Accepting life on a platter
Sounds tiresome
Socially
Unless you matter
When your life goes out of the door
For the pavement
With a satchel
Working for money and change
And working for the latter
In the endless pitter-patter
Of rain
Of droplets
That shatter your heart
But make up your mind
About life Instead
In dread
You think
About looking for different waters

I cannot wait
To walk under the moon
The roads are empty
I am unchained
I miss the people lost, no more
To the twists and turns
Some are stuck in the
Middle of the crisis in Sandwich town
Cars are too afraid
To prowl the streets
Too bad I am stuck
On the highway
With my suitcase in my hand
Jumping off the side of the night
Tossing and turning in my sleep
No more a typhoon
I sell myself to the stars
For a night of isolation
A day of stares

Passed partied lucky
Big and my best day
Blushed the blue heart, and turned red like the dusky sky

The love with which I brought you up
Was held in the book of frozen thoughts
Like a cryogenically stored impasse of repressed emotions
Where's the sexuality in this tensed state of mind?
In which we attribute, the city lights to the life of the bright enlightened plight
Maybe, our plea is just reimbursement waiting to repaid by our future generations
Wondering how it got so rough, and yet so droll
The candid nature of *** is psychology
In this surmise, I rest my repleting father figure
Complexes are how we move onto our next offspring
Where there is recessiveness, there is dormancy

Wild and free
Wondering through
The pressed fields
Of trees
That should have been there
To hold guerrilla hats
Yesterday
Left with the search
For innocence
Intermittently
Overcome
With mature loving
And empathy
Too

Blue moon
Red sky
Purple days

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Let me send you flowers and kisses too

Love is a drug
If you are wrong
I don’t want to be a transformer

If you’re the secret garden
Let me be your picket fence and garden tool
Look at me with your eyes crouching over the white picture

He and I were talking
We were listeners
For a short time, paralyzed by fear

Anything want
Does
That’s the way you need to do, leave the platitudes

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

The reason I listen
Is because of the same song
Reminding me of fragments of you

I must confess, I've fallen in love before
When the leaves settled
Upon the feet of autumn trees
That let the drizzle pool in their palms

I've been in awe of beauty before
That was during a sudden summer
As the heat baked the sheets of linen and satin
That hung neatly on my balcony, letting out the petrichor

I have been kissed, not by her
But by the cold rain that touched my lips
As I looked up at the blue grey skies
Longing for comfort

Although when she'll love me
I'll never know
I know this misery
Will come and go

And so I welcomed the winter
Held its cold, dead hands
Caressed it with tender touch
Accepting that good times aren't meant to last

So, I've fallen again
But this time I think it is for real
And she makes me happy in so many ways
That makes it worth the pain and grief

The play of the seasons
That come and go
Like life's small victories and love's blindness
Remind me, this too shall pass

Where we live
Is such a nice place
But, I wish that our minds
Were bigger
And hearts more generous
Without these things
People cannot be nice
And nice people cannot exist

Wants and need
Want is a feeling of greed
Then it's a need indeed

There was this lawyer
Who kept his cases
In his case file
In which the victim
Died, he would burn them
When the judge asked for prima facie evidence
He would ask for an extension
Since, the family was too distraught
To trust anyone
So the courts threw the case out in an evidentiary hearing
Due to the pending paperwork
Many people died as far I recall
But not many saw justice, sadly
Only when they found the lawyer burning the papers
Did they realize they had a serial offender
But, courts don't press charges for dubious cases
When the judges heard of the lawyer
They observed strictness in the courtroom
The lawyer had basically burned the evidence
Which was the dead corpus, the case had died with the body

We always bother
Another with our problems
Leaving them would be the best
If we could hide our sadness
As well as our secrets on our chest
We would be better

Like we use trees
For paper
A king is for his people
Patient in affliction
Faithful with gratitude
Seraphim in his affection

A world without words
A dream without focus
I might change my mind
If I wanted the problems of maintaining my sane sister
Called a metaphorical music
That keeps my muse on my mind
And my mind on my muse

If I wanted to jump
I'd fly
Away from this feeling.

