Don't get off it.
Wait for the right turn.

With a different kind of color
Her roses are a blur in the road to heaven
In the desert, she is my water
When I'm stuck in the middle of the Seine
Often wondering where the sky goes
When we are looking at the moon
And time flies with places to move to
I can always count on you
To accept my roses, hopelessly
In love with your hands
As well your lips which sign some sort of
Affection for my roses
Such are the rosy cheeks, that my bouquet
Seems futile indeed

Her honesty
And it's still sweet
With a little brutality
One cannot hate the truth
When it comes from those truthful lips
And lying eyes
With a seductive smile
There is nothing I wanna change
About her
Only that I loved her

As we seep into the loveless sky
Seeing it through with each night
Knowing not what follows
With each kiss, I let out a sigh
Never knowing when it will come back to me, though

When silence hurts
There is nothing like a knife
To cut the tension
If the wire is thick
Then, will we see it through thick and thin
As I keep cutting the excess strands of awkwardness
With my biting humor
I leave some scars on your heart
Unintentional
But, this silence pains me
Because it isn't the same silence
We had years ago
When we first met.

I wish I could express
My pain to you
But, words don't cut that
Deep

On a new day
Where new beginnings
Seem brighter than
Happy endings and cool sun-rays

In a deluge
Where snowy mountains
Crackle under your feet
More than
Leaves under your moccasins where they meet

I miss some of these memoirs
I wrote somewhere safe
Now they got hidden under a
Pile of things which were meant
For you to take

Such is my childhood, unneeded
So innocent
Like an icicle aesthetically placed on a cave
Ready to **** someone at a moment's notice
With a deluge of spontaneity

You left me as a work in progress
A poem unwritten
A song unsung
When I am complete
I won't need your help
If I do, I will be completely undone
Cast aside by the thought of you

In a boring day
Amidst the concubines
All in the palace shells
Roomed in the book
Cloistered from the rest
The king keeps slaves to himself
Just for that one fine day
When boredom sets in
Like the summer breaks into summer leaves
Untouched by water and spring
In a boring day
We cast aside our differences
Ignorant of each other's wealth
Tempered by our grace
Embracing our space
Accepting our distance
Cast out into the wilderness

Thanks for reading my lines
Leaving me in the dark
Fading behind
Now when I see the light
I will always remind myself
That you left me when
Time was a darker side
To an endless sea of seconds
With the waves never seemed to surface
On the sands of time
Within the coffins and graves in a cemetery
Our faces were warped by the Terpsichore breeze
That danced over the mud and grass on a dandelion soil
Where the fire was pure, and the trees were so blue
It all must have been the skies covering the golden sun
When the trees turned green again
I said, thanks for reading my lines
As soon as time ended on a sunlit evening
We made the sun ours, as long as we ran
Time never ended in the darkness

She's like the rain drops that fall in our hands
A grey eyed wolf in the cotton white skies
She looks down, out of reach

She owns the streets drenched in puddles
Reflecting the relics
Washes the sidewalks every afternoon

The flowers in her hair bloom in many hues
Like jewel mines
Which need to be searched thoroughly

She lives on a rainbow
Letting me gaze on her
Soon, the earth will be variegated, with nobody left to stare

Looking into the skies of black
We take what is clear
Seeing what we lack

A brown fog that clouds our sight
Asking for me, and a bit of you
I cannot remember what day it rained

But, when the rain comes, I find myself smiling
Cherishing her
The memories, often, coming back

I have spent my entire life
Thinking myself to be someone
Yet, I am someone else
Within that pretense of life
I see some falsity, and many know what I see
As they see it themselves, in all its entirety
Like a ocean emptied out by nightfall
On the shore, where it covers all of it
The shells, mollusks, scales, grey bits of leaves
As a sudden wallowing mire screams from the tempest
Formed underneath the debris of wet sand and waters
Eternity washes away like a footprint
Much like a star wiped out by a black hole
With every passing hour of time
And with its passage, I lose some face
My friends turn to enemies, I wonder about my fate
As I curse myself for this false face
I have put up my entire life, much like still water

Who lurks behind that thinly veiled sky
Beneath the clear blue dye of midnight
In its opportunity, I have seen some clarity
Its a dream, much like the next
Only, when you hold my hand, next to me
All the stars submerge, and we float
Like the diamond sky
Away we shall shine crazily
Unveiling our inner spark, along with our madness

