They say patience
Is a virtue
But, being with you
My heart turns careless
Is that so much of a sin
It is the only vice that seems true

Seems that my eye
Is on you
And my heart is set on
The one from my past
Who got away
Like blood from a wound

I read the newspaper
It was a habit
That was inculcated when I was a youngster
They said you could sell them as bundle
I got a couple of rocks
As I fit them in the trolley
Nobody noticed that I had tricked them
My mother reprimanded me
As I kept looking for a reprieve from hunger
Now I follow the world's footsteps and don't worry

I don't do drugs
The jukebox plays my tune
As the uncertain potheads steal my flute
The neurotic mother is still after my case
When will I get my own flower vase
My girl doesn't stay forever
My home is for the lonely wanderer
Who belongs nowhere
He just wants the money for the next day
The usurious politicians are killing me
The burning forests are dying
The government hasn't spoken
To stop me from speaking
They cut my commerce

My heart soars
When I read your favourite book
It is the only way
I can be a part of your story

The pallid expression on her absent face
Her fair skin has lost it's marble touch
She is prudent and prurient as her gaze
There is a youthful grace that I cannot judge
Must I comprehend, this alabaster?
Should I presume, the sculptor made an erroneous smudge?
In a park of tracks and pulverized people
Their faces clutch at her words
As they are left only with the epithets and hardly any details
My landlord pleads for rent as I reach upstairs
He wonders and wants to know more
Should I reply with mumbles?
It is a festering wound at my heart's core
That coagulates at my throat as I fumble
For there is no answer
There is no question
It is just to do or die without her
All of it can coalesce
If I give in to my fiery adolescence

I have waited
Waited for someone
Is it the same date
Often, you may cascade unknown
It is all in your waiting
The clouds are full and wilting
You cannot clutch them
They escape like tilting dark sky
Well, that's an anachronism
You cannot change everything
If you think you have control over the present
It is better forgetting the past
Without a sense of authority or freedom
You may be a preacher
You will never be reliable
Or as certain as time
Or the verisimilitude of rhyme
Realize, that poetry is just romance
It is the people at the front of line
Who get what they want
The others wait for their chance

They say space is without gravity
If an astronaut tries to land
He will need a hand
They say space is empty
Only celestial bodies fill the emptiness
If a galaxy fades, no will notice this
Space isn't all that I pictured it
Yet, Earth is in need of it
That's why it rockets around the asteroids and debris

I felt the debris cling to my shoe
I felt a stranger hold me
I fell for a trick as my lover held me in a glance
As I ran from the country house
I felt the touch of fire on my eyes
I felt the wetcloth on my forehead
I fell for the banality of a nurse
As I ran from the hospice
I don't want this war
To take me alive
"We'll see to that for a moment"
My gunnery sergeant said as he handed me a rifle
As I clasped the trigger
I shot at the sky
I thought,"This bird has flown."
The skies were bare

I wish he was softer
But he was lonelier than harsh
He went through rough roads
Yet, there remained a jewel
Or was it the morning dew
That finally fooled me too
I thought he was softer
But he was crippled inside

I imagine I was a wearier man
He made me feel comfortable
Even in his absence
I seek his cure
Is this how presence is
Or friends are like this
Either way, I wish he was softer
But, he wanted more

The fathers engage in discourse
Nothing to endorse
The silent tools of sculpted clay
Are used to help some die
The vibrant crowd is called a jubilee
There is no dead man with the treasure

Under the sea there is no fish
He sleeps with the faithful
The fast life is too slow
For the sickly as they hold their balance on the die
Like a gambling ghost
The father engage in discourse
With nothing to endorse

The fallacy of the education comes in phases
Hades isn't ruling over hell or Cereberus
They have called him to guide us
Since the rebels are at home
The homes are asking for just a refill of beer
The fathers are engaged in discourse
With nothing to endorse

The cops cry with foamy laughs
The tears of blue turn the heart blue
A shrill scream can be heard from the tavern
The moonshine liquor is tossed back and forth
Soon, many will be moaning in the cavern
The fathers are engaged in discourse
With nothing to endorse

Often, I ruminate on polaroids
These are just like poets in the studio
A lakeside and a sojourn with nature
A close inspection of polaroids and you shall see me happily waving
March comes and I by the Indian Ganges side
Wave to you
In my songs your love grows
Women in love look picture perfect
Most of the times it says "With Love" on the polaroid

The charming girl
Looks into a crystal glass
The tincture hangs from the ceiling
Like honey from a flower

The charming girl
Hears the fearful screams
The wine falls on the floor
Leaving a red stain on the carpet

The charming girl
Wants a life of charm
No drugs or twirling wildflowers
In her hair

The charming girl
Showers in the gas of the sun
As the virulent bystanders ask why is she ****
She sasses,"Who isn't?"