I have felt this way
I have felt this way
I have felt this way
That you could hurt my way of life

Cry your tears
With the silent sayings
Of fortified silence, and challenge them with poetry
Make your sadness your own

Grow the fruits of your labor
Make the most of simple fruits
Seeded and blue, are the moon and sky
Like tears in the sun

COVID 19
2 months it has been
All of my favourite places are closed
I cannot meet my favourite people
I cannot go to my favourite countries and destinations, even though, I don't travel I still will complain

COVID 19
I cannot meet my psychiatrist and my favourite oncologist
Although, my psychiatrist is my oncologist, because I keep saying that 'This post causes cancer.'
I miss my friends and yet feel more connected through Tinder
The malls are open, but, I complain that the shops are closed to the common man without the smartphone and a wallet to buy luxury and mammon

COVID 19
How you have opened my eyes
I have learned to support the government and talk behind their back when some of my friends bang their plates and others stay silent in vehement protest

COVID 19
You must know the meaning of farce because you have the PM chasing after super spreaders and Anti-CAA protesters just the same

COVID 19
Without you, my favourite things will never be the same again.

I love your face
Your kisses
Matching the traces of red
I look forever
For a girl in a small world

They say my love is too big
For this small world

When painting one does not think
When writing one does not imagine
Of how imprisoned their souls can be
When we imagine of vast scapes
Of Seas
We realize there are only a few
Fish in the sea
Meant for us to catch
That's a catch to life
I'd love to say I have a catchphrase
For every time I stumble on my obstacles
Then I remember it was deja vu
That I came to find my mistakes
Like thousand splendid suns
Nurturing a million flowers
For the billion bees in synergy

The things seem good
Maybe the things of yesterday
This haiku was a bad decision

Let's bring real poets back
Wait I'm no scientist
But in poetry
That means something
With the right lyrics
You can find the hidden meaning
It's rearranged as
"Bring back poets"
In history
"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit"
But you just realized the beauty
Of her
In all those poems
You attracted her attention
Which memory?
No, memories
Because she loves you that's
Why
I hope to find someone
The "same" as that someone
Might be you

The traffic says go ahead often storms stop us instead
Think twice it's alright, or stare ahead confused
Talk about the streets, the steel house is holding me
Born on the motion, running with the fumes
Holding the gun, you're on the other end of the muzzle with a point of view
A poignant beer can be barreling in the storm, hopeless timbre in the soul made of metal and cradling civilization
We are made of flesh and bones, not bones made by working-class men working their solitary days
Clutching spades and digging quarries night night
The talk of streets and the stares are coming my way, and I can carry the weight
He's short
He's my brother
On the cover of a Panama canal
Virile and vivacious, flow out of the other side of America
Kid, change my mind
Before we move apart because o'

Will you land on my
Side of the universe
Or still, count the stars afar from a different galaxy
Looking a little out of touch with the skin
Opening up an eye, and keeping two closed
We could give you a magazine, but, it'd be nebulous
Will you land on my
Side of the universe
Or still, count the stars afar from a different galaxy
Looking a little like our Solar System, efficient and precise
Even if it is Newtonian, Kepler and we pinned out relativity
Mass and energy found equivalence, and we peered out
Of closed windows, and landed on the correct side of the universe
I still hear my mom call out to me from the house, that was a stone throw away

Many of us really do not
Like writing for fun
So we try our best to have some innocent fun
Expressing our adulthood
In the cries of the night

Some say it's the moon
Some say it's the moon
Some say it's an eclipse
At noon, we all sleep under the brainchild of God
Truant of the pernicious nature of the Sun
And innocuous nature of the moon

Many of us really do not
Like traveling for fun
So we try our best to have some innocent fun
Expressing our riches
In the cries of the night in the arms of a local stranger

Some say it's harmful wine
Some say it's trusted wine
Some say he's well endowed with the same perception
Call it similitude, we border on the art of crying souls
Flourishing their wands at the slightest presence

Many of us really do not all this magic
Try sleeping with your eyes open, and you'll find the beauty
Of closing your eyes to the blue moon that will soon turn
I do not hope to turn

The black lights
Of the night
In cream colored
Of black white
Monochrome
Of a lost life
The streetlights
Seem more morose
Than the lamps
Accompanying the front
Of cars and bikes
In the opposite lane
Keeping their lights
In the high line
The lowlands
remind me of the
The lopsided
looks
Of the passer-bys
Coming
To look at us
Lonely souls

My girl wanted
***** games
She got politics

My girl wanted songs
And politics
She got a guitarist from a band, instead

The times
I told
You
How I wanted to
Leave my home
For the better
Surroundings of the
Sound of
African horns
And drums
Harmony
Came with
The envisioning
Skins
Darkened
Under the sun
Played by the different
Men invisible
By the sun
War belonged to the Londoneers
Racism shone in their stones

Love is meant for me and you
Time won't wait for you
Tha's what I keep in my heart

My words
Your lips
Linger on mutually
So good our free boys are
I still wonder where the youngest kid is
Looking at you, pricelessly
God bless the child
God bless the children

