Because the naked sun showers on the closed window
I have reached the end
Or lived to tell the tale of death
I wish I was dead, I am losing breath though

We, the people, bear a violent urge
To protest in our sleep
Our planet lives off the work of men
God needs to hear us all speak, I imagine him as a teen with headphones

The Earth can soak me up
To dry and cleanse it
We have to wrench the fabric of time, after all
The blood shed will haunt us, not as memorable as dogs in tutus

If a single life is wasted
Don't waste a breath on a new leaf or money on trees
So, how will our planet ever live?
I hope we have slavery next, that should last us a few more centuries

Never bare your soul
You are always part of the picture?
Black lives matter?
Honestly, who hasn't heard it before, except millions who should stop

In the garden
Charcoal paintings lie where I sleep
Burning coal curls my feet

In a deep sleep
I cannot feel heat or cold
Black or white
Maybe, time to color the world
Again. With red

Cases of wine
Oak and limestone
She has got it bad
The limelight

On her face, potent
Ill enough, sad enough for a fad
The prudent student is a sight
Hanging from the Giants box

Here at the dude ranch
Where watchers sleep
Waist to waist
Waiting for the next train from subway to subway

This place is like gossip columns
Gosselies, my town on a medicated night
For ******* dog like me
From Mariah, the maiden far east calling at three

In the morning
In the morning!

An actor
Plays a role
A director
Hangs himself
The stage set
Black and white
White and black
Back to back
A cinematographer
Screams suddenly
His camera, corpse
Movies make the poll
Life leaves easily
As difficult death is
Lifelessness takes a toll
Red, yellow, ruby; leaflets often dry, dusty face down
Posters are no longer possessed
The end

The fire of yesterday
Has hushed all the hellos
Often that escape ears
Yet, the goodbyes of yesteryears
Stay as close to me with your fears
Close to my heart where there are tears
The fire of yesterday burns bright
Like a lamp on the Ganges
Flicker, flicker on the river
Where I wash my sins
And bathe myself with dignity
I know hellos now sound distant
As a memory of a clean river
Goodbye is too permanent
So I say, farewell
As ashes take away my age and existence
Without false agenda or purpose
Like God paints the cleansed sky
Without malice or prejudice
Dabbling in colors
That is how the world ends
Or my world

It is the healed scars
That shine through a sad heart
Time heals all who dream for a better life
If only the sadness evaporates
Then the scars forgotten bring back what we lost
Shining brighter

If I put my feet in your shoes
I will keep talking to you
You shall follow me
If you have a bit of love
Then, we can see it through

A memory of us
In an envelope for when my heart is broken
Smiling ponderously and drinking my gin
What do you take your ice in
Be prepared, here is where we meet

A bunch of flowers with thorn'd ends
With a hint of sarcasm, the barmaids hold you
We welcome you to the new day
Fractured and insecure
We will be
Count to three, when we as one
Shall be released

The new day approaches
When the falcon hears the falconer's call
The sparks fly awry
While the lightning claps under clouded sky
I said if we count to three
We will be released
Do you trust the revolutionary?

In the black and bold night
A few moons, wrinkled and old with grey
The stars look down
I'm in a stranger's skin
Out of this whole world

My soul knows who I was
It looks for a glimpse inside
Dad says,"I have committed a sin."
He cries in disbelief and guilt
My heart only hears what I fear

It can simply wilt without feeling
On some days, it finds a numb feeling
Like a moth drawn to a candle
Blindly drawn to a candle
Now, I want to be free

Not from your flame
I am a part of your ocean of tears
A desert of endless courage
Free from fear
Free from the blind leading the blind

Since, you've been gone
The lotus flowers have flown
The rivers are ceaselessly flowing
But, the trees have no roots and cannot rustle in harmony
Mama, the land was ours

Since, I left our God-given farmland
The skies have turned grey
The heavens are heavy with rain
Both of us knew laughter
We only see a faint memory of it, today

Mama, the land was once ours
Will the rivers keep flowing in ravines
If you and I
Leave the withering wheat fields
To be washed away by the rain and broken streams
That hunger and dry sand has left behind

It takes more than money and friendship to tame our beloved country

COVID 19
2 months it has been
All of my favourite places are closed
I cannot meet my favourite people
I cannot go to my favourite countries and destinations, even though, I don't travel I still will complain

COVID 19
I cannot meet my psychiatrist and my favourite oncologist
Although, my psychiatrist is my oncologist, because I keep saying that 'This post causes cancer.'
I miss my friends and yet feel more connected through Tinder
The malls are open, but, I complain that the shops are closed to the common man without the smartphone and a wallet to buy luxury and mammon

COVID 19
How you have opened my eyes
I have learned to support the government and talk behind their back when some of my friends bang their plates and others stay silent in vehement protest

COVID 19
You must know the meaning of farce because you have the PM chasing after super spreaders and Anti-CAA protesters just the same

COVID 19
Without you, my favourite things will never be the same again.