Where the insane linger
They bite their nails
Twist the hair of their sagging *******
Soon, they will die and live at the same time

In another place and another time
They may be tossed papers of poems
If they exist or don't
It is just the same

Soon, they will breathe and be breathless
As the moon takes a vivacious scenery
Into azure skies and calls them midnight
The day will salvage the rest

The fear in their eyes
Will be calm as the lively sea
They shan't sigh
If they grow old, old, old as stone

I held your hand
Walked in the steps of his time
The timeless courage sprayed from Poseidon's mouth
So, we continued on the journey
We counted the stars and stars
As we made a constellation from a cluster of bright lights
You brought us a *** of gold and might
Like a bird leading a hunter to migrate
Soon, the deep sea found you
As the bird vanished into the skies
We moved from hell and away
Eschewed elements from the tragedies
Reshaped the sporadic possibility of a future
My temporary gaze dies on your pure love
My temporal Achilles' heel
So, beyond God, yet, you are mine
As much as I am yours, my master
There is a little black star on the sun, today
When the night comes and the day thins
Your soul will lie in marmoreal eyes of yesterday
The moon will reflect the same charming sheen
That chides me for poor technique
Asking me to mature myself and never cross my knees
As I pull the bows and release
The arrows of conviction and show intelligence
Ruthless in truth and skeptical to lies
I will show you my belligerence in the wind
As I hold you as a zephyr carries us
The silver lining on a cloud will reign again
The thunderstorms will never stop the Apollo's chariot

As you go your way, I'll follow your eyes
We will meet in twilight
Abstruse, but, simply beautiful time

When you run away from me
Time slows down for three seconds
It takes a second to take my breath from me

You may adorn the sunshine
I have seen the moonlight in your eyes
When you knocked my head out and left me stargazing at night

At twilight,
I will send you a letter
To ask for your answer at twilight

The valleys and hills move overhead
Soon, I will bring a rose when the day dies
A bleeding sun turns orange then red
Like a fire it burns bright
I look up to find a clue of warmth
My hear turns cold when my walk turns to rattling
My fear turns to terror as Apollo's armor shows a crack
I lose track of time, the rose should be placed on my grave
At dusk when my soul shall wander

I'd love to let you in
You wouldn't think I was alright
When I cry on the spilled milk
My heart turns blue and eyes turn rouge
It is the happiness of my heart
That leaves me in the dark
Everything is in the wrong place
When I see things in gold and silver
As I lose the ability to recognize an unpolished diamond

That the fish are where the sun lifts it's rays
Away from cities
In a civilization of their own
Where you cannot hear a lark
Only the streams of dark state the passage of life
Should we stir life everywhere there is a way
Lock ourselves and become dependent on the stingrays
Maybe we should sleep with them

The world is ours to keep
The key is in the depth of the ocean
One has to swim to the bottom of hell
As a fish paddles in empty water that gives in clusters
Soon, a jellyfish will swoon by as we scuttle like a turtle
Impervious to the sharks of the dark alleys
The world is ours to keep and the peddler tips his hat
The violent vale cannot be seen from down below
Only the setting sun can dream like a dizzy porpoise
Like the ethereal sky kisses the dolphins
They jump in troops like the warriors of this Earth
We have finally who can protect this world
The world is ours to keep
Not the petroleum companies with their lies
As they sell their comatose by the loads
You look ill, I'll get the key for you

You and your basket of oranges
As you walk the fields of trees
Make my juices turn sour
As your heart pulsates in and out
Your face turns another color
As you look into the sweet roses
If they smell pretty
They make you look it to
You have it all and are no fool
You hide behind your copy of Fountainhead
With towers tumbling over your gaze
The orange suns in your eyes
I don't want your taste
I want your teardrops
Had you wanted it all
At least you'd have the fruits of labor

Stuck in reality
Enslaved by a deity
I looked for a way out
From this dream of cloud that blows
Ensnared by misery
To land on the footfalls of memory
Such are the gossamer-threads
Your dress has a texture
It is a creature that has billowing motions
Like one slaved by a dream

It's just like the night bled
Trying to keep the stars so quiet
The moon is locked and in dread

The vault of the sky tries to deny it
The rain can't be felt
Only the music can be heard in footsteps

Moonshine sails away
How far it is, it is lost
Even if you have a cloak and dagger

You can't tell who caught the stars
It is the fear of days turning to dust
That I finally woke up

