Modern skyscrapers are urban peaks
And mountains are heights of stamina
Both are the zenith of achievement
In India

The townspeople
They prayed for the
man to come off the steeple
He came down
But couldn't make pope

Time after time
I could find myself
Looking at the years differently

A balloon the higher it flies
The hotter it gets
The closer it gets to the sun light
It becomes tougher to touch sky full of clouds

Looking at the rain
I saw the clouds a little foggier
Must have been my glasses

Enigmatic people come and go
Some lost in their secrets
And some reveling in the World's secrets

I once hoped for an idea
But it would have nourished
My hunger

busy days
busy faces
Something lost between
The traces and remnants
Of yesterday

Me shelter
My veil
These are things
put together well
Me shelves
Keeps the kettle called black
Coal fueling it's function
Apostate that I am

A wine glass
Is intoxicatingly blood red
Seriously

water brings the flow
Of life
Only when a tortoise comes out of it shell

The motel shines on the
Name it holds
For a passer-by who roams

Churches run with holy water
Homeless people can't drink it
But they do ask for it
Unconfessed

Floating on the water
Fleeting sense of balance
Fleeing life
To bring peace to my life

Nine lives
A toss of Indian change
Brings three lions

Milk bottles, cats, doorsteps,mailman,milkman
Milk under the doorstep
Nine lives in the  making
Drinking someone's else's milk
Mailman sends out another's letter of absence
Who really brings milk

A swan swims through
the river of journey
A journey of teaching
For its cygnets
And their wings
Ripples giving the river some drop of depth

Six blocks away a cafe lies
Taking in lovers by the hour
And singles by the minute
Serving coffee and sugar
Milk pours out
And the bitterness becomes an aftertaste
Of the conversation that once took place
Among two people holding each others glances
At the face of it
Coffee breath
And Chocolate cake

Sent me to a town
Where the houses are close
And the hearts closer
One day an arson came
Set both on fire

Warriors walking
Running for their lives
lifeless

The homeless sit on their
knees
Forgetting about the tatterdemalion and
The grease
Money fills their pockets
Full of holes
One that takes it in
And the one that puts it in tin
Sleeping soundly
But ill

Love is a beautiful thing
Understanding is brilliant feeling
Indeed
Loving and understanding a woman
Is a thing of feeling

The Painted face of
paintings
Salvador Dali

Remember the time
When the girls looked at you
Now they don't do they?
You've probably changed
But to me you haven't
Only the women you set your eyes on keep changing
Sincerely if you keep gawking
You won't get anyone closer
Or get them talking
Settle down if you really crave desirability

Get a job and earn the big bucks
Or find a girl and let her make you feel like you are the best

So you choose this cafe
Of all places to state
Your reason
For existing
For being my delight with caffeine
Sweet

Accusers write yellowed pages
Placing the hands of law
Above the human touch
Casting flaws
Aside
Life can be as such
A melodramatic tale of ******
But when it comes to yellow pages
Then most crimes stay indoors
In the life of rhymes
So when you write about ****
Don't ruin the poem
Take your time
Pen down experiences
Not the feelings
For which you are appealin'
Because the enemy will always run scot free
In a court full of friendlies
With the criminals of course
In Justice Kavanaugh

I am honest
I have keep to
Telling myself
Since I am the loneliest
Honest

I have written papers
I had read rhymes
I have read essays
And I have read the Times

Behind closed doors
Lurks a person
Who keeps score
Of when you last came

I walking down the alley
I couldn't stop with my folks
They live across
streets
Two miles
A cafe
Where you pick up the habitual sweets
Cheap at the expense of time
And Essence of fun begins when you're closer to things
Closer to Rome

I witnessed ******
The body inside
With inside frigidly
Probably tampered with
After the authorities left
The same lascivious lady
Was in the house for couple of seconds
Before I had entered
I had just run my errands
Knife lay on the floor
Gun lay far from the door
Policeman probably accompanied
The criminal along the way
Carry the along the weight
Disrupting the interiors
As the rug
Makes the crime bloodier
Blood
Of Red wine
Lay on the Floor
I managed to break

Rights of a criminal
Is in the perception of time
Of the committed crime

A writer uses his
Instruments to lay
Beatitude
To religious display

How did you find your place
Home in this city
With so many streets
To roam

Live is lonesome
Even if you choose live
With or
without soulmates

The floral vase was broken
The roses look complete
On the vase and in it

Life lessons
Given
In the art of living
Never taken
For granted

Places that seem
Nostalgic in your head
Still exist

Looking through the rain
I saw the skies cloudier
Rather than grey
Guess I was wearing sunglasses

Point was made
But the feeling of doubt
Seemed longer

I met the greatest poet that ever lived
But he had no one to rhyme with
Live alone
Poem's seemingly timeless

Looking
Through the
Door
To the Outdoors

Get up, Stand up
Stand up for your rights
Don't believe the hype

Friendship is a single soul
Dwelling in two bodies

Competition is two bodies
Dwelling in one hobby

Head on babe
Slowing my wait
Over to my place
How's the journey
I'm in a coffee house
Looking at the scenery
Of couples
Looking at each other eyes
Feels nice

You keep me company
When I'm asleep
In the morning
You give me reason
To laugh
When I'm yawning
You finish my sentences
When my thoughts become
Noisy

When life turns to dust
You're the rain that brings it up

I've never done this before
However, I find myself writing
More and more
About flowers
Flowers that I never adored
Maybe because I'm not a kid anymore
Because I've been in love before

Tragedy strikes the day
The dawn of an era awaits
But a rosebud's about to blossom
However, it shies away
Even at the light of day

Smile again
Fluttering on leaves
Fluttering through the breeze
Leaves are often withered
Giving home to birds of the same feather
Flocking together

I live in a town
Where the lights never go out
But the moths never come in
Because spiders are the citizens

Bumping into a girl named Destiny
After stumbling on pebbles across the ocean
Left me with false notions
Of love and its nuances
I reckoned the water will always be satiny
And love is a painting
For the souls  waning
And the Sun shall always set for us
In the West
Laying slumber to the endearing scenery
Laying memories to a peaceful rest
Funnily, the tides always had an affinity
For washing away writings on the sand
Realizing now,
God didn't bring the two of us together
On this colorful land
With utmost sincerity
Towards a God named Romance

Even though Destiny
You changed places
And left me at the mercy of my fate
I know the horizon is unanchorable
Similarly, I know I shall go looking for you again
In these treacherous waters
Even during hard-hitting rain
With inchoate courage
Even when I'm somnambulant
Dying within the Earth's recesses
Within time's everlasting edifice
I shall foolishly go looking for you again
Just to erase your pain

And in my hour of demise
I won't expect you at my burial
I easily surmise

Because I hoped to grasp what was destined
For us
In the firmament
Of this exemplary universe
And as the Sun rises
During day-break
Nevertheless, the same way
And my soul will rise
Ending its indignation
Brought by You
Not being bothered by the evanescing memory of
You

Diving in the bluest parts of the sea
Cerulean hue escapes the underwater serried scenery
Under pulverizing rains and thunderbolts stimulated by God's solitary hand
The sea takes on colorful countenance as it strokes the grains of foreign sand
Rambunctiously rising against the randomness of these tawny lands
Almost turgid and ****** in its flow
The waves of bliss call out a raspy roar
As the sweltering hot water laps against the sensual shores
Timelessly
Salty and foamy water cupping the ******* of the salting
Sun's about to snore
The tides will come once more