You know the funny
Thing about life is that
Schools teach about science
Your parents teach you religion
Green grass teaches play
And leaves teach you about grass
When you move in an aeroplane
They seem small
But, to them you are another plastic bag
That flies by whenever no one is looking
Just like that life finishes
The music stops and the fire dies
All that remains are legacies and grave gestures
I may be a little far off topic
I think I am making a point
But something holds me back
It is the beauty of poetry
Or the medium of stories
Life is a bit of a journey now
Where everyone shares their stories
Along the way and they become your friends
I just don't know how I made enemies
Is it science, no
Religion, definitely

Yew and other conifer serried in a daffodil field
A lone traveler wearily strides on the hills
Karenina, the morose maiden by him
Holds a lamp in a library where his vision dims
Pensive thoughts converge
In a road where the paths diverge
His tenacious mind seeks
Where the heart grows meek
When a lady mourns
A man yearns for more

Do you have a cigarette
A sundae could occupy our time
Our time is precious
It melts like an ice cream
And kills like a smoke

You have the silver
The gold in a mine
Your soul is alright
My life is yours
You are mine
Hearses wash on the tarmac canvas
I can't weaponize freedom
Or explain paradise
It is the feeling
Of being with your withering smile
That shines wistful and listless
Like the golden sun
Ill people walk the streets of gold
Looking for you

Out of darkness
Comes Jesus
In my dreams
My life was in pieces
The light of my life
I stared into my hands
With regret
I had none to give
A company who desired my will
He asked me to silence my nerves
The trembling fears
Came back alive
I washed all my face
To forget the vision
The past had an innocence
Now it reminded me of his presence
The darkness shifted
And I fell on the bathroom floor
The lava lamp hovered in iridescent tides
Lush green plants watered themselves
God had left a miracle behind

It took me
A lifetime to find you
A moment to fall in love

You look into yourself
It makes me so wild
That I can talk to you finally
You are so guilty
If I ask you stay
You wilt and die at my request
I exist to you
Miss

As you talk
I cannot help smoke a little
In my mind as I am abstemious
And write about me
Sip on tea, so that I am not tempted
As you spit out the pips
Of an orange
You cannot resist some mulled wine
Neither can I
But I'll make liquor flow from your lines
Intoxicate your muses
They will pay a dime for your time
A pocket is enough for the stars you want
In your prime you may have taken a sip of milk
Now you're a someone I can have later
With sugar and cream
You are my cuppa tea
Spirits talk to us as we caress our glasses
And tip the wine and let time flow like love

I want to melt into
A beautiful place
Where nature burns
And the water cools the trees
Like the wind hastens a candle to a halt
The fire burns in your legs
A numbness in my fingers
Stops me as I press my ears
Against the wall
I want to melt into
Your bedroom and hide under the covers
That covers your *******
And protects your virginity
Eroding rocks turn to desert sand
Weather touches your neck
My lips thirst for some cool breeze
A zephyr climbs through your heights
Like a deafening silence washes on a battlefield
The desert is hotter than the sun

My eyes careened
Towards a bright redness
That pulsated between
The heart of an intersection
I could not pass
As easily as I could ponder
I loved you once when I looked back
Right met left as I looked twice
It only seemed that the road
Was left open for me to enter
No more shortcuts
Only long lunges and breathless hikes
As the spikes of your fir scraped
On my knees and the mud covered me
Dripped in sweat and ache
An amorous aroma filled around me
When I saw a look of pained ecstasy
In the mirror that I had carried
Your eyes showed me the tricks
To finish my journey
Nature was the kindest person
Asking me through currents and whispers

In all the lost cities
With all the cars
Certain on their arrival
I found someone who bumped into me

The water has really shown me
What it is in your eyes
Only a deep pool of salt
Can dry the tears that rain from your face
As you pace the streets
With a beggar's bowl like lost pearls
Scuttling across the streets
Life has been unkind
Let me kiss you quick
Before you fall into a trap
My goodness is with you
Keep my candle carefully
Let it's incandescence flicker
As I speak to you only the eyes touch me
It is for good luck
It is good luck that we met too