The moon
Is just like the sun
Except it allows us to see the other stars

You are sitting like a child
Why are you still crying?
Is that your heart breaking
Like a bird at dawn, singing surely
I saw a fire within, once

Moving from the warmest noon
People remember you
With warm flowers and their cold dew
Behind a locked door
I saw a fire within, once

As you cry every morning
Are you occupied with me
Or simply unsure, truly
The blue skies will always be blue
I saw a fire within, once though

The sun will come out from the east
As sure as I am on my knees, earnest and true
As sure as my love is you
Now, I still look at the same eyes closed
I see you have found that fire in the skies

Sitting on the pew
Praying for warmth
Soon we will lose the evil breeze
That makes us lose the trees

As the homeless die and turn blue
Waiting for the train to salvation
Nature cries if you listen closely
"Peace is the last station"

The conductor calls
All aboard on Train 6 at 6 past 6

The blackbird sings
As the winter brings
The white snow and you

Why do we cloud our eyes
As we break each plank of the wooden floor
After all the pain and lies
We nurture each other as we try
We sleep together on a bed of nails
This isn't how far we should've gone
Our Earth is burning bright
Sometimes it gets so toxic
It cannot breathe or wail
It's a lot like sleeping on a bed of nails

The leaves are so green
I hate to see them turn gold
Soon the trees will be bare

As we turn old
Till our happiness turns to cold
And the air grows dark

The older trees will look from afar
This is why I find poets beautiful
They bring out the best by far

In a lover who withers like leaves
But has the fragility of branches
A laugh sibilant as crackling violets

But in a heart that is ice
Only fiery gold remains
The atmosphere ethereal dissipates

And the autumnal paths have no shade
Withdraw from the canopies
As the dazzling Sun loses red colour at dawn

The rain can't be felt
The pain strangely dwells
Tonight in the meadow
I will be all alone and shrouded
Near the cloudiness on my window

Her beautiful curls fall down
When the red ribbons are pulled from the tips
The story is hanging from a thread
Like her shoes tipping from her toes
When we call it quits

Till I leave from the front door
Her heart is open
So is her world for a moment
Her body is not a wonderland
It's a weapon and I am not that strong

Some days I think to myself
What is she doing
Then it slips my mind
As I fly into heavenly skies
Evading cages sipping moonshine

As the scholars
Burn the midnight oil
I follow the sanguine stars
That let me fly from Earth's toil

The way of the stars
Guide me
As the weight of responsibility
Rests on me

Do not disturb me
I get angry
When I feel lonely

Our love should be heard
From rooftops
From clouds
As day passes
This love will stay
Like the sun the next day
But, with you
I see no tomorrows
Only a promise of better things
Such promises are meant to be broken
And I am destined for sorrows

When I look up
I hope that someone is watching
Or looking down at me
Then it hits me
We are just a grain of sand
Too little to the vast midnight sky
And I am sure you don't think
Picture me in the 2 am fresh air
And I can breathe your existence too

Of the road that had been left in haste
I was glad that my soul stayed the course
As the winter and my speeches never would
I never had been frost-bit by cold stares
O', the heat of glares unnerved me weary
I was hardly visible amidst trying times
The climes brought the dreary snow and many crucibles

It was the fire that melted the flakes
I distinguished myself from fakes
I know all that quakes
In my soul that takes less
As it gives away to the lakes
Of warm water as summer finally comes

I knew that irksome emotion
Had emptied the vessel of devotion
They did want me as captain or King
I wanted them three times more than being ordinary
That's the ardor I had once
I was deceived twice and let the matter be once

What grew jarring was the stuttering
When I lost my spirit
Bit by bit my heart grew terse and blithe
Little did my confidence help me keep my wits
I went through the works of Emerson and Whitman
I immersed myself in the light of wine
I lost sight of the darkness of time

I know I married a poet
When I see through their will
The stretch of time washes through thine eye
None had ever scared him only my wish
T'was the wind dimming that saw me sinking
As vision of land and seething water
That brought the emptiness in my soulless win

My soul stretches thin
A poor quarter sits in the din
The light of the sun sips the darkness within
Makes it look diaphonous and slim
The years had taken my father in
As I reminisce with a glass of lime and gin
My conscience might explode

As I waver like unsure lamps as I walk the dwelling
On streets that are ignorant of my grinning
The shade is where there are child-like leaves
Forgetful of the trees and aware of breeze
Like memories strewn about for all at peace
I saw through the morose eyes tied to the past
They washed and moistened at breakfast

The stronger the love is
The weaker our hearts become
The vulnerability becomes apparent
And love loses meaning
Unless, we fight against all odds
To protect our worth
From falling into an abyss
Or the heart of darkness
Engulfing our souls
Too bad I am immersed
In your poetry that sets my heart ablaze
Leaving light in the cave

