Nature gives
It takes
You remind me
Of the nurturing
Arms of the breeze
It took my breath away
But gave you a stride
In the cold winter
Under the stare
Often brushing the trees cold and bare

There is no warmth
When I wish you the best
There is no cold touch
Of your eyes

The air between us
Has passed

I've opened myself
To the possibility
That love exists
Yet I don't want to rock this boat
Nor awaken this sleeping giant

It's my fault
But I won't apologize
For the way the words
Seemed to carelessly fall
Out of my lips
And enter into nothingness
As you would grasp for some
More...
Hanging onto my every last

The leaves are playing
This autumn
My heart plays a tune
It's you

I chose to get lost
A smidgen of dust
On your nose
My heart went numb

The storm doesn't care
That my heart is numb
But the waves rock my boat
And make me feel the wind

You aren’t with me
This harbour is lost
The stale air that I breathe
It is simply washed by the sea

The sweet air
The silence
The agony and despair
Is all left of this place

Nature says
What the heart knows
This empty bay
Filled with promises of yesterday

I just want
My second chances
-An old lover

Love isn't the answer
To every question
But I still love her

This is the start
I might be thinking about you
Soon, I'll feel lost

Is this love true
Or do I just forget
About what I've been through?

Is this love real?
I have so many questions
Just ask me why.

We shared the nights under the moon
Our beauty was spent
Soon we would yearn like fools
Time burns like an essence

Like a bird, she took to the skies
She would circle the stars and skyline
But she wanted to light the fire
I wish I was alive

Art and poetry flow through her
My heart is filled forever
But there is the promise of memory
That lurks behind, to end this reverie

Then, the trees will await her return
Lush with green orchards
This bird has flown
My love wasn’t enough

When clouds break
The cold rain welcomes us all
Watch their droplets fall
Scattering carelessly on the roads

Dawn brings the light
Reminding me of you
A distant breeze flows through
Stirring the remnants of the night

There is a sky open wide
For us two
We can share it too
But I give my world to you

The sun waits over the hills
To liven the lilies and daffodils
As I am caught in its embrace
You have left this place

The grass plays
Sunshine is scarce
A breeze chills
It is beautiful and powerful

The trees are bare
But they let in the sun's hue
Its warmth shines through
But I miss the shade

Winter has come and gone
Summer isn't far behind
You have left a coldness in my life
To you, this is my song

Fear is the relief of
Being lost in the woods
When the canopy shines
Before the night arrives

Fear is the relief of
Being greeted by the sea
Welcomed by the breeze
As the storm subsides

When I lie awake at stark midnight
At night, I find relief
In the darkest reliefs of the mind
Where fear is a friend of the dark

Conversations over the smallest things
Thoughts of each other
Nights of talking
I still can't tell the truth

Morning skies rush to the north
The rainy cloud stations over south
Nature doesn't know which way to go
So do you

There is no dawn, no new beginning
No stretch of imagination
That brought us together
No way forward

Two strangers under the umbrella of the sky
Running from the rain
There's no real truth
Only comforting lies

Flowers lay asleep
At the foothills and *****
Awoken at the peak

This will be the last time
I will ask to stay
There will be the sky, moon, and stars
Waiting for you outside the door

You are now alive
I know you were trapped
Yet I hear the waves crashing inside
I see the waters lapping against the shore

The stars are dancing yet time is still
Different moments have changed us
As the gust
Gathers us in a swirl

You opened your soul and I could see
Shattered remains of what was once a heart
As the clouds break
Do you still feel the rain pouring?

There's a light
At the end of the tunnel
Soothing the darkness
Inside my heart

Its good to be optimistic
When nothing goes your way
There are times when reality
Is hard to come to grips with

There's a darkness
Inside my heart
That's enveloped in the blackness of the soul
There will be light and dark once more

Living peacefully in this mind
That hasn't known love
For a long time
There is hope as white as snow

A bird watches the sky for a while
Then every flight she turns to the trees
She takes a breath and turns again to the sky
While she traces the ***** of the gentle breeze

She swims in the sunshine but waits for her fall
She feels the breeze but leaves at around ten
Then, she listens closely for the sound of stars
Yet the night has shivered too often

It takes all her worth to fly to her escape
She might but she is chained by her fears
She waits for another world to open its cityscapes
What would it be like to leave after all these years?

I hope to see, her walk against the breeze one day
As the leaves fall and circle to hit the streets
She circles the orange trees tonight in a sway
She doesn't see me but I am glad to see she is free

There’s something inside me
That lives on without you
There’s something about the moon
That tells me, we’ll meet again too

The stars pale in the distance
Hail emerges and the night listens
As soon as the sun comes out
My wait will end

The blue ceiling is on fire
Hail is scarce at this time of the year
Dust over desire
Time is lost to the tears, I won't lie

The trees whiten under the pale moon
The rising dawn is awaiting its turn
I too wait
As skies take me from my feet, illuminating me

Seasons change and time is endless
With these wings, I will circle the trees
The wait continues
For once I look at the night as it does at me

All your tears are fresh in my mind
Yet, I wait for every clear morning
Wrestling the desolate storm without hope
Hearing closely for sight of some longing

I remember when we watched the rain
A rogue wind hit us and we were the same
But every rush of the waves drew us further apart
We tried to justify the isolation because help never came

What can signal some change of heart
The sun and Earth are quite estranged
We are birds of the sky worn by the gusts
We're enduring the storm's eye in August

It's October, I listen to the beat of the heart
We have seen worse times in the past
Moving ahead from our last, first to last
To start a fire, you have to light a spark

