How do owls stay awake at night
Because they have beautiful
Quills
For flight
Where do owls stay
In the burrows
Sleeping in the wrong tomorrows

**** literature
If you want
But, don't keep your head in your ***

Much like love
Makes me happy
So does friendship

I write down my feelings
My pen is ready
And my tongue is tied
Telling me my lips twist your words
Thoughts turns into time
Time turns into stone
I write on stone and take my time
Tumultous and turbulent
Two good words came out of seas crashing against
Raised coves and then it hit me
That I would sail two seas
To be with myself on the otherside of the world
Breaking my body to write good things
Making metaphors for my lies
Letting people in on my horizontal freedom

Lying on the vertical, falling for the rhyme hurts
The rhyme hurls me into the rhythm of life on the sidelines
Pass me by, touch my inner light
Bring the dark child out of the crescent moon
Say hello to how we used to say hello
Goodbye to mean men who don’t hide your heart
Go out cold when you never get my ideas
Lukewarm conversation is what I need
Warm my hands with your wordsmith
Wordless lassoes

Sweeps the
Dirt on his clothes
With disappointment in the heart
Coming to a broken
Home to lost souls
Looking for his mum
Stop throwing kids
On the street
Where they have no name
And no identity
Give them homes
Illegal immigrants
Somehow get trapped
In this country

Being or being free
Humanly this just a feeling, accretion builds me
The creation is bliss, blending with my curiosity

Hey!
Hello, Poetry I'm Aditya.
I wanna make myself
Essay hee

Down the underwater
Take the bubbles
Break em up, **** the lime acerbic wit killjoy
Facetiously pushing out the service asking for a hitch back home
Cuddling up to the trunks of the elephant of the room
Bedlock with dread of the meandering truck loving peach luck
Peachy eyed, kimono geisha fire me up and entertain men
Thematic schemes, all part of your plan
Party in the USA, rock with your ***** in Russia
Freeze to death in sugary rush of ***** and virgins, dishevel the exceptional man
Blizzard steam cuprous culture praise the lizard king, fly out of the pressings quickly
Pen down your life
I’d have ideas for you
Make songs for you
The pieces make sense, if you put the jigsaw puzzle together again

You’re stuck in the middle

In a boring day
Amidst the concubines
All in the palace shells
Roomed in the book
Cloistered from the rest
The king keeps slaves to himself
Just for that one fine day
When boredom sets in
Like the summer breaks into summer leaves
Untouched by water and spring
In a boring day
We cast aside our differences
Ignorant of each other's wealth
Tempered by our grace
Embracing our space
Accepting our distance
Cast out into the wilderness

Love opens doors
Moving to and fro
Swinging innocently

Is like having mushrooms
Instead of eating them
You get high
Going all the way in the bedroom

If I’m
Dreaming of you
Everyday
Actively

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

The boy with the soulless eyes
Never dies
Even if he tries
Finding fresh air
In a blue cambric
Made by nuns in their tunics
Is a fickle thing
You're the soul of the occult, they said giggling

Among the shells tossed
Up and about, onshore, lie the cones
You can hear the waters climb aloft
In inner curls and twists of sea strands
Of the phantasmagoria of sea mermaids
Heads full of hair kiss the sand
Like mist and horizon to the blue expanse
If I come back to thee
I shall leave knowing we have the same masks
But, different eyes like stones on a sea

Dust turns to dust
Ashes turns ashes
Finally I'll be in
The place I belong
If I had anywhere to live
I'd feed off the ground
Rather than breed interminably
Or harbinger a lavish disease
But, it's fun being alive
When you know you are close to the ending
Like reading a book till its last page

Except the story keeps playing in my soul
In my special place
Where I know solitude
Or what dreams are made of
Peaceful starry skies are where I find oblivion

Swallowing the whole sun
The eyes envelope one's darkest night
The light could not be created on sallow skin
Escaping from the deity
Only an unkind look without velleity
A feature of true athletic build
A statue of such gilded nature
Where tenderness wears a crown
The sun may have no roots
Many truths can be told in those unfazed eyes
For the light shines and ripens fruits
For those with a future brighter than
The son of Zeus and Leto
Made from these pastoral tools
All of my love fails in your creation
If your ego isn't frail
All of my love passes through
And my spirit proceeds beyond thee
Here endeth the tale
As I am what I am
You are what you are
If I walk or run through life