The skies are blue
The grass is green
I am sure you think like this about the air
Too, in your dreams

Or when you hear the birds
Chirp on a lonely branch
Only one thought remains
To be with them in the essence

Of every second
There is a cadence of the heart
In every that bird sings
That is what is pure art

When the fire dances
As the water sings
You cannot follow your chances
Just fiddle with your hair as if it is a dream

Life is a series of events
As sure as the sky is scattered light
The sketches of a landscape
May depict such beauty as Godly
This is what it is to be breathing
We are breathing
As sure as the seas have salt in them
When we stand on a coastline
We can feel the air rush
As blood travels the roads of corpuscles
The salt in the air
The salinity
Oh, how I long for thee
You are love
As sure as I am dreaming
About being free in the salty breeze

The voiceless shores of Ancient Greece
If we are constituting heroes in Greek mythology
Tiresias what do you saidst the will of Zeus
One, the one hath been blessed
Like the music in my ears
That who doubt my prophecy
Worldly truths tell of a boy of otherworldy strength
Nether broad, but, pure
Hera burns in red blush as her eyebrows furrow
The sin is complete and so is the milky way
Where the divine milk hath flown
Iphicles may cry a plenty tears
The charioteer Iolaus is born from the split
As bright as the azure complexion of the sea
Heracles runs like the blue skies, now
The wind fastens him and his power
Two snakes may fast approach their demise
The day fast approaches when his virtues outlive the vice
A broken lyre abrogates his penance towards music
A golden apple rests on Megara's tunic
The daughter of King Creon in Thebes
But the God yields to anger of his ego
As this lover faces her happiness endeth
Heracles rests and pursues the Nemean lion
First of his hard labors under Eurystheus' scion
Proceed the Lernaedan Hydra of immense spine
Two for one and a head for all
Twice ahead and none shall fall
As the final call, Hera sends the mightiest of them all
Iolaus aids in the downfall
A captor may miss the Golden Hind Of Artemis
Buttressed arrows shall never lose or run amiss
Heracles runs as the wind does, however, carries some abuse
It eluded him a year till vast effuse
The pavilion was set on trust quite ostensibe
To conquer every existing monster
In this primordial nature
The Erymanthian boar, who dare deny
The world was ruled by forests once
There were lances as Pholus took his chances
A gift from Bacchus held the balances
Often, the strength of such wine needed tempering
The hero of the peregrination asked for him to open his cask
The wine attracted centaurs far and wide
The divide made the labor a slightly precarious task
Many of the centaurs died from the arrows
The teacher of Achilles' took them in
His name was Chiron
He was the wisest of them all
As well as civil
Poseidon is beguiled to rage and cavil
As Hera reconciles with her child after many, many years
Developing a fond kinship with love to attest to
Heracles also lost to Dionysus in a drinking contest
One may say the voices are still heard
From the remnants of Heracles apotheosis
Came a soul worthy of Mount Olympus told by sages
And lovers that existed and stood the tests
Illud erat vivere
The embers of the golden summer spent in joy
Burnt out with the sacking of Troy

Take your things
Did you think you escaped from routine
The birds will still sing
And the bees will sting
You'll see when we come out
We are coming out now

Did you think changing the seasons or the scenes
You could escape the rivers of breams
Nature is playing while we are dreaming
So, we are coming out now
For a brighter green and a bluer scenery
To make better history

It is beautiful to find love
When hearts syncopate harmoniously
Then I know I will have somebody to love
I have been looking for care all my life
I just never gave anyone a chance
To hear my heartbeat or see through me
Perhaps maybe I am afraid
I choose to love
Because I know I will be fine

If you look into a mother's eyes
You will find that she looks everywhere

One eye carefully watches you as you grow
And the other doesn't look

With raising
A mother guides
But, does not enforce

Some days her heart
May not be in her duty
At those times they need security

If the job is done
Both eyes look away
As you make your life

It is her heart that
Watches you
As you choose the path she never looks at

Can you leave
I ask tonight
You cascade the thousand seas
As the stars and the moon pull the war to a close
The gold is closer

Look down upon us
I choose my constellation
I choose your starlit dinner date
If crime doubles

Like a protest
True yet hidden
As everything falls to ****
A childhood trouble

Inspire us, to heal this mother's wounds
An ending is a **** truce
While Aaron sits down with
Dinner that is cold and a job that is tepid

The war ends with his services

You make friends
When you believe in similar ideals
But, enemies are made
When you hold them up
That's why those who something to say
Make more foes than disciples