The ruminations of a horse
Cry like a stallion
Ride like the wind, and run out into the wild

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"

In between a strait
I noticed a strange man's gait
With a pointed hat and robe 'round his waist
As he walked, he feared being alone
Till some days ago, he was followed
I never looked at that man, so forlorn

The rivers whispered
House gates fluttered
I hoped a stone had turned
There would be one or two unstirred
When my heart as heavy as wet sand
Would sink when I saw his glasses or cane
Till his last footprint on the silt told me
I'd never see him again

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

Feelings are sweet
Like tea and coffee
Often, the conversation is candid
But, thought of you thinking about me
Is really sweet
Is this fact, or acrimony
I love you as you do
As you like it
Is the thought of you interrupting my voracious reading
I find fiction fascinating when the thesis is real
Of lustrous lubrication of the primal instinct
That's why I think conversation flows
If you talk to people
And I'm among those people
In me, there's a crowd lurking beyond a social discomfort

He was blessed to be a survivor
He found his home
In the recesses of his mind
He had no home
He had no mother
He was self-taught

If only someone told him
What you think you become
He wouldn't be homeless

Repulsive words
Have been spoken
By men with broken
Hearts

Beautiful words
Have been spoken
By men with broken
Morals

I believe in
A tea
Party
For those
Who can't afford
The concept of having
Tea

Politics for the
Enriched soul
Enter the dragon
Through this water bowl
Stating your shapeless purpose
Without a hindrance to the surface

But change comes with disturbance
My friend
Be water
Be like water in a cup, for instance

Look at the time
It’s six and we are approaching
The starlight that heads up high

We are looking at you
It’s nine and we are sleeping like beautiful people
Dead and lifeless, we may be holier than queens too

Poets of the fainting time
Lend us your time
And revive you in the ambition of Popes

Fathers of the falling
Befallen by love, I hope you’re standing
At the abyss of my ruined childhood, burning my creativity

Playing the game if you stop talking, talking about it
Don’t explain, I hurt you myself
Help you up high in only lonesome vacations, that’s it

Father thanks for playing me like the queen of hearts

The set in the stuff of the moribund
The sand of the rise of the tides
These memories come out in strange shapes
Offering mirages in the vivid sun
Looks like your idea of the image is all that stays
It's derived from the dealing of thirst for different shapes
And question mark only comes when you reach a full stop to your journey
Did you die tentatively, or were you always desolate and alone?
Draped in your own shadows, billowing?
That's the curtain call.

I’ve spent my life
On searching for the end of the ocean
Only to find beacons lighting the way
Asking me to travel further
I do not know when to stop, but, I know
In that I lost hope and inkling of doubts surface
On the waters and crash with the sailing moon
As the horizon comes with the life on planet Earth
Survival of the fittest, doesn’t matter
We all come alive in the face of happiness
People do better when they are happy
And they are fitter and more productive
Falling in love
And finding calmness at the depth of the ocean
With resonant gems in the way, the jewel is lost in time
I wish I sold myself to slavery instead

Carolyn the running cockamie scheme artist
Solipsisms of many states of mind, amond the Carolina chicks creasing
Her hair with the railing house on two wheels, ******* out at the dream
Take my heart touch my word in the valleys
Come to me int the video of California and fornication of *****
Graphs of the blue freedom in freeform China girls and diamond underwear for Liberace
Love this race and rain down on my period of prison deeper
Deeper than the veins that had a voice and now drowned in the dregs of pulmonary drugs
Criminate and Fred astute as always, stepping into the dancing stage of starlight many states responded to the report
Meteors sighted in the iceberg, shooting stars cut out of the gradients of crashing sights anyone would see it
Deepening with many, strangle love strangling few surrealists staunch and gaunt
Like Picasso’s restrictive operatic art, singing the boxer
Rolling the ounces, counting the punches, taking it in his stares
Exercised in the truncheon things called trunks on this rhapsodic love
Cusp of time exonerated my thorny humor, I didn’t deserve a heartbeat that skipped like a stuck tapedeck
We got Japan on ice on record, drugged the secret service
Remanded the weapons of reclusive people perishing silently

The cries are on the lips of the rumble falling from the sky, thunderstorms delight

The passions and pursuits all bunched in one
Makes one happy
And fun

Hey, Bobbie
Why did you stop playing
Your harmonica

Cause you got the blues
And the music is the soul
Of a whole town
Looking for the truth

Hey, Dave
Why did stop getting Pink
Did you stop to think

Cause you got the blues
And the whole town
Went looking for the truth
And ended up with a broken guitar too