In a place
Away from rurality
I found the urban upbringing
That left me lost in the city
In a place by the hills
I can still see the county
Like my painted past

In climbing trees of apple
At said heights
Save yourself
Inscribing scriptures
Essence of reason
Innocence is an old picture
But, the apple has turned
Into sand, filling an hourglass
Losing time

Binding the walled hatred
Evil doing its best concocting
Erstwhile, vivid learning
Rumi’s timely preaches are good
In a school of peaches and Doha
Within the basting of nostrums
Cautions many only there was friendship

Sycamore Trees
Savior Birds
Flutter
Over
Me
I lay on the grass
With her plucked leaf
With the Autumn breeze
In my hair

Standing, it was her I saw
I just couldn't stand her
So at the seams
My eyes grew tired
with life

Birds keep me company
My heart's alive
I have my friends
On the other side
Arriving at places
I hence made station
Keeping my friends
closer
to
birds
Their hearts lighter than owl feathers
Awake for the nights
Tired due to the days
Me and my apprentices
Share the glory
Of being together

I found my love
In cinemas and money
But after life became lifeless
I found my love
In trees and flowers
In the end money grew up on trees
My rubber soles couldn't get me up there

Enough of feelings
I got feelings
And had enough
Relationship break this way
When two words
When two worlds
Break apart
Three words
"I love you"

Love exists as a triangle
When friends circle break
Worldly walls hold us in
Spherically

Sun's on the rise
School buses fly
Through placid glass
A mercurial teenager
Peeks through windows

But our sun trails him
Like God guiding your
Feet in the quicksand
To guide through the horizon
You learn to understand

Sometimes in a disco
I find myself lost in the music
Immersed in the lyrics
Of the sounds
Like the wasps *******
from the nectar
Unaware of the pollen
Flower dances
In the love of creation
And nuance

Lying on the couch
Like a sketch
Lies my mother
With the same breath
As I expressed

Tomorrow brings
My future
Inclined to the
axis of my
beginnings
The sun
sets on the best
of my abilities
As the east
brings the light
on the west
My aspirations
Stand the test of time
I seem to be
Tilting towards them

Lost in my shadows
Pulling through
Like you
My thoughts fail
And realizing
My faults later
I pull through

Memories fade away
When Imagination flies
Crowds raising questions
When you're living
And waiting for a sign
See streets live up to their standards
Like beggars look up to you
For change

Perhaps a stone throw away
Are our children
In Old age

I was eight years old
When I entered first grade
Stars look down upon me
My! looking up at the stars
I don't feel the same

Lovely seeing around
Today for me
Pure innocence
Blaming the ways
The way we parted ways
Like a lake
Flowing by it's reflecting man
With shallow understanding
Similarities stay

The flame holds to a candle
Like soil holds
Your identity in your country
Firing up your soul
Shooting beckons the onset of
Unwanted killing
Away from life's state
Faraway cries
A fatal fire that is bluer
Something solar and soulful
Stars like, the sun
Come once in a lifetime
Lightyears away
Keeping us in the dark
Of the Universe quarks
Make
Our
Path

Straining to reach the heights
Look over walls
Trying to break boundaries
With life
Constantly following around
With my mind on the surface
Of everything expecting at it's face

I saw dreams
That treaded paths
I travelled had trapped volcanic steam
Boiling over an island are earthen pots
That hold water upside down in their ******

Twisted at the seams
Are frills of her gowns
Keeping apart the reams
And papers that are seemingly pronounced
Are the times that are shifting
With each installation of a new
program
But somehow
I cannot have a woman
Who takes to equality
Like the change in ideals
Closer to the heels
Of drinkers
And bellied-bikers
Seemingly hooked to the
Vapid *****
Of the bar scene
Usually, I find myself
Talking to strangers
Irrespective
Of their faces
I take their number
Not judging the *** off ways
Realizing oft'
The womanhood
In the sultriness
Of the womanly

The changing of your calculations
Wheeling with my emotions

It's not meant to be
It is
Meaning to be
She tells me
To remove my heart in need
Slower with the words
I tell her
Eased out in the profession of clerks
Slower heartbeats
Than a typewriter's speed
In a stenographer's office
The typing reaching ears
Of the one in despair
And the one in the seat
Meant to be

Three times
I took from the lake
Now I look at my reflection
I find that my face doesn't
Look any cleaner
It's raking with traces
Of my cases
The farther I go from
The pond
I closed in on
A real sunrise
Came on the lake of law cases
Finding my place in the sun
On the golden pond
In the distance
there was the lasting
Of reaping reveries

