If you are universal space
Had the stones and still rocks
Float aimlessly
Like you
I'd be on the dark side of the Moon
Watching the catcher in the rye comets
Keep their light
They'd throw themselves
Upon me, floating
Ice melts away into
Into a Catch-22 light

If you kept
Jupiter in the rings
Of space
It'll wring an asteroid belt

Throwing me and the asteroids
Of my life and my circles
That make up my friends
Rocky in the black holes
At the end of it timeless
Planets
Full of dirt
Like Earth and it's future in
a vacuous vacuum
Keeping my shores
And the dust off
My desultory
Folks
Bye poetry
Without rhyme
But with reason

A fighter from
India
But I can't my way to the other side of the border
Laxman and Rekha block it
Amitabh Bachan ka dewar
Sunehra suffer

Keeps my emotions on her
In her hair
Of her body,
Closer to her *****
Reminds me of the monsoon

I was lying
With the paper thin frame
Wheatish paper collecting
around the model
Of the statuette
That was muse
For my amusement
My talents in the frozen disguise
Cemented clay

Keeps me alive in the
Empire of the sun
Staying with the sands of time
That seems like golden gossamer
Has caught on to the hourglass
On the other-side of life
Is the woman in red
With fire eyes and jewels of virtues
Eyeing your vices

Keeps me
Reviled
Vicious cycle
Of Understanding
Of which I lack

Do you dream
Of places under
Bridges
Where hail
Lingering
Keeps you warm
Like
fire and ice

I can't fight
But I seem to grind
The keyboard
Telekinetically
Speaking

Even though you can't fly
You can still dream
About the sweaters that
Your family bought you
Or easily think
about the grandmother
Who brought you up
With clothes together
And with innocence
You say goodbye to your
Clothes and your home
And you're going places
as your honor
leaves in the straits of decision
But it is pride pure
Pure isn't it
However, we go down the
Worst roads
And come back the best paths
Hope that the old geezer
Goads
God the hermit
God the one waiting for you back stage
Keeping an eye on your performance
Keeping away all the strangers
You meet strangers
Through God

Foaming skies
With thunderstorm
Keeping the water in the warm
Like the tresses of tearing souls
Keel with my tightness of my
Home, I guess I'm crushed
Yeah, I have some money
But I'm broke
And the government
And wagers
wades through the sea
Where?
Throw your duties
And responsibilities
Like a key at the bottom of the sea
Senile decay keeps the trees from growing
Money
Pollution is  ashore
Explain my exploration
Money ,you, brought me
Here to wants
But you taught me to need
You bought the needy
with the paper currency
Of the rich economy
Seems like paper is poetry

When in need
I almost leave
My heart's in the poorest place

But leaves breeze by
Went away with flying feelings
Re-entering my greed

Settle less for a nettle in the shade
Keeps the tamarind colored faces
In saffron streets
I'm trading love for a hopeless deal

Keep my heart
from leaving
Just to understand
It is just the rock
That keeps my veins and arteries
Alive

When I'm bleeding
My hearts remembers
Memories keep people alive

Sender's search for grain
Demeter's semester of scintillation
Of silverware
On the table
Dining for two
The reflection in the knives
Too?
A lonelier glare keeps her
In the view of my stare
When I find the deer among dragons
In the spectral leer
Head-full of facile fantasy
Mead in her brown glass
Blue blood-bad blood
Broken heart
Doe running
Easier in than out
A sprightly dash
Like burgundy brings a smile
Her garbed lipstick
Full of vamped veritaserum
With a mindful of cultured curiosity
I filter out her secrets
In the question of ad quorum
Of my justice
That is my fiction
That is my end
Of my imagination
Harboring my death
In the clasping hands
Of winsome women with schemes
So lithe
Feeling solace
In nothing but a heartbreak
Love is the rose
You just got to
Let it grow

When's world's asleep
Like bare innocence
When the question's run deep
Barely innocent
The world dreams of leaps
Innocently bared
Of its heaps

The ringing drums
Keep the bells
Of the salvation
Tolling in the temple
Of fog

time's a sphere
It stays on both sides
Of the life I lead

I am in love
With my loving
Someone with the love of the world
Seems like love's a silly word in the yellow snow

The heat
Of the curiosity
Comes as it
Closets luminosity
Of the city

When he says
In weeks come
complimenting
As you stand by me
My strength
In weeks to come
Weakens to reveal
A naked soul

Weirdness
Laughs in her

As she is weird
As she can be

Odd isn't it,
Awkwardness

time keeps freezing
In my hands

My palms stay cold
Feeling the heat of the night
Of sensual calm

Time passes away
Awkwardness keeps the weirdness
Both say, "hey, beautiful."

