Why are your eyes full of
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When your heart is as cold as
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Moonlight on the water
Sun on the fish
The shadow is on the mountain
We will never come together
Until the break of day
When the moon lingers in the sky
Way past its time

Steel vaults
Steelier eyes
Protect you financial faults

The beauty of a journey
Is marked by
How far it keeps bad memories
Not by how far you travel

Woven into a blessing
The servant stitches the cotton
Picked by a child

The moon often visited
Our house
Looking at it from a distant window
Some nights would pass
As we would stare at the lit-up stores
Under streets of rain and fire
On the fire they would cook
Under the rain, they would drink cups of tea
As the rain would turn into heavier downpour
The cars would never come to a halt
On the fire the blood and sweat would become apparent
To bystanders
Not us who were busy wondering where the moon would be
The tea held by cupped hands would merge with the petrichor
As the days passed into absence of rain
I would wait and wait for the people to drink their chai
Under the comfort of my roof, I would wait
Wondering the homeless men who would return to nowhere
The petrichor absent for a long time
That was the season of love
I haven't felt that in a long time
Now the smell, too, has disappeared
The moon still visits
But, the wait no longer helps

Eyes closed
Open minds
I'm education
Of the inured mind

I stay strong
Longing
For youthful expression

The poets for the howling poets
Poems for everybody
Making his natural act

They think they are in heaven
But they are the lonely ones
They think they love the man
Equally, but, they are the lovely ones
They think they love the woman
Equally, but they are the passionate ones
They think my heart and soul, can break my spirit
TOuch me now, and leave me in peace
Touch me now, and breath my hair
I have little fingers, to caress your bald head
Touch me, and I want your breathing eyes
Touch me, and I live with your past
Touch me, and I live with you
TOuch me, and I live with your lonely woman
Touch me, I live with my mother, with her father and sister
Touch me, I live in the house to cook and have germane
TOuch me, I live within the sinners who look for souls
TOuch me, o me o my captain, my harbored old soul
Touched upon the brightest emotions, and left on the darkest tides
We make our own stories, and cannot find it in others
That's why you shouldn't like it, you think the girl I am the one, that's why you shouldn't wonder about it.
Your soul is so lost
It has so much to lose
I will write you a bedtime stories
I will write you a beautiful sermon, to save your soul with the demon in our heads
I will write you a beautiful feeling, to save your soul with the angels in our breath and the humans in our soul
I wish for your happiness
I want your happiness
I wish you could take my soul on another place, and feel better.
I wish you could stop fighting the power, and nations of millions
I wish you could stop fighting poverty if you can't eat.
If I want you to make my bed, I want you to take my sleep.
If you want the love of someone, the morning has come

Heralded indeed
Was this breathless feeling
Of breezing and the teasing feet
Splashed against the cerulean waters
Washing away the moss green
Maybe the earth could be a mimosa
But, that's just forgetful of me
Depends on how you look at what you're seeing
Watching the frenetic play on words gets my mind reeling
So, keep writing poetry even it has sesquipedalious happiness

I got lost at the starlight
Wandering through the stars and the preaching crowd
Lost in the light

Hello poetry
Make the cut
In a world lost in time

I keep my
Clothes
Where wear
And tear
Can't
Get to them
The pair of
Shirts
Remind Me
Of her
Morning
And the Night
Without compare
A pair of sunglasses
Each tinted end on end
Shirts go great
With women's shoes

The soldiers run through battlefields
Cutting through fields of gold
Searching for flesh and bone
In this instance, ripped apart by pieces of lifestyle
The fighter's life is justified by his style of combat
The sounds of the battlecry render
The enemies motionless

It makes life easier
If you walk on the wild side
Suburban subterranean, talking about him and his mild smile
Smile, if your is aching, or you crave the doubts company, and the answering machine

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

If what you love
Can't **** you
You haven't found a reason to live

My heart is yours to keep
It wanders with you
Even when you get a cup of coffee
And is captured in an intimate moment

My heart is yours to keep
While it is hard to fill this dark void
It is where it ought to be
With you, under lock and key

If you can't trace it
It lies in your wildest desires
Found in discarded dreams
My heart lies with you

You can cut it with a knife
Or dress it up with your cherished memories
Maybe even call it
"Pretty"

You know?
I'm hurt and lost
But without you, babe
I don't know pain

The pain of being kicked in the gut
Repeatedly
Yet still wanting the violence
Don't you want it too?