From love that is meant for two people
And people that are connected by those three words
"I love you"
It's in our cruelest days that we find our humble spirit too
Overcome the tumult of waves and oceanic tides' gloom
It is this downtrodden spirit that sings a different melody
When it flies
And sings a pleasant tune when sitting in a cage
On a lonely cloud during the night immersed in moonbeams
Lilting on another day
Never this way
Never this melancholy have I found my soul
On my best days, when I want something more

Like a bird flies in the sky
It knows it is only good at flight
The sky carries it through clouds and rain
It knows it is only good at flight
Then, came thunder
And the bird fell into the sea

In a distant girl with a distant look
There were words that she took
For granted, and untold were some things
Stories are made of these
Suspense is made of this
Tell us a story, little girl
We want a lovely evening ruined by your charm
We don't want you hurt your heart
Laughing at our usurious ways
Adopt or reject us
You cannot live without us
And if you love it
You cannot with it
Such are the rebellious wings of birds
In flight

My bicycle flew down
As the birds paced away
From a lake so placid, it seemed
The birds hadn't flown in the reflection
Only my spirit did, down that summer hill

The sunrise on a cold October month
Will turn invisibly bleak as it is dunned
By olden earth that once was, with no epistle
Tonight those forests will have soft vessels
Within each tattered willow, a raven no more
Amid the quaint land of the earth, without words
On the tides of cold and sullen winter
Like a raven's call that hinted the day's weather
I know not how the verges thinned
But, of the devil, my sorrow lives within
Possessed by deep knees pulled by deep sea
What once was will always be
Of a soul that was once free in the vast emptiness
Now there is a canopy, standing in its place

Love has a time and place
Better to dream on the streets
Than to think upon the stars

Kids who get bullied in the alley
In school and kicked out of college
Try making it to a league of good writers
As they learn how to punch the keys and I just bleed on paper

Also, letting out the anger
My dad never drank or smoked
But, he loved me a lot
Maybe, I was a bad kid who never loved anyone before

Because I never was treated well in school
One fine day, I stayed after school
Losing to my friends in a fist-fight
After a few years, I got into psychedelics and misfortune

Kept reading in the meantime
Barely processing all those drugs
Let alone the literature
Soon, I started a career as an underrated writer

Influenced by Hell and it's angels
Talking to myself, and making clouds of thoughts in my head
I thought I wouldn't be the only angel head who would become a poet in this day-and-age of hippies and world leaders
So, I wanted to be an author as I kept writing out my epitaph while figuring out nothing

Quite like India without the politics
I never liked mixing the two
It should just be country and God
I always believed God gave me my folks

I gave myself my life and my mess

It's okay
If you are alone
If the chips are down
And everyone wants you for the wrong reasons
It's great to be used once in a while
Soon, you will have to make them remember
That those eyes see more than empty towns
They have seen places behind the blue skies
It's amazing that you are alone
Because no one will hurt you and dismember your love
You will stride and walk tall
It's okay
If you want to be okay, too

Our memories are changing
Love's fading, tomorrow is today's game
Ill-fated end to every day, unchanging
Writing books by the staircase
Moderately famished, taking the hallway
Downstairs, I live with my sisters and a thousand people
In a diary, a thousand unknown faces
But, memories change
Love's just a whisper
Unchanged, a day can have a happy ending
Books are written in a library
The staircase points to a ruby, emerald colored carpet
Wainscoted walls, feverishly stained by pink
My childhood had gone away in a blink
The rest of us stayed at home, under the revolving sun
Where the sky was clear, we could come out
Playing in the golden hair of sunshine and melodious breeze
Arduously pelting hail would accompany the storm
I could command all the elements
If I were a boy unknown to pain and woe

The sea came to wish me
And greet me
With a salty kiss
As well as a novice brush
Of the waves

Don't tell her
I've fallen in love with the ocean
Because the sea is too small for us
Two lovers.

There were stars around your embrace
As if the sky wanted me whole
Some words were so right and enlightening
That they squeezed me tight
Bringing out the stardust on this night
Leaving me shapeless as the distant corners
Of an unexplored parallel universe
Where love is alive at midnight.

Waltzing Matilda hangs out in a getaway car
Running from all her lovers
Following the dreamers

I want of the world
That is in the darkness of your eyes
My love is underneath the mulled sunrise
Time will tell if those were lies
As long as you arise in a fragrant morning
Covered in the darling buds of spring
Washed in the clovers with their nascent stem
Amid the petrichor and fragrance in the breeze
If the morning dew rushes down
Let our love be benign
And follow the clouds
For our lips cannot touch on this solid ground
You are my garden
Where I spend my last days

Let us say
As love is mysterious this way
Because I want you to stay

No courage to finish the sentence

Without the rest of the world on your knees, how can you ever expect to be there for me. I want the world, and so do you. I guess we will never be together.

