The feeling was good
It was reeling and rocking
Along the rocky shores
Foaming at the point
Of eternity
Where a ship died
Underwater
Trenchant
Where the treasures lie

The heart wants
The hand speaks
Through the middle ground
The birdie flies well tempered
Peaks

I felt the sun rise
See it beyond the horizon
Speak to me of life
Basking in the sunshine of my tries
Hollower than the Lord's light
Hallowed be thy name
Rings inside
I scream my name
In vain
Heart is as the hand of God stays
I hope that my song plays
In the meaning of some distant way
Of travelling men

Strolling inside cafes
Made me reminisce the
Slow walk I had kept
While treading the balancing rope
Between the relationships and friendships
Taking cup of tea and a snack
Made the place lighten up
But the warmth go away
I felt I was born once again
Away from sadness
Unperturbed by obligation
Of keeping madness at bay
Until I had nothing left to say
To my mend my ways

She's crying
Oh it's those tears again
That clouds those beautiful eyes
And I can't see anything in them
But they are cloudy whites.
I hope she wipes those fears
That are hidden in her
Leave uneven unrest

Beauty is beyond me
It's in trees
And the streams
That flow by
Nearly all time
telling things
I have in my life
Nature flows like water
In a cup
For the trees to breathe
And ripen their fruits
Boughs breaking
Fruits falling with their leaves
As the bat leaves
For a better place to see

the eyes of my loved ones
looked through me
Whilst they died
Understanding my life
In there last testimony
Then I realized
Life can be broken
By three words
"I love you"

A glass half full and half empty
Is a drink
With the philosophy
Accompanied by talking

the cars crossed by me
the stars walked
the moonlight shone on me
the time passed by me
but the past followed
Like a shadow

A candle burning bright
In the forest of the night
Seemingly wild
The Waxing Moon

Many bridges to cross
And seas to speed
Through
Myriad of cities to come across
But I never found you so
In a  manner so serendipitous
*Like a rolling stone gathers no
Moss

I loved females
Before started wanting their wrists
On my bandmates
Guitar sliding with tune
Only to realized
That music was gone
And love was a fail
And Joy was a concept
That can seen
But not explained
Unlike, Science and other syncreticisms

War brings horsemen
Bringing soldiers
from different forums of men
Infantry attacks at the heart
Of decadence

I love her
She's wonderful
Shhe's prurient
And she'[s emollient
And truant when in the ood
Pervasive in her affection
Affectionate in her affliction
She stayed with me through her dying days
Lifeless breaths
But she got to thee
With a sense of sanguinity

Finished my education
Heading for college
New expectations and people
Like characters and plot-lines
In the books I carry.

Violence
Starts with a brawl
Starts slow
People getting mawled
Saved by the law
In a fashionable order

There was a time
I was fine
My mood would agree
By saying "Hey, you're fine"
I felt fine
And I had better days though
Appreciating the greater things
Passed through ages
Studied and taught by sages
Filling my lifelines
They keep my emotions at bay
They ask for more shade
The palm trees
Sway to-an-fro
Now a pearl palliated by the oyster in the sea
With a stagnant show
A show of hands
Told me I can't go further
Any longer
Because my days were through
And my time come
When I had to go
I had to move

A couple fights
Dishes break
Time gets wasted
A child
Waits hungry
Emaciated

Poverty
Breaks your cold heart
To see it
But it doesn't mend your ways

Tea time snacks
And biscuits
Taken black and sweet

Blue and blonde
Blonde and blue-eyed baby
A hair full of bliss- Blonde
And head and heart learning their ways in the race- Blue

Innocence
Jewish possessions in ruins
Camps with poisonous flames
And burning hands
Burning in
Brick kilns meant for glass
Prurient Anti-Semitists dancing to their tune
Wie spaß

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