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

Everyone likes to set up walls
Hoping to keep out the noise and drawl
When the dust settles and bricks crumble
They are the ones left behind in a stumble

Protecting what they own
Never knowing what it is like to share a lawn
Watching time pass by
They are always left behind like flowers that die

When I had butterflies in my stomach
I was sure it was made up
Like a monster in my head

When I had pixies in my hair
I was sure it was made up
Like a nightmare in bed

Now our love has turned
Moth-eaten and indigo by bruising
And I wonder if dreams ever come true

Or are they made up
Like a tapestry of insecurities
Like something I made up in my head

You may be
A devil in disguise
But, you are a blessing too

You can steal
My thoughts
As long as you
Replace them
With yours

In the form of poems
Songs and books
That I can read
Share for leisure
To pass the hours

In the beginning
I took my sorrows
To the river of dreams
Cleansing my soul
Singing myself to sleep with a cuckoo ring

In the middle of a forest
I found my fireflies
All show me the light in the dark
When I gained a heart, I wandered
Onto the stellar waterfront

Now the end comes near
In sight as a breeze on the Kafkaesque shore
Endless as that proverbial river
And realize, God is like a shadow
When I lose myself, it guides me

To the wake of wailing dawn
As the night escapes
The teeth of winter
Asking it to stay longer

Bear, inamored fish, lynx, mountain lions
Assemble at the cold waters in quiescence
To their aching bellies and thirst
Not enemy or foe

Undulating waves cause ripples
As a doe passes over the stagnant shore
Only to hear a whirlpool come aboard
Escaping its jaws by a whisker

The wake of wailing dawn gone
The night lingers on
Asking us to stay alone
Only to bring human out of animal

The depth of winter
In a cold gaze from the sky
Is covered by fog's translucence
Wishing to fly with the yew trees

So, as the night brightly sparkles
Such water cannot compare to
Only be a mere reflection of its beauty
All that is alive is a free miracle

Woodpeckers sit on the clear earth
Ne'er on the floor of moonlight
As they sleep in weeping willows
Who cover them in tears to keep out the night

In the silken breeze
******* trees stand up to infinite measure
Striped with definite colors
Yellow, black, spotted like leopard fur

The birds chatter, ameliorate the air
Slight tension of docile deers
Inside the forests of fir trees
A sip of darkness as a leopard picks at its teeth

At night when flora and fauna retire
Lakes pass the quagmire
Awake and tireless as the wind
Looking for a bit of solitude

I too wish to sleep like a tender bud
Halcyon as midnight skies
Albeit, twinkling and coruscating
I am still as a reflection on a mountain brook

Sometimes we
Run into danger
When the
Truth seems stranger
Than fiction

It was raining
Outside
Until I looked inside
Finding sunshine

It is because you
Are the best father
That I know to speak true

All the other dads
Wear business suits
You put on an apron
And cook the best food

As I struck fiery bows
My motorcycle went on
Off on the road
With the red crows

I carried a child on my shoulder
The people asked who is he
He is young and I'm wise
So, who am I if not innocent?

I whacked the crows with a tire iron
I was tied to the mud
As I let down the child
The red crows flew over yonder

I flipped a coin to decide
As it spun like a wheel
I decided run rhymes with what's done
And so I decided to go forward