We were letters that burned in the same fireplace
Our stamps were different, yours was a pound
I was just a few pennies for your thoughts
In a race

You're always questioning the order
I always follow you and end up in trouble
We are looking for cure-alls and bursting bubbles
You've taught me to separate the liars

Some lie to steal and others lie to live
While you have stolen, you never lied to me
I know you may be part of my destiny
But we will never be together while we live

If we meet again, we'll be together

All your tears are fresh in the morning
Yet, I wait for every clear evening to cope
Wrestling the desolate storm without hope
Hearing closely for sight of some longing

You remember when we watched the rain
A rogue wind hit us and we weren't the same
With every push and shove drew us further apart
We tried to justify the walls because help never came

Did we have some change of heart?
The sun and Earth aren't quite estranged
We were birds of the sky that lost trust in flight
As we endure every month in silence and slight

It's October, I listen to the slow burning of your arms
We have seen worse times in the past and waited hours
Moving ahead from our last, first to last, for the stars
To start a fire, you have to trust the dark

I have so many words to say
But my mind is constantly
Averting a crisis daily
It is in a state of flux that I can't explain

As I scratch and scrape for the emotions
My heart cannot tell its difficult story
But my poetry goes through the motions
It searches for words, that I write spontaneously

I'm looking at the world through your eyes
Tonight the birds shall fly
The trees will be verdant under moonbeams
Yet you're always unhappy
Why?

We had our time under the moon
Our light was spent in the spotlight
Soon we would live like fools
Enamored by the color red and its sight

Like a caged bird, I yelled for her
Let me out for I need you to see
She didn't want to hear me much longer
She didn't want to let me out to quickly

It pumps red blood and feels
While it flew, it felt the rush of being free
This is the truth behind her love for the sky
Set her free, she too is a bird that is free

I was captured by her
While she was free to fly through myriad skies
Like a fish swimming in the seas that belongs there
I was caged in her presence, choked by her light

She had brought out an obsession in me
I asked her have you read this or that
We shared interests by the dozen really
But it wasn't enough for us to get back

I'm possessed by the love I need
While others find their cold comforts in a one way street
Belief tells me to write poetry and find the right one
The right one will fly as I wait on the autumn trees

The flowers are tired tonight
Breathless as the air around
A mix of moon dust and star light
A lunar eclipse comes out

The stars evade the clouds
With a sky so silent, I hear moonbeams
The wind beckons to the distant hounds
"It is his last night, run free."

Let's accept this moment
Where is the harmony
In those free from inner torment?
It is rare to be without fragility

As I shed my frayed clothes
My nature is laid naked for thy senses
I accept the highs and lows
Knowing the depths of my resilience

She was that kind of woman
That the wind washed over her face
The flowers emanated from her
a scent of a time forgotten

Do not be afraid
I tell myself every waking night
Have courage, I reassure myself
You will see the moonlight

We are victors in a sea of naysayers
We are soothsayers able to the see it all
Change is our ally and honesty is our guide
Step out of the dark, so you can shine in the light

We have the gift of sight in a world of lost souls
We are the blind in the land of the wise too
Art is our calling and emotion is our sword
Here's my plight and passion for a kingdom of dust

I will hold my head high and let my wings outstretch
I will allow my broken mind to heal
At last I will be free to speak up
But I like a bird will follow others in silent flight

That's my curse and my calling
To fly like I have never before
But I have never flown and let my heart be free
My art, my pencils, and my calligraphy

All for nothing?
But this is what I breathe

She flips through the pages of her magazine
Cherishes her wine and perfume in the evening
You can't tell the strain she's been under all the this time
You only see the graceful ballerina and not her dances on fire

We are writers of emotion
Artists of still life and tinkerers of language
Inventors of metaphor and sculptors of anatomy

Always trying to pursue the essence
Of human existence
We are poets

Our love was like
Umm...A Book of Poetry
Beautiful, right?
We were shy like a children, full of tenacity

It sat idle on the window sill
Dwindling to a shell in its last days
As we tore a page from its wrinkled spine
Each time we lost our way

It was for us two, but we read other books
We held our hands under the moon, like others do
And while others could ignite fires by sharing a look
I didn't see the inferno to which I would finally lose you

Now the pages are all gone, the cover is a ghost
I still remember, I was a child who was in pain
While your fragrance, I will miss the most
I have started writing again, a new book, a new name

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.

I'm surrounded
By people from all walks of life
With cars that have travelled miles
But I'm all by myself

I cannot escape the smell of her hair
Her eyes as they follow me on the flooded road
As skip over puddles and evade her eyes
Newspaper tell their story, the smoke is evergreen

I'm holding her artistic fingers
Entangled in her smoke rings that linger a second too long
She sings out her blues
I'm living each day anew

Many find ecstasy in glasses of whiskey
Drowning their sins in gin and tonic
Dancing to the gait of cabaret dancers
Lighting a smoke, shortening the rope

A walk in the woods in the bosoms of the trees
The joyous rhythm in the tossing of flowers
God has gifted me the power
To appreciate every solitary hour

In this short life
Share
Your precious time with others

I wish I could escape to forests
Live among the trees and sacred flowers
The breeze rustles through the many leaves
Searching for sunlight through the canopy

I'm still searching for clusters of the light
I miss the chatter of my people
The desolate highway, once a river
Houses clusters of streetlamps and chrome birds

Soil enriched by lichens for million eons
This place once held us for a brief moment
It is red with blood of my ancestors
Yet, they are alive in the Grand canyon

She was beautiful
With flowers in her hair
Drenched in the rain