It is often said
That living is the rarest thing
Some people merely exist
I can promise myself this
That the rivers will flow
And the trees will bring wood
Fish don't have feelings
But, innocence fades
That is what clears my conscience
The iota of ephemeral contrast
I can sustain a worthy purpose
Which may have a fleeting foundation
One of immense virtue
That a plebeian approach cannot understand
If I take the crooked path
I can walk among my peers
Who have been waiting
For me
To live free as well
But stand strong I must
As I gaze into an abyss
Without purpose
Undoubtedly determined
I can do something, methinks
Instead of doubting my own perception
Yet, I cannot predict
When the diurnal birds will go in abmigration
I simply forget
Some skip south much of autumn
I cannot remember
When will the solitary tree lie bare
The weather behaves like an intelligent child
No one knows where the wind goes
If you ask why, you question your wisdom
Only you and yourself
Can find the purpose
For the phenomena within
That tells you to move on forward
Contrary to popular wisdom
Until the final beat of an unseen presence
Ushers you into its arms
And like an abyss staring back at you
Tells you there is no rainbow down there
To confirm your fears
Or affirm your immense virtue
Your glory fades
When death holds you closer

People talk about death
As if it is the end
Sometimes I see it as a beginning

They tell me that a person expires
When there role is played
And they have done there part

Sometimes I think this body of ours
Is made of wood
The older it grows the more it has to offer

Many people die before their time
People talk of death among other things
These are the very people who should be allowed to grow

Like footfalls in a memory
I ignore the humble crying
A soreness fades, from abstention to hurt
I never reacted
As I freely expressed
I have felt your ascent
I have seen your descent
As I cascaded in contemplation
Into a wheelchair, I lean against
This vibrant child knows time

You came again
With his shroud
Your hunger and pain
I could see and love
In his mouth
Asking me to
Love those eyes and face
You offered a tulip, with a bow
After you lift your countenance
We walk hand in hand, ashore

The music we shared was simple
When you sang
I realized beauty
Had power and simplicity

Arguments leave only heavy hearts
As the heavy clouds create the most beautiful storms
The flower of youth is the most beautiful
Because it blooms and takes away your innocence

I am enthralled yet so sad
To let you pass so easily
And you sojourn my grave
Ergo you go your way or we go mine

Let us then go, you and I
Into the evening spangled across starry skies
Will you bring the day to its end
As I get off at the next station

I never went to the horizon or the lowlands
All I know about love is Orion's bow
The introductions and serendipitous exchanges
And my favor seeking friends and foes

My old lark
Is a singer and a poet
He is a dancer in the rain
And he can fly in the dark purview

Now I know I have a case of you
On this cruise I live in this box of things
Memory is the real beauty that holds them together
The guitar strums a chord with me

Some of my women are now accidents
But the trust never dies
During the dusk
In the loitering heart there is a disease

As the dry wind sweeps my hair
The capricious prediction of bystander anticipates heavy rain
The life I had once is now a suitcase
That will stay with me for the next journey, maybe

Sometimes I wonder where are you
Your sliver of light still shines an approval
Was that the mirage or a road to paradise
The love shines on

As the periods of school-going were tossed away like paperplanes
Remind me of the dazzling eyes of the panes and ladies across
Which are too far back now to touch
And the memories are much like a lover's argument

I stopped kicking the dirt and bit the bullet
Submitted to the pillars of power
Started believing in my stars and the ardent hour
I let my memories die with the clouds of the night

Lonely winters which burned on my fireplace
Storms that burned blindly like Kafka's books
Settled for the homeless and calm fog that roamed upstate
My car flew by and the heartache got its come-uppance in adventure

I did not know her sadness
I cried and wailed, slightly amiss
Like a man in bad company who is blind
Now my heart looks for an escape

The broken chromebird flew on 52nd
The solar kings and lunar queens played on the kingdom of heaven
My reign ended when I lost the clouds
As I stared into an abyss of forever whilst looking for summer