You and I - are we meant to be?
Maybe. Maybe not.
In some hopeless way, I've fallen in love
And your beauty strikes me cold

Lush forests lurk within those eyes
Finding some semblance of hope
Some sunshine emanating for a tiny moment
In that second, my heart is yours

To do with it
What you will eventually do
Whether you water the plant or not
It will grow

Hello, anxiety
There is a feeling of being left
In the shade
Pretending the ***** can tweet
And the birds can chirp every time
I clearly see the fear stay in my life
When it rains
The bruises that stick to me
Stones on the window and door
The chord that you struck
Broke like a thunderstruck town
Knowing other things about your presence
In my time of remembrance
I believe you are the essence
And society's listening

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.

A sewing machine
Left with the beauty
Of the maiden seam mistress, not sure she should be my nurse

If lovers turned to starry skies for love
If strangers looked for rivers of gold near a sensual romantic harbor just for coincidence
I'd rather go fish

Well I am severely breathless
I need to hang on tight
A poisonous headache
A strange disguise on the roadside
I have been waiting a long time
To honor your memories and taste
That's all I can do
When the chaos settles
And neurosis goes
My breath steals a heartbeat
As I skip one when you kiss me
With a jealous eye and venom
If I protest vehemently
Your thinking isn't straight when you kiss me
Giving me a pernicious disease
Called love and theft
So, deftly the envy is hidden
You seem innocent and at ease in your compliments
I wish I could lay in your ladylike arms
Such ardor comes with some suicide
I have a fleeting armor that weakens
As you wizen and shrivel with each day
The days get worldlier and the flowers wither
Maybe, bouquets aren't meant for you
Or the taste of your embrace
Is now jealous of my youth and fire
If I was any younger the days would be silent
Be quite my love
And you can hear the seconds whizz by
As you pass the dawn letting me drown
In the last skies of dazzling nights
Some men look for clarity
Some look for simplicity
I am just hanging on
With no oxygen in my throat
All I hear is the water in my lungs
The picking at my bones
As my bones rattle out of curiosity
Yearning for your flesh

The red flowers swell and sway in the scenic pastures
Birds splay their wings, abseiling in the cold, hard wind
The stars remain studded in the sky
Flooding the streets with the endless light of a million

In the last vestiges of time, my passion burns bright
I'm engulfed by the fissures of your playful mind
Where the books of poems lie still in undisturbed waters
As I write tonight, my love burns crimson and sapphire

Yet, in the face of insurmountable odds, it never dims nor dies
It's a flame that counteracts winds, borrows from the sleepless night
Comes alive in a motionless street that lies awake in the cold breeze
As a pear-shaped moon shudders in the dark, peering through vacant trees

The clouds crescendo and fall under the spell of the starry spiral
That captures me with every passing moment, resounding with my breath
Gently ushering in the dormant silhouettes as they wait for the crack of dawn
To carve themselves a space in the streets that stretch for miles and miles

Soon when Earth meets with the moon on the skyline
Our bodies will make a pact and my love will live on
In unfettered dreams and primal thoughts raw with love
Thriving with the countless stars that shine upon you that night


These lamplit streets, filled with cars, will sing the song of the night for you
Finding their way to your heart through the dark
Much like countless streams meeting the ocean of unfulfilled dreams
Twisting and turning, contorted and confined to their paths

In my inescapable sorrow, I'll hold onto your locket of memories
With ****** hands and sweat pouring, I'll protect it with all my might
Yet, its key fell somewhere in the cracks along the way
I still hear the clock ticking away in the corner of my soul

Even on the most beautiful of nights
When my heart traces its way back to you
Now I can no longer watch you grow
So I write tonight, burning with intense nostalgia

I'll be gentle with my words
Fetching those long-gone memories
Speaking to myself in a lullaby that nurses this soul from the cold, harsh truth
That you'll never be mine and are no longer with me

Yet when the distance between earth and sky close
We'd have gone our separate ways
Completely changed through the sands of time
Strangers to one another in this life

Where lamps breathe their electric fire
On this moonlit highway, I hope our paths collide
The conquerors of the sky hover above silent streets
Hopelessly tortured by their dreams

I think of you often in the solitary moments
Even on the darkest nights when the starlight has lost the way to earth
When my heart is broken and shattered by this helpless love
Yet I feel alive every time our paths merge for a brief moment

Your tresses fell in cusps, red lips pressed with mine
Hands holding me tight, eyes filled with desire
You held me in a glance and transfixed me with your gaze
Shattering my defences and soothing my nerves

As I nervously surrendered myself
To concupiscence that enveloped my very being
There are very few who have walked through this door
Now this is a feeling I can no longer ignore

God in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Make your blessing
By surname
When I'm married
To an old flame