Someone who
Is broken
Will never ask for help
Because they never know
What being put together is

In our time of weakness
We are who we are
Simply sleeping
Despite our betters telling us
To be stronger than the rest
Spending all of our love on weeping in the evening

We cannot take away the sadness
By sharing and passing the hours
Despite our friends trusting us
To be stronger in our moments of unrest
Simply sleeping
Take a pillow, now rest under the pale moonlight

We are both
Part of the same equation
Except you are the variable
And I am the constant
The constant sadness

When the sun brings the light after dawn
Your hair billows in the yellow sunshine and pale clouds
The stars light up a yawning night hid by the moon
If your smile were not lovely, I would be led aswoon
You are the only light I see in my dreams
That arises like dulcet tones of a lark to day
And sets like the blue tide on the bay

If your heart is strong
Your mind will be fearless
If your mind is stronger
Your heart will never bear the consequence
One's heart will always have insecurities
Because that's where God put the flaws and virtues together

So, you want to be a poet
Through hard times
That brings the worst out of people
To keep you from falling into mediocrity
This is nowhere to be, my friend

Like a boat lost at sea
If you feel you don't have the speed
Or the wind by your side
Don't fret, and let the thunder gather first
Unlike many big ships, your sails might survive that storm

I have been on the ocean
When the sky stopped reflecting on the warm waters
On some days, I could see the deep bottom
Green, murky, ***** and unbeautified by the broken light
Refracted in that polluted water full of salinity

In those depths, you may lose breath
If you can unmask the truth, keep writing
When poetry sees you wait, it will not
It is not as patient as writer's block is
Can you bring some semblance of life
Knowing this

June was standing in the middle of the crowded queue
She tucked a croissant into her mouth
Putting some sugar in her coffee
She held it in her intertwined fingers
That could clasp a vente and a job, in the beaten shade of the house
Maybe, juggle a phone call, amidst the donut aroma
Yet, she couldn't kiss someone with sugary lips, feeling shy not coy
In a coffee shop
I suppose whoever reads this
Knows deep down
Coffee shops don't sell romance to loners like her
Yet, she understands all the poetry books
Like I do, and she is the perfect girl
Who longs to be as beautiful as those females in poems
I want to tell her she is just right
Her jeans fit well
She thinks they are too tight for her lithe figure
Her shoes are too small
I like that she can compare our feet
Just like a child without insecurities
But, she is like the rain that closes down schools
The kind of storm that moves trees
Unaware of the damage she is doing to herself
And to the poet in me
Love can bring the poet out of a person, after all

In a minor, sudden breeze
While we go our certain ways and linger
You pass the arcade and pick out guilty men

Life is a brief flicker that never ends
When there is a faint wave of her hand
What was a fire is a candle

Of the clouds and waters as one
Under the distant clap of dust and clouds
The sea have lost tumult and tide

When I am not here
Just remember that I am in a paradise
Always here, on your mind

Most likely you will go away
Under the clouded skies
With your pitiful lies

On your face there is a copied smile
That will never leave
As you curl the tip of your nose and coyly shy away

I could remember that I
Cannot just quickly forget
It is time for us to quit

In a minor breeze
There are arcades
That fall silent to your laugh, but, I know you fake

Young trees herald
The ground above which they stand
Flowers lay strewn about
Soon the leaves will turn brown golden
As our love becomes barren and old

A balloon, the only thing
That flies without
Being misconstrued

Looking outside for clouds
The sky tells me, we won't be rowing
I see the dead who ask me riddles
'Three times a sailor in the wind
Frees his sails on the fourth wind
Will he ever find land?'
All I could think of was
How far I had gone
Never knowing I was born
Now I was compelled by fear
Or God, who told me
Peace comes to those who wait
Not the opportunists cut night and day
To find their way
Worrying they are too late