I try to write poetry
While balancing my life's responsibilities
You are the perfect balance of the two
My child
My love

It has been a month
It still is crazy rain
I know I will tumble down
Like a stumbling stone into grey
Rock into dust, dust into wind
The comets will fly on a lazy day

Like whirling in thunder
Into the ocean
I will never come back again
My mama said
Everything's gonna be alright
As long as you don't cry

I have no indecision
No way to keep this life
Someday I will give up my ways
And then think twice
There are stars that set
On this mystical ride of my life


The sun dies on the other side
The moon has always had a place for me
I search for the truth in misery
Looking at myself, asking me to open my eyes
I will never come back again
As long as I just stay alive

Like whirling in thunder
Into the ocean
I will never come back again
My mama said
Everything's gonna be alright
As long as you don't cry

Among things untold of
I already know
But I keep fighting the bitterness
Being happy someday

Among things to say and untold stories
I only hear what comes next
Can we open ourselves today?

In all those lonely places
Within the locks and chains
Can we break the gates?
Of what we used to say

Among things you never speak
There are a few words
You can think so don’t breathe

Among things to say and untold stories
I only hear what comes next
Can we open ourselves today?
All I do is dream

In a place for us to bury the living
Can you share my place?
I don’t want to go yet

If my love were unseen as the night sky
Like a lonely cloud of twilight
As sure as stars above that shine for us
With the treasure shared underneath that dusk

My heart would sing within that solace
As a fulfilled soul hopes to flee from this mess
Casting my shadow on you as a willow does
And in exchange I lose none of the ardor

For your love, should it belong somewhere else
I innocently reside in your heart's corner
As I accept my loss of scope and time
Our fates shall never intertwine

Reminding us time is of consequence
My sweet love will wash away with its pink sands

You are an angel
That made the sky, high
As well wrought the moon into your crescent smile
Of a lonely night
A human that points to the stars and makes constellations
With their mind
You are who makes these things whole again
Because I am lonely without you
And your insights into an impoverished night sky
Despite, that beautiful lunar song that comes out
Every night, I pray to you
Only for a star to pass my way

We are coiled in ice and iridescent white
The world isn't here to stay and stride
Silence is just a whisper in my ear as we walk past what lies
Sullen earth rings a song from the depths of hell for the dying flies
Despair is near us as well disease
In naked water, we are burning like the troposphere and trees
When will we rip the ground and save our dry brown love
That lies underneath
As we tirelessly live in an inferno of thoughts and doubts
Enduring our own minds as well as our mouths
That need to speak or be fed with untruths
Silence is just a whisper in my ear as we walk past what dies

The coolness of winter
Eroded as December did
When we were just kids

As short time elapsed
Between life and death
Then the night just faded away
Like yesterday

As I walked on a beach
Among the ferns
The sea sand was out of reach

In odd shapes the water moved
As my heart ached
I knew there was more to do

Ashen sand castles lay strewn
On a place which was far from us
Or a figment of our imagination

Now, I look back and the whirlpool
Is all that I remember from our trips
On the sea, where the **** lay at the bottom of the blue

Wonderful
A piece of paradise
Window sill plants

Poetry is not tough
It cannot be taught
The outpouring of your heart
Feelings put into metaphor
Mingling a need into an art
Requires passion and courage

Poetry is a release
If you need to express your hurt
In many ways using less lines
Like a street full of people
Looking for their dreams in rush hour
Yet, you will never find it there

Because poetry is not tough
As it needs a quiet place
To talk about it's problems
And open his soul to you

Your song rejuvenates my heart
Your melody reminds me of the past
All of which have turned cold and dry
Like two worlds apart
When you sing to my soul
It really soothes it tonight
The withering flower inside
Grows a little higher and the petals a little longer
Please, stay with me at twilight
When you leave me for her
It is like we are
Two...
In one universe
Too close to ignore our love
So we forget about what is love

Why are your eyes full of
T
E
  A
    R
      S
When your heart is as cold as
ice

I walked into a field
Full of dragonflies
The trees seemed to stand with purpose
As well as drooping in the heat

It was time, when the pleasant skies were grey
As the sounds of the wind mingled
With the noiseless wings of a thousand airplanes
Flying without care or a destination

When I looked into my memories
I was reminded of how small the sphere of life was
Then, I reminisced those leaves in the haze
Of a thousand dragonflies fluttering in the breeze

Life seemed worth living again
With my dog right by my knees
The rain now pours outside
It is a pity I cannot be with those angels.