My words died soon
With the clouds of doubt and foggy memory
In it submerged was a polished car
I kicked the tire as I wallowed in the mire again

The skies looked starless
I sculpted the moon with a clasp-knife
I felt the power of time
You told me to take back my share of loneliness and heartbreak

The soul felt it was light as bees
As it was relieved and alive
Looking into a relief of hellish rocks and whorling heights
Periodic clouds cleared the doubts as I abseiled blind

I sped the highway and hungered for adventure
With a broken down car
I once called a floating river
Periodic clouds on the outskirts hustled and bustled

Her hair sits
On her face
A bodice of ice
An eye of glass
Behind lurks a fire waiting
To be put out

Your words are so
Beautiful yet simple
I wonder how my heart understands
That better things will surely come my way
You are the fiction that looms in romance

The stars
Sees us
As a grain
Of salt

Rock, moss, iron
As I roam the streets of fire lamps
Dinner, lunch, breakfast
Je ne dois pas oublier
(I must not forget)
The rivers that once converged
Like the verses of Bukowski
And Baudelaire
Which talk of the same woman
That smell of roses reminds me
And the old man understands that
She deserves to be in love
Despite it being beautiful metaphor
The same flower lady laughs boorishly
When they get the thorns
And get forlorn
The zoo, archways, beaches
These are poetic places
Until I met you
These places had a voice
Now I hear you in traces
Soon the meaning turns shallow
And I have to listen closer
To my heart to find the same song
Of rock, moss, iron
Crumbling to my touch
Exposed to the cold rain
Which I once waited for in my youth
Now too attached to your love
Rusting like iron gates

The treatise of God
Tells me if you die
I will find life
The art of alluring people lives in you
When you can't find passion
Find the kingdom in you
A deer shares the same kindred spirit as you
God tells me that our love is free
Such is the beauty of romance
That knows a cloistered heart
From an austere one
Soon I will love thee
As the sun touches Earth from afar
And the Moon feels the light vicariously
Your heart will never close
If you touch my skin and feel blood flow
As the zenith of contentment enthralls you
Let us make such pleasures anew my bride
As I find life and you find a death of worry
The treatise of God tell us
War finishes in a flurry
So it makes for no confidence on my part
To call tempests and die with a temperament
Taking a risk in the ilk of that mythological sailor
As I beseech thee to land my ship on the rocks
Soon we will shrivel and die
Such is the treatise of God
Telling us to find light
Let others do or die trying
Love is the flower said one artist
The peace is in silence said the other writer
Soon we will find the sound of silence
As we make for the poorer quarters
I will love your austerity for what it is
I need your heart for it's simplicity
Like a dove needs to fly in the pale noon

You demean me
You treat me so bad
Sometimes I am glad with thee
I would live with your angelic air
Sometimes the wine would get to my head
As I question if we can fly
Your words make no sense
They make me fly
And only butterflies make sense
If there were birds and bees among us
The prayer turns to a prayer
As we live in flight
A murmur turns to silence
Someday the silence will require a prayer
You don't make any sense anymore, babe
And we must come back down

Well I am severely breathless
I need to hang on tight
A poisonous headache
A strange disguise on the roadside
I have been waiting a long time
To honor your memories and taste
That's all I can do
When the chaos settles
And neurosis goes
My breath steals a heartbeat
As I skip one when you kiss me
With a jealous eye and venom
If I protest vehemently
Your thinking isn't straight when you kiss me
Giving me a pernicious disease
Called love and theft
So, deftly the envy is hidden
You seem innocent and at ease in your compliments
I wish I could lay in your ladylike arms
Such ardor comes with some suicide
I have a fleeting armor that weakens
As you wizen and shrivel with each day
The days get worldlier and the flowers wither
Maybe, bouquets aren't meant for you
Or the taste of your embrace
Is now jealous of my youth and fire
If I was any younger the days would be silent
Be quite my love
And you can hear the seconds whizz by
As you pass the dawn letting me drown
In the last skies of dazzling nights
Some men look for clarity
Some look for simplicity
I am just hanging on
With no oxygen in my throat
All I hear is the water in my lungs
The picking at my bones
As my bones rattle out of curiosity
Yearning for your flesh