Why people never
Understand flawed people
Is something that lingers
They have the most beautiful laugh
And the shortest smile
If you blink, you will miss that half
You need to solve the mystery
Despite, their shortcomings
They are the ones who put you out of misery
Unlike the ones who are forgiven
For being perfect and beautiful
It is the broken hearts that mend others
In the end, turning ugly

Moonlight on the water
Sun on the fish
The shadow is on the mountain
We will never come together
Until the break of day
When the moon lingers in the sky
Way past its time

I dress myself
In the rain
Your tears
Are the make up
Of your pain
I guess tears hide in the rain

The part of me that loves you
Cleans the room
Puts up posters
Wondering which part went missing
When you ran from my heart

Darling, I have formed a fortress
All the while I've known your womanly eyes
Trapped in a lack of expression, I am
I curse my fate and thoughtlessness
The seconds turn to hours every morning

Darling, it is like knowing love all over again
Taking away my power
It's just like knowing your heart
Differentiating it from the past

That barely expresses the constantly aching heart
As I kiss your lips, hoping we stay close
With each breathless second, like a lark to the day
You know I am out of life, in love all over again

I have known arms white and bare
All administering an obsolete love
Through comforts and conciliatory gesture
If my love was bare, it would be invisible
In the sky blue ocean and streets that accompany me
Across the beauteous places, my mind asks for repair
Despite your love, my heart lies in the cold waters
Where marines live in the heart of the city of circus sands
Enveloping my soul stretched thin like a sail following the wind

In this day, a second is valuable
I hold some spring rain for an hour
Often many pages that rustle and flower
During a windy night, the Earth seems to fall still
Folding like a water lily in a lake and taking thee
As I follow the wilderness and doves of peace
In a day of expression and hope
I have my heart that mutinies
It wants to take you away from scrutiny
In another fleeting second
The petrichor in my heart attracts you
You love the dryness of my whisper
That cracks like a young bonfire in the middle of the night
In the windy night, on the cusp of passionate storms
Approaching tomorrow, to free our souls from regret and borrowed time
Finally, I have the courage to say, "My heart believes in coincidence too."

The future cannot be decided
In countless days, I have never met anyone
With the ability to predict what love brings
Yet, when I hear the music of life
And the melody of nature
I seem to know harmony, beforehand
That is why the Earth circles the Sun forever
And without music, life would be a mistake
On this blue planet with a panoramic view of the sky
I cannot help recalling the etude of being with you
As I measure my life out in spoonfuls of sugar
With tea and biscuits, all taken black and sweet

When a thing of beauty and serene sleeps
I alone **** out weeping faceless prayers
And disturbed lands of casted out eternity
And measure worth in sordid affairs
Wishing time lay for this transience and hope
Because I do not, I do not hope to possess
For desire is nothing more than death's endless rope
I sigh ignorant of my hopelessness
Always wondering the endless consequence
Then understand the true measure of myself
And heavily tell the sad reminiscence
Haply, I think my heart moved at twilight
Like a ghostly tree spreading its leaves
From the taint of twigs leaving a spectral sight

Dreams are
Made of sorrowful
Days full of promise

Among the shells tossed
Up and about, onshore, lie the cones
You can hear the waters climb aloft
In inner curls and twists of sea strands
Of the phantasmagoria of sea mermaids
Heads full of hair kiss the sand
Like mist and horizon to the blue expanse
If I come back to thee
I shall leave knowing we have the same masks
But, different eyes like stones on a sea

Memorize your war anew
Like a violin unused in a room
Roam fields on a red lake
Often evening embraces the placid dew
Certain fallen red leaves in the silver morning left
Gold, yellow and hectic red among autumn's few

Empty words are bleeding
What lies beyond the suffering
As peace comes to no fruition
Part logic and part indecision
After a countless number of thoughts
We all are equal under one, God

She is an amphetamine
Very mean when thirsty
She is the drive that I can go to
Living in the poorer quarters of New York
She is barely alive in the bed she is sleeping
How will she survive with all flowers in hair
That wilt when she is kind and thirsty

For all that the sound of silence has shown
You dream of rising with shade
And Sunsets before the morning gaze

He never learned to accept
A cold man who lost his love
Wounded by silence, helpless by the truth

Black and white are just colors
If you mix them like paints
Everything is a grey cloud
Without a silver lining