Twice we ignored
This charming pink house
Where we carried out experiments
In and out came the visitors

Slowly cob webs formed inside the rooms
As gossamer threads
Cloaking over the windows as a tippet does
In and out came the visitors

The charm was gone
Pink turned to red
Little did we know, the house would not be welcome
In and out came the prisoners

When my heartbeat stills as a sky lifts its visage
My lugubrious walk turns into a stride, into the spraying sea
Fishes in the deep, kelp on the beach
All of them following God's message of worldly solace
A human being is not in sight, it is my painful existence that accompanies me
It is the presage of love, there the sky tilts as well as titillates
My eyes glimmer with a raucousness only found at the edge of tomorrow
Almost bordering on an inimitable future, too esoteric for us to measure
On this infinitesimally small plain of lost consciousness
The sky settles into the rainy dawn, where splores turn into bright spurges
All of them full of color, yellowy-eyed like a sea monster tamed by Poseidon
The trident of destiny hurls a thunderous clap, where is that crystal beauty at
Wandering beneath the lake, looking for God's sign of help
Providence comes to those wait behind the curtains of reality
I dream and dream the same thing again, this time my heart is singing
The birds know the atmosphere is placid as a frozen lake
Icy as the bottom of an unprecedented depth of cold blue water
Such is the hue of watching the sea rise and sleep
With my eyes in a hazy dream looking for more reasons to love myself
I fall in the cosmic romance, never falling out of this pleasant feeling

Some days on a summer turf
I remind myself that the leaves
Will blow into effervescence as a sudden freeze
As flowers do under the grey sky of winter

Bushes will rustle in the wind
The heat will turn into sorrow and sadness
As the rain pours and pours into a drenched blemish
Like there is no tomorrow for us to furnish our existence on

Like an Indian river that flows
Till there is an end to freedom
Waiting for God to conquer it, everyday
As it tows the sand and rests in the bay

On the blue ocean
I see wondrous light
In the yellow sun
Under the red sky
When all the colors come
Together, it is the perfect warmth
Like salt water cool against my skin
And warm in the sand

I, often, see famous people
Stuck inside a job like a grave
In a cemetery, like an empty notebook
That ought to be rife with full verses
With you, I am always empty
Being hungry is better
It's a nice kind of emptiness
When everything seems to make no sense
We suffer from a similar indignation
Romance is a solitary expression
Of great affection and beauty

What have I heard in July
It is a month and the rain still pours like crazy
I know I will tumble into the grey mud
Like a rolling stone that aims too high

Rock into dust, dust into wind lot like a lazy sun
Comets turn into stardust, dragonflies lose their wings
There are steady grasshoppers on the path to redemption
As I am letting out my frustration and anger

Like whirling into a vortex of wrath and presentation
Thunders will roll into thunder
Boxcars, boxcars and boxcars will flood the snowy streets
I have will have no possessions, all drenched in a sad life

Just my life, the sun shines on me
The moon has always been the backbone
I wander and search for the stars on the famous skies
Looked at by commoners and burning in iciness

In the beginning God created heaven and the earth
With a weak hint of life
Of a dozen untold stories, holding us close to his chest
Hidden behind the light, as if half-asleep in the cold night

A creature without form, simply a void
With a strong dose of arrogance
Many people avoid you on the empty streets
And forget you on Sunday nights like a medieval castle

If you do not see the sun
Signifying the warm haze and sultry light from above
Turning itself into electric heat, visible from the bottom of a sea
Remember, the tide waits for none

Just come ashore

On the eve of twilight, all was silent
As my soul paced, so did its expressive face
I promised to be simply present
As the cloudy skies brought forth pink and hues of pensive

With the river of heights untouched, hollower than life
Yet larger than it, for it is lonesome in its stride
Some words often follow a solitary remark
I pray you appreciate the docile look the heavens bring

As its beauty shines, and its pallor looks brighter
Emanating with a summer stream, as well as a young branch
If my life were empty, and love were made of cloudy chance
I would look into twilight’s haze as I fulfill my life
That is when I am reminded of our time
And how brief it is to be truly alive like a sky lit up in twilight