Mother I want to go out
You are my true friend
But where the dogs are
They bark and howl
I once strolled the sold out stores
Where no cold fog settled on the windows
I shall come back to stave away rainy splores again
There will be no heat left in summer
To water the clouds in monsoon
To wail in the forked night
Who feels dour now
As we drink to our evanescent escape
Or face the fire on the final hour
Merely existing
Maybe, as deadly whirpools
As the wind rakes in the leaves now
As autumn warmth decomposes
Wasting into an unbridled heat
The azure skies seemed beautiful yet irate
None compare to my favourite
Red dusky light in anticipation
Every evening for a lonely winter
As summer moves in evanescence
The year looks older with seasons

Dazzle my eyes
Make me light
See into my whole garden
Plough the day with night

Your lovely eyes
Are like a chunk of cookies
All I need is milk
I think you can see it in the whites
Of my eyes that my heart
Is ajar

You're like a little child
Under the covers
Scared of the night
If the water hushes the fire
You never cry
If you can laugh at my patience
You need to walk over me
Berceuses put me to sleep
And war gives me what I need
Greed is a lack of a better word
For the greedy
You're mine and I'm yours
So put me to sleep
Little soldier who needs to pay up
Breathing the world's smoke
From the top of a puppet street with a Panzer
A dubious offer is pure like the strings of gold
In this war there is no silver morning
The dues I get are for kicks
As my baby leaves me in my sleep
My eyes crack open like whips
My boss kicks my guts
When the **** cries to the break of light
You need to walk over my dead body
To feel my pain and bloodshed

If you could
Rid the world of greed
Would you make riches
Of the new world
If you could walk free
Rid the world of chains
Would you put people in chains
In the new world
If you could bring homes
Rid the country of homeless
Would you put people behind bars
In the old order
We are trying to break free
From the confines of words
Because we are poets
And if we have words
We wouldn't steal them
Because we are writers
Not politicians

If cruising ships pass by
Take the next one and say goodbye
If you think we scratch the surface
Don't go as deep as my vinyl shelf
I suspect that
Women have two tragedies
One finding love
And the other is losing respect
If I vilify my records
Will it satisfy your soul
Sinner or saint
I have no past or future
Only the present is recorded
Leave the windows shuttered
As I see the stars from the gutter
Leave with the wine
The vinyl will remind me
Of what was no longer mine

The box cars hit the snow
Crawl down the roads
With book stores in the neighbourhood
A box in each and it is so cold
He can now afford more than clothes
Don't think us so unkind in this climate
In his own write there is no inveigling
Or lying about the books or politics
With a jig in his feet and a boxer's ego
He swallows his pride and fights the battle
Down in one and he is just having fun
Down in two and the extra road plays the same tune
Down in three he would have fought Foreman on the street
If it suffices to say then submission is the ultimate defeat
A couple of them in precision
The bell tolls and he stays on his feet

I love your work truly
The cascading fists poke at the air
Lay out open with a quirk
Everyone has unclenched the trigger
Their anger for the power and danger

Open up the barrel
This is the end of the quarrel
Let us save the children
Hate us if you cannot end the story

The ship has sailed to dust
As we picked up a man
In a ditch of dust
In Richmond in a vagrant caravan

My father was among us
Now he arrests with duty on the door
Who jump buses run afterwards
Never seen a hurricane before

We talked everyday
His teeth would show
As his veins pulsated
With a vagrant atmosphere around him

Scared of violence
He walked in the office
As an alcoholic
Before realizing he did the same before

With a breaking heart
A uniformed soldier
He took out a pistol once
An anachronism for a toy soldier

He shot himself
The breaking windowpane
Shattering the silence in the room
As the blood sprayed and the smoke crushed him

No advice left in him
To keep promises