Intertwined at one time so intricately
Sadly mistaken for one soul
Now consisting of many fragmented memories
Never forming a real impression that is whole

We have forgotten one another
Realizing that we were the missing piece
Of each other's puzzles
But, a perfect fit isn't the perfect love story

And there are no happy endings, only an endless chase

V is for the vase you broke on me
A is the alarming signs of love and dreams
L is for the love you give me
E- extraordinary
N is for the way smile needily
T- is for the tears I wiped every time that thought about the vase
I- is for intelligent
N- nice
E- You are extraordinary even when you are just nice

Dear Future GF,
I love your sarcasm honey
Even when it's on Valentine's Day

When I was a kid
I'd fall and hurt myself
But I knew how to stop crying
Wipe the tears and shed the blood
Back then
That's how it was
No matter the intensity
Of the fight

These days
It's different
I fall and hurt myself
While there's not a graze to show
Evidence of the pain
No enemy to harm me
There's a cut
In the heart so deep
That I can no longer
Stand up
And wipe the tears
So easily

I thought the sniffling
Strong kid
Who beat up the foes
Was a brave soul
But breaking down is okay
And we were conditioned
To be stoic
Back then

Remember that the next time
You think upon your childhood
At your lowest point
And darkest moment

Stars on the bright sky
Midnight starry light
Come out of the cloudless child
Round moon change us today
A new day of the year of the tiger
Scarred skies taking down falling mandrake cries
Rooted in lonesome stargazers gallant souls
Looking at the stars makes realize how I'm small
I am small after all, never in my wildest dreams
Did I try to count the stars in the sky
I just waited to catch them instead

Catch a falling star
And never let it fade away

If you feed a hungry child
You save it for a day
If you teach a hungry child
You save it from sleepless nights

Well, my dad called me a freeloader and kicked my dog.
In the revelry of reflective drinking
I came close to the revelation of the drunkard
Closer to God in a cup of alcohol
Intoxicated by your hair
The smell of your eyes brings my stare closer
Therefore, I care about this attraction
Let's make some clear conversation
About the point of life in a small glass of ***
I love you and that's forever

I'll look at your heart of rock
The stretch of highways, a treasure left for us
Telling us of the miles left for us, waiting to be walked
Too bad, we couldn't be friends here, on this road to heaven-sent
Road to redemption, antecedents look at us from buried stones and treasures, unless we cross the river of the Buddha
Maybe, I'm still extracting out it's meaning

The simplicity of tradition
Is worshipping every
Religious revelation without volition

You could run from the past
Or face it
Or hide from it
In the future

At the quiet hours of a starless night
In a hushed town
I wait for you in a cafe in a crowded street
Wanting to tell you

You are the warmth of summer
In the vast lands covered in snow and hail
That melts the glaciers
Turning them into rivers that run free

I was yours
But sometimes you were mine
Beautiful and innocent as this may be
I bury the passion inside

The last time when we met
For a brief moment, I felt a shiver run through me
The heat pulsate from within
A hunger for your sensuous lips

I wish I would have said something
But I'm afraid my heart wouldn't let me
Yet, you are calm and tempered
Gasping as you read this, nudging me to write

I remember what you wore that day
The burning sensation inside
Doesn't fade into the endless ether of memories
I need you now, more than ever

Let me hold you till you are left breathless
Gushing into you and gnashing your *******
Away from the world around
Covering your lithe figure with my scent

Unable to get you off my mind
Under the pale moonlight
I write for you on this starless night
As my poems slowly become void of life

Yet, you still love them
And so I channelize the fire
Letting my poems speak for me
Revealing my darkest desires to you

The life of the party
Keeping kids
Away from drugs

Sometimes I wish that you entered my life
Like a bird that sings upon the trees
For once my life could be about you
Let this moment be ours

Can I be free from myself
You've cast a spell on this soul
Dwelling upon the past forever
Tonight isn't the same without your presence

Let this moment not leave me
Your hair, the breeze downstairs
A sudden chill creeps up my shoulder
Tonight is my moment to be yours

Tomorrow, you'll be someone else's
I'll still carry my blessings in my heart
This soul will shatter
Into a million stars of your night sky