Screaming in public
I make a scene
Females take example
Movie's in the making

Mind
You,
Keep track of me
Space
Time
You
Start
I lay the frays of the continuum
Bent by the days of laburnum
Surrounding the gardens of home
Dulcet smells
Are halfway there
Hope,
I'm halfway there
Like an electron I roam
Relying on nucleons
For my mapped momentum
Time is just a stroke of luck

Going against the flow of information
I found
More knowledge about my formation

In a silent movie
Under the stairs
Through the right
Till bringing theft
To the floor
Close by the room
Still holding my cards
Greedily
Bleeding by the tyres
Counting my keys
Turn the key slowly
Unlocks the door
Of my car
I hope to star
In a film
Of my making
Next to the light
Of a promising future
With a girl
In a silent movie

Prehistorically
I found joy
When joy wasn't prepossessing
Fire came with uncertainty
As the water at the nights  
The prey escaped the scenery
Now I know man was
Neither prey or predator
It was just an evolved orator
Of an ambivalence of
That

Shadows flow through
You
Shadow shurikens decide the end
Of where your soul finds peace
And where the universe finds tranquility
Life becomes sacred rituals and expands
In tests learning the notes for duels
Water dances where your shadow bends
Ninjitsu,
Truly lends
Hand to the briefness
Of your animated lives
Dying in the fires of fiefdom
Evading the bandits
Saving them with quilts
Who now think of suicide
Are the farmers
Ninjas don't commit homicide
Responsibility comes with
Living by the sword
Dying in the stars
Hearts die by the fire

In life's vicissitudes
I found tall trees
Revealing their age
In their wrinkles
Maybe it was just their nature
To be free
Of their roots
School of thought
Food for books
Food of thought
Schools for books
Tornadoing through the education
Of restless looks

Love is everywhere
Time is everywhere
But there isn't a space without a care

****** barons
Keeping coal
Burning them with the tools
Carrying the anvils
On their shoulders
Life just became a boulder
Bolder to be a silent slave
Than to be an outspoken fool
In the rise of evil
Ranks finding
Comfortable numbness in
Falling behind the ranks
Like a cat crossing the street
Unaware of its race,caste or creed
Black cats have a breed
Superstition doesn't rule the cat

On the bell tower, rules
The time as it lowers
The prisoners along with his cruel crimes
The chirping raven learns to chime
With each falling fool
Timekeepers die

Hanging from the ropes
Falling at break-neck speed
Slow chill to the spine develops
Among the stoic subjects

Remembering
All the times I had fun
Studying the times when I didn't

The architecture set me free
It delved deeply into my soul
Keeping my mind occupied
And body an arduous vacancy
It was the Sistine Chapel
And the paintings were someone's
Draconian nature painted in
Snakes slipping through dreams
Of Adam with his manliness
Complimenting Eve's comeliness
Serried with innocent dreams
Slipping into as Biblical studies
As tabooed
**** entities
Ever been considering
Of Adam
Couldn't leave God's Index
It was recorded
In benediction
It showed strength
In liberty

Netflix and pop ****
Sorry pop corn
Didn't know which way my hand was
Girlfriend's beside you
Somehow she's coming closer
And nagging
Touching brings resonates
Remotely
With frivolous flirtations
Bring you up to speed
Of recaps and replays
Of your trusty TV
Conversation's nice
With a pizza slice
When the important parts
Are featuring Radhika Apte
Aptly the ghouls of the past
And the flower *** that are now glass
The monocles that my father's father had
Keep me spectated about history
Somehow the floral essence of
Music that rings from pianos
Hanging by the door
Of rosewood and mahogany
Mahogany being the piano
And Rosewood door
There was no concept
Of Ebony and Ivory
Keying at the door

Bluer waters
Landscaped greenery
Greenery catches you by the blues
And it shore waves at you

Love opens doors
Moving to and fro
Swinging innocently

It's a quaint feeling
Sitting by the fire
History forms underneath
Even
An oleaginous oil lamp
Dust dwells
Like brittle begonias
In the garden
Mapping
Out interests
Proof of theories
All leading to
Communicating secrets
Of enlightenment
By hiding in the light
Of the crystal clerisy
Away from the livid lies
Lividly lies
The fire and blood
That accompanied our stories
Unable to shed light on
Neo-classicism's darkest hours
Color became a question of chance
And in the end of race
There was only red

Following the warmth
Of my heart
Weighed down by
Bearing the sadness
Blood runs deep in these arteries
Parting with myself
Becomes easier day by day

Writers are the purveyors
Of their souls
Understanding their colors
Working by the working week
Governed by the hour hands
Watching
For juicy content
Claiming the fruits of their deeds

Steel vaults
Steelier eyes
Protect you financial faults

Ran the vintage van
Along the trees
Offroad tires
Can bring you long way
In the end
Except help you deal
With the friction in the beginning

Magazine's made
By the Time's
machine