Lights out at 7:09
At the right time
I come to you in many rhymes
Depends on how you look at your wine
As it's aged into
Skip into morning 7:09
The repose of yesterday's intoxication
Is in the form of a knife
And within those 12 hours, my doors were latched tight
My covers weren't warm, they were alright
The shoved cloth, that arrested the hands that were already tied
I died of medical causes, or maybe, I became blind
I'm haunted by the very thing that helps me sleep at night

A tower
Rings a bell
Must be a guitar

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

Head on heart
Tail between his legs
Head over heels
Foot in mouth
I hope he comes back again

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

The cold hard floor
Is where all of us start
With no way up
We are lying in the dumps after all

Those of us who do manage
We get up, walk on
Brush the dust of our sleeves
Nursing our grazed hands, like a big cat licks it's wounds

Those who face life for the first time
Struggle to walk and stumble
Their feet go numb with every step
Because their legs, till now, were unused

Those who become used to the bottom
Take off their clothes and become naked
Again and again, showing an immaculate frame
Full of cuts and bruises because they are in love
With themselves

Pleasure and pain
Are two sides of the same coin
One needs the other
To bring you wealth and happiness
Yet, when you are nearby
I feel neither
Just a longing
Hurting me
Like sticks entangled
In a thick forest
Unable to get out
Of the darkness
It is your smile
That all the pain seems
Worth that small pleasure
Of life

If you say cheap things
You get priceless expressions

If you do nice things
You stop this cycle of hate

Everything comes at a price
Love takes endless sacrifice
Hate's easier to give in to
That's why forgiveness is short-lived too

And some of us live on borrowed time and money
While others find love in the poorest of broken places

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

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

When we travel
We leave our troubles behind
And our anticipation on our mind, and elation up ahead

When you fall asleep you leave
Me in bed like a ******

But, you waking up always drags out that champion
Hey, your thoughts might like the breeze
But, trust my gut?
If you read me you might never leave me
I have my head about, in this land of dreams
Why do you have to make it here?
When, do you have to make it here?
What, is a question of substance, but, not now
Just let your passions follow you cinderella

Breaking the day
Comes the wake
Darling if you may
I tried to take
My time from your despair
"Morning"

Are you saying you
Can be my love
My true love, too

When a boy loves you
He tells you his favorite songs
When a boy loves you
He tells you his darkest secrets
When a boy loves you
He sings in a voice that soothes that emptiness
When a boy loves you
He will want to dance with you
To forget about the fights
When a boy loves you
He'll be afraid of grabbing your waist, but, still, kiss you
Before prom's over.

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

Speeches of the forgiven
How can you blame a man for corruption
And being afflicted by greed
Afrodisia and perdition hasn't changed
Deep in the stick like that, and stepped out the crack
Dropping your roads and your norms and stands

The smell of coffee in the rain and cluster of stars
With a sip of the morning, some sun is visible
As I read the news
I say I love you

The afternoon is identical, I know I want you
With the undulating sunlight
Sitting on the roofs of distant huts and the saddest Gods cry

I know the night is different, those spirits lift me up
When the sun is gone and my demons come alive
I think upon a star, when I need something

I wish for you in vain and think of you just the same

Cupid's arrow doesn't miss
Nobody sees, the naked lady woven
In the kiss, of jealousy and envy
Unable to make out the two, but, arrows
Make the difference, and silence the soul
There are only love and unchanging affection, steadfast

Cupid come down from your throne
Look at the weapons you've left weeping
Crying gentle tears, and ten-year-old boy fortified by the challenge
Mortified by the lack of reckoners, apple's lying cut in two
Waiting for the plastic love to cover the ****** up

If I'm a fit guy
Down with fever
And my metabolism is eating my lungs
I'm smoking and drinking
Puking until I'm left with severed tongue
Cutting does do it
The smoking
And cauterized wound

The cutting doesn't cut it
I'm relying on a cheap pair sneakers
Expensive champagne and reeking of sweaty stench
******* and syringes of powder

The painless and suicidal people
In the profession of slavery
Fooling around with bouts of bravery
Ignoring a true saint from the past

I live for a dream
A piece of cake it seems
Making up stuff in your head
Letting your thoughts
Do it yourself it is worth the night
Dreaming can't be bought
Dreams can't be sold
But, you can sell hope
To the Pope's followers
I'm sold to lucid dreams of work
My dreams come in green and gold
I guess making money has become the way of the world
Success is all the rotten eggs out of your basket
That's why they lay broken in a green and gold mould

Mould those hopes you have
Into dreams, you can save