The divine owl loses its wings
From the light, is it nocturnal, told me some birdie
Doesn't it believe in the life of love or giddy talk
Or has become accustomed to the darkness, or clawed its a tree in search of taigus
Or has it become accustomed to becoming a nocturnal owl, has it found the dark or searching for what is light
Just like we all fight in the blind, and reveal our souls
We burn in the bright, but, this nocturnal owl told me it saw the light
The divine owl can take the form of anything
Maybe, even the rain on summer nights, loving with each midnight walk
We could see your divine owl or halcyon feeling, they are awake as that owl

When silence hurts
There is nothing like a knife
To cut the tension
If the wire is thick
Then, will we see it through thick and thin
As I keep cutting the excess strands of awkwardness
With my biting humor
I leave some scars on your heart
Unintentional
But, this silence pains me
Because it isn't the same silence
We had years ago
When we first met.

Like water you are silent
Like the crashing waves out
Like the streams of cold water
Like the chasing wind of crying stars
Whenever you come out of the sea
You hide behind the cloud when the moon comes out
When the light comes out, it's over and there are just silent waters
Over a straddled bridge where the madcap laughs raucously

Light is broken, and brass is unspoken

I try to write poetry
While balancing my life's responsibilities
You are the perfect balance of the two
My child
My love

I have twitched
And bewitched
Myself into a half-man and wolf of hamstrings made of heartstrings
Tearing out of the Vitruvian circle, livin' up in the absolute progressive ellipse
Brimming without you and within you, and escape the slips
Of whips and the crimson red of the lysergic chemicals

A bought a peach dripping from serendipity
A stolen apple from beggars dreams
A bough of flowers from the nearest bouquets
A couplet of children followed me, driving me bananas
Popular with them, I made haste with the bread and wine from the supermarket in downtown annals of stated streets
All of them were documented like the underground denizens of the supercilious looking for a summer promiscuity and bacchanal

if your heart's broken. Let me at least fix it before you become a heartbreaker.

A man makes a dying wish
A girl breaks his promises
Hours pass us by, so does life

The candidate carries his stamped papers
And is mistaken for a beggar by the commissioner
He's lost but found

The train of life reaches a close
And the stories keep losing their prose
You will meet someone

The curse will be on those who fear death by fire
Forget the goal, let it come when it will
Tell them what you saw was beautiful

I look at your eyes from the corner of the room
The glimmer of your glasses cover my imagination
Yes I know it's sweet that I'm overhearing your heartbeat
This kind of liking is kind of overbearing too soon

The hail and mistletoe curl into frosty tendrils
I know I'm a bit of *****, you cut your finger on me
I'll gladly **** your thumb and wrap my arms around you
But it's kind of sweet to know you love cheap thrills in the sheets

The streets
Are full
I am lonely

Build the stars
The stars seem to fall
From the mirth of the
On The end of the horizon
That kept my tendons
On the upkeep
With my musculature
Of my back
The years on end

My lover is an artist
She won't look back
Her experience has told her stories
She looks at people in white and black

Her words can the strangers away
As her friends are put to peace
She can turn night into daytime
Just like that
Bring the light out of black
But, she chooses her colors wisely as her facts

The stars turn into bright streetlights
When she walks by
The moon plays a symphony just for her smile
The sun is already in her eyes
The night looks in them for some life
Or some mode of surprise
That you just won't find

My lover speaks like silence
Neither argues nor judges
As she sleeps in the skies

I suppose because of the approach to poetry
I might not be taken seriously, and for
Such purposes, I venture on making a premise
A sudden purpose you may call it in similarity
To pellucid and amiable as a similitude

When I turn from my window
I am out of reach from your lonely street
I have no looks to give you
But, who cares when you wander frozen sleets
When you aren't there at the dead of night
I have people to talk to, constantly
But, who comes when it's time to call
When you are broken but always gone
I have spoken true lies and nothing more

But, who needs you
When you are their home
But, who needs you
When I'm not looking for you

I have made love in the night
But, who scares you
When you have no one to fear
You are a friend indeed
If I cry alone
Because you make me feel all vulnerable

I go back to my dead alley
Near a broken building
Overlooking a crescendoed bridge
A tower stands among us, unyielding
It could be you and me, babe
With our hands empty
Who will love you when I'm gone, babe
With our hands empty