The singed clothes
Keep the stains
In a homelier place
Close to my stars
Covered body
Of thy mother Earth
"Who's she?" said Tom, indeed
She was my birth
My rebirth
My courageous laughter
Peaceful mirth
Peace on Earth

The tune keeps me alive
The tune keeps out the dead
My time signature

Pinching the knees
Of my lady
I love her with an affection
I learned
I loved through nurtured
Understanding
That kept me awake
Like the books
Helping me dream
Now
Dreaming about her
Her books
Keep me alive
Oh, Christina Rossetti
I keep you in contingency

High profile society
Keeps me in the fray
Of living with
the making of time
A simple prayer
As cool as the game gets
Trying my moves in every way
I guessed my hopes
For life
Are icily broken in the fire
That burns

A machinist
Breaking his parts
Bringing his art
In lintel print

Caressing the rain
Addressing the waters
That keep these streams
Off the weight of love
Keepsake these dreams afloat
Hope stirred a cloud
A cotton candy
A dream of
Sweetness
Of possessions
I'm wearing my attire
Like you are mine

What hides behind her smile
That helps that cheer
Keeps me beguiled
The blue of the sky
Shows me when the crimson
IN the first
winter
Wintry; comes the snow
Keeping the flakes, how I don't
Know
Learning through Persian
Thoughts express words
I can't comprehend
Till the end

You came with the wind
So fast
The words were slower

The trees
Keeps my sadness
At bay

For tea
Parties
The light
Of the lost
Lies in the waiting
For a fresh drink
Other than the namely
crowd
Bringing conversation
To its natural sound

Rocks on the ocean
Bring the water
To hold its
Faltering heart
At the center of a storm
White as fear
After being lost from
So afar

I wonder what this lady's
Likes
On the Inside
To match the sunrise
The very match to the disco lights
Keeping the legs of the table-top
Looking naked in a
Dressing gown
Keeping the lights
A lot of lights
For a town
Inside her palms
On her *******
As she falls from my eyes
In the love underneath
In keeping with the people
listening

Looks like you're pretty
Tonight
Seems like taking
You somewhere
Tonight
will you keep
My memories
with that place

Singing in the dead night
Keepin the flight
Of the wasted time
Seems like the mine
Of gold
Never shines
Unless a golden raven
Flying across the red moon
Feels free across the dark blue

I don't know why you
Walk behind
With a stick
To hit me on the head
Instead you could've strayed
From the way
Paving the way
For the mumbo-jumbo
To keep me in rubble
Of the political mumble

Finally,
A chance
Though
Through
The instincts that made
Me
And Enemies
To Prove our resistance
A resistance
That was formed on peaceful riot
And looking at the bigger picture
Critics of social commentary said
Riots never seemed more ******
And blown out of proportion

My turn
I said, my dog
My God
I taught him to fetch
His things
And leave

The contemporary times
The early watch
On the ethics
Of society
The toughest love
The easiest to
Lose to piety
Of society
The education doesn't understand
The ill-informed citizens
Losing to conformism
Of society
The years go
With fears
Losing our innocence
The hunger for achieving
Comes from dreaming
About working
For it

The pasta cooked
With the red tomatoes
The barley grain
Tastes rustic, relishing
The garlic bread
Says the cheese
tastes nice
But I prefer, a drink of wine
With a plate next to human fingers

Placing my movies within
the sun setting
the hills alive
but the music
keeps it's shores on the
valley
As it flows like lakes of meaning
My reflection of children
Keeps my innocence
In the waters of solace
selfless
Lively but vivacious
She's the ******* my mind
So, hey
When I see that whirl
In the ripples of water
I see that woman of my life

The time keeps me
Out of my great
Feeling
Of being helpful
Helpful when the water sparkles with iridescence
Of the molly moon

Treading between the leaves
Myopically stricken off the record
Keeps me coursing on the fallen leaves
Golden, brown, yellow, orange
As the height of my captivating self
Comes up with the peaceful
Suicide, orange is the new black
Of living half-conscious through memories unknown
Beknownst tripping or hallucinating
On a brimming hallucinogen, die inside or unbeing
Within the happy recess, we aren't able to say something about the same karma
The king can do anything if he can carry the humor
Spring can finally be full of mist, everything is still

Take me home
Keep me from the
Moon
As it lays on it's *******
Amidst the stars and the mist
Covering
The Crescent smile
Hazy and fuzzy

The light of the day
Keeps the sunshine
In the days brink
and as the dawn breaks
My weight of redemption
Gets more bearable
As I get higher
With the smoking Sun

I loved my dreams
More than the sunshine
Kept me alive in the wake of the night
The time at the time
Of the rhyme
Without reason
Of the light of light
Reminded the glowing lamps
That floated brilliantly
In the dark sky
In the raucous surroundings
of the colonies
Be Hospitable to the dogs
Of society
Somehow the noise
Comes out sweeter
When there's less color and more smoke
And smells stronger

No wonder I couldn't cry
My fears
Kept away the weight
Of my peers
And I would cry in anger
And have blind resentment

Somehow I remember
I tried to place
My weight on my friends
Kept them in the embers
Rather than the flames
Of cheer and camaraderie

That kept the revolution alive
The reggae fellas and the tanks alike
Following the beat
With the rhythm of a nation
And the hymn of a weekend's peace

A peaceful sleep on Sunday
'Cause we Christian still got school
Yo!

Kept my books
on the top shelf
My glasses kept me
Occupied with the theft

I can write better
My pen keeps my nose
To the grindstone
Sadly, the con of being blunt

The tempest of the wine
That keeps me drunk
Thou art keep me drowning with
My breathing
With bliss