The promised land is ours among anything easy
Where crickets live in silent trees
As the birds in the evening, congregate
Where we trail the train and its gait
I know when the birds levee their weight
With wings of fate
Wet flowers wilt in her hair, dry today
Of a passenger who is making her way

You filled my life, curled behind unexpressed love
Ne'er found heaven's gilded traces of sky,
In silver faces of clouds, there are none
Visible to golden sun, its naked eye
My deep ravines long for her warm gaze
Day by day, night grows old and forgettable
Like frightened, bare trees  with cold shade, underneath
If pain left behind should tumble and toss on surface
The trees twisted into complete clairvoyance, instead
Scurry of restless winds amidst the red leaves
My mind shall know it's rest place with the old forests
Like immortal ghosts resting through tides of peace
Yet, hearts will yearn for a youthful sunlit scene
I know within forests, my mind is free

Some smoke comes from the window
I wonder if it is you burning
In anticipation, with a lit cigarette
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust, as is spoken
At every deathbed

A cop took your right to be silent
The day he held your breath
And promoted violence

I will stalk the high road, alone
Not take the youthful bend of woods
Through the looped ends of hills, stalking fortune
I shall watch the empty, mournful horizon

Life is but an empty picture
If you walk among oceans, day arising
If you can hear the slow, powerful rise
You see waters made a silent creature

With these small slumbers, the heart that listens
If I am a painter, through love's blissful illusion
No great matter, more than possessed suns
Breathless across eloquent paths, glisten

Like a bird unchanged, by the deep serene
Finding my love's hue, in lustrous ultramarine

I will stalk the high road, alone
Not take the youthful bend of woods
Through the looped ends of hills, stalking fortune
I shall watch the empty, mournful horizon
Life is but an empty nightmare
If you walk among oceans, day arising
If you can hear the slow, powerful verse
You will see that life's waters made slow, silent
With these small slumbers, the heart that listens
If I am striding, through love's blissful glisten
No great matter, more than possessed suns
Breathless across eloquent skies, golden
Like a bird unchanged, by the deep serene
Finding my love's hue, in lost marines of blue

In the shade of apple trees
Lived a hermit of the east
Under starlight and beaten breeze
Flights of flowers lay underneath

I dim the lights of rooms with guarantee
A mirror appearing false I see myself
Old and an antediluvian me
Flattened I traveled on
Desolate, dead I on the desperate shore
Only showing a fragment of what I lived

There is a flower of desire
In his eyes of fire, that flickers like a candle
There is oak on the mantle

There is a crispness to his voice
That rings like that burning furnace
Amidst a rattling of dry leaves dying of thirst

And yearns for the yellow sun
There is a fire in his eyes
It is lit by emotion in his heavy heart

A fire burns in building and home
In which you live and eat from soup stoves
Not moving from the tin ***
That tells me that you don't look for love

It was Saturday and late
All my food was scattered on the plate
There was a fairy queen hiding behind the dishes
And as the wheels spun, she lay cloistered behind a window, looking outside

I could see fire in her eyes
But, ice in her heart full of seas
I could swear that her name was Deborah
And she was wearing a wreath made laurel and gold

Well, I was a cleaner
But, I couldn't look back
I saw something sooner
Than my knees touching the floor

I guess I was just seventeen
When my dreams meant something to me
As long as they helped me sleep
They would creep into the nights of satin

I should have left her on the avenue
But, she left me with no room for thought
So I hurt myself and flew south
Paying dues for a broken heart

On Saturday, it was alright
Who goes the very next day?
For endless prayer, so the bitterness can end
To look for a friend named Deborah

The color of her hair
Draping over her face so fair
For a lover, she has no haught or air
She is one, who can hold me in a stare

Beethoven looks for music
In a church to express her love
Among his notes
Such are her words, as compared to some song

She has the glow of muses
If she wants to amuse you
You will never know
You will always be joyous, looking into the heart of light

A cold cup of coffee, she takes it strong
It's just the smoke from the chimney, that tells me she is home
Back in her town among the old
My heart longs for her, but, she doesn't stay awhile

For an endless time, I gaze
The trees rustle and anticipate
Without her, my heart loses its fire and blaze
You will understand my angst if you see her face

As I stand bare against the wall
With a shadow of her in the distant willow
Amidst the howling wind drowning out my sorrow
There are many a present for each tomorrow

If my love was true
It is because of you
The cellos will sway and sing
To those songs of love and hate