I suppose I should tell you
That I was normal once, now just an analogous amalgam
Saving pennies for the shelter, though I don't know
The storm is just childish rhetoric, my family's gone
Even in the cosmic feeling of perfection in my teenage days
Without food and shelter, tuning my cars and mechanizing machinery
For underwriters and slaves alike, likewise temporary jobs
Pay for the entertaining pictures on the star-lit screen and the cinematic sun strip
I am far from home, bet you expected to come back to the vapid commitments
Falsities plaguing my clear mind, infected by the disease of what's
In the name and the mindful soulful vibes, that spirit away like nameless ghosts
On a named street, with some attachments and arduous freedom taking my bags along
Like some chaperone on famous stars on the celestial sky, looking down on us
New desires keep coming with full suitcases, making my journey harder
The undulating streetlights flicker like my fate and belief in people
I want to say the nicest things to you if I could just fly
And catch on those subtleties that hover in amorous air
Cruising with the analogous amalgam is a just a beggar's dream, called niggardly
They are the preservative ideals of a society run by blacksmiths and wordsmiths
All cemented in stone like covenants and commandments, born of the time being ashore on these dreams of freedom
Knowledge is a weakness, ignorance is a brave ideal
Find your peace?
Make love, not war; love is closest to being free and peacefully easy
The feeling is easy if you can curb the warfare without contention
Or a bone resembling the argument of the flight of the centurions
The cents that are thrown like notes in the hat, make up for your sins you topical poets
Treble, bass, and middle; you are the whole music, a part of the sound of this vast splendor
Cosmically blowing up, I can't explain myself
If I imploded, I'd stay at home unbeknownst of the whole vessel
Pretending I was ready to sink with the ship, sappy
Revering all my work in a glimpse of eternity, happy
The pursuit of happiness, where do you roam on moving streets that move me to tears
~Analogous Amalgam

When a kid
Hoping for the height to touch the clouds
When a teenager
Hoping for just the sun's warmth amidst crowds
When an adult
Hoping for time at home makes your family proud
When an old venerable person
You realize you are
Too old to touch clouds
Until knowledge tells you that that desire lies in foggy mornings
Too old to look for sunshine
Until experience tells you there is nothing more beautiful than the sunset
Too old to keep your family intact
Until wisdom tells you each person goes their own way
When in death
Hoping to reach Heaven laying behind some star
In space, away from this Earthen abode

The warmest feelings
Come from people
Who have felt the fire deeply
Or those who have been burnt badly
By being in love truly and madly

It took me a long while
To really understand how we inure each
Other in two or threes, taking each number
Like a closed leading to an open door
Contraltos and passive ancestors have one thing in common
Lies and literature, it took to you to be a good person so what
You took to prison and a cell of broken speech and schools took you in peremptory pleasure, with some loquacity and leisure
Mellifluous or mundane, quoting has some substrata of truth, broken down into placid men in Lenin's underground communist movements
Black and broken like the hungry poverty, of the speech and resplendent sum, inventively locum tenens more than the summated parts of clients
Remeasuring the men around me, finding the inclination within singularities
Violent and breathless broken poetry

Autumn arrived
The leaves burnt, crackled at the stems
With pink edges, drifting in the firmament
In step with the wild wind

Even as I watched the clock count down time
There, in my heart, I held on tight
To hope, like a little child
For many years

That while the trees lay bare
I could hear what's in their heart
So that they knew someone listened
To them

Year after year, they shed their skin
Laying bare to nature
Helpless to raging storms
You can still see the bruises from the last hurricane

Their broken heart is like an old, torn book
Passages dying to be read by a curious mind
They heal me and soothe the pain
When I'm in pensive state

On the days that I hurt the most
I write their words for you
And that is when the dam surrenders
Letting the flood of emotions pour asunder

I've spent my life exploring the forests
And racing through the aged greenery
But as the seasons change
Something stirs their harmony

In the heart of the deep rich sanctuary
There were multitudes of trees
Bare and brave
Letting the breeze raze them

Weakening their grip on life
They surrender their peace to the stars
While it takes strength to come this far
Nature says that it is time to let go

A wildfire cracks the aged willow
Ravaging the forests of antiquity
Leaving behind the white dust
There's no anguish nor sorrow

A wildfire consumes
Leaving behind only
Millions of roots underground
Yet they survive

So the eye of Death is kinder
To the frail branches that held yesterday's leaves
As God sheds off the imperfections
Leaving behind only a memory

Life persists
And after many seasons
When I am gone
There'll be another forest that takes it place