I felt her in my body
She knew my true side
That's why I knew what
I had to write
In my heart
Where she never looked
Before, that's when I became a mystery

Your words are so
Beautiful yet simple
I wonder how my heart understands
That better things will surely come my way
You are the fiction that looms in romance

The errors of your ways
Are well improved
When you work on it
We love our friends
Make them realize
Then, work some more

Poetry is a simple litany
It just requires a couple of words
That need ample explanation through literary verse
Why you need a stone to bring back the dead
And a rock to keep you steady
When your death is written in a cleaner slate

Lawyer knocks
On His wife's doors

The Glocks coming ringing
in the crowd

Some singers talk
Assiduous alliteration

I don't do drugs
The jukebox plays my tune
As the uncertain potheads steal my flute
The neurotic mother is still after my case
When will I get my own flower vase
My girl doesn't stay forever
My home is for the lonely wanderer
Who belongs nowhere
He just wants the money for the next day
The usurious politicians are killing me
The burning forests are dying
The government hasn't spoken
To stop me from speaking
They cut my commerce

The lantern follows
The sky, when will
It fly, light of the night

I approached her with words made of roses
Beautiful to the touch, but, pale and lonely
Without its bush
Probably the thorns make the roses livelier

For tea
Parties
The light
Of the lost
Lies in the waiting
For a fresh drink
Other than the namely
crowd
Bringing conversation
To its natural sound

Two birds were
Sitting in a bush
I hit them with one stone, and they turned out two more
In their heads

You look into yourself
It makes me so wild
That I can talk to you finally
You are so guilty
If I ask you stay
You wilt and die at my request
I exist to you
Miss

Some of us
Are born
Happy
Some of us
Are born
Unhappy
In death
I chose love over happiness
It was my mistake
That I didn't know
They aren't mutually exclusive
At least I died a thousand deaths
And lived a thousand lives
And sang a thousand songs
Maybe, even loved a thousand lovers
When it came to be shown
To the exit
A thousand questions came
To my mind
The answers to all my questions
Was love
So I asked the doorkeeper
What is the secret behind
Inner peace
He told me
There is no greater love
Than letting passion ****
You slowly
I understood
I was born happy
But, I was born to be loved
Therefore, I was destined to be unhappy
If I thought I was alone
A thousand deaths wasn't enough
I had died a lonely soul
And I still didn't understand
What he meant by passion
How can one feel passion
Without life
In my confusion
I shouted at him
I am already dead!
He replied
You need to look at yourself
Truly
And stop thinking with fear
Have you ever cried?
Have you ever loved with your spirit?
Have you ever loved yourself?
In the end
It is the love we have received
That we can give
Otherwise men are destined to be cruel
And subjects of cruelty
If you think you can
Have a legacy
Without a sensible idea of peace
No one will understand you
No one will want to
That is your destiny
Which you believe will save you
From a pitiful conclusion
One without peace
Will know violence is like fear
It tears your soul
And affects others
Even when you are busy
Using your head
Then I finally said
Am I ready?
He asked
Ready for what?
I sort of asked in an impatient voice
To die a man without love?
He crossed his eyebrows
Curled his fingers
Considering my incongruous statement
And ruminated
I asked him, incredulous
What do you think you are doing, being silent?
He immersed himself in the cosmic ocean
I jumped to save him
And found salvation in rescuing his soul
From the clutches of rivers
The pernicious verses of Hell's gates
Under the porous cover of the night
He had deceived me
By telling me he knew all about death
At least, I found that I truly knew love
Peace never came
As a leopard never finds satisfaction
Chasing prey that runs away easily
Is the joy of living
And the struggle of resolution
A resilient person
Will know the difference
Between a hundred revisions
And a million doubts
A wise man knows when to stop
Sounding foolish is not bad at all
I noticed that the doorway of paradise
Opened in my mind's eye
And the gates were inscribed
"Where do we go to die?
Where do we go when we die?
Are sometimes the same question
If Hell is the answer."

Sarcastic waves
Flow
From the hands' rings
Four dungeons
Of heaven
How do the hells
Call out
From below
WOw
Well
She stair through
Winding routes
of the dungeons
Shelf broke from the hinges

She breaks the kitchen!
With a language
I cannot yield in her stitchin'
The Voodoo doll
Pinning it to his need

Why don't you hear when
I talk
When I scream, we don't see eye to eye.

You're a builder
Here I am a stone
Add your bricks, to my destitute lady

Young trees herald
The ground above which they stand
Flowers lay strewn about
Soon the leaves will turn brown golden
As our love becomes barren and old

April is the dullest month, in the crowded soil
And the frowning sky, emptiness resides
In May, June, and July; as rainy time walks by

Life has purpose
Life has a beginning
Life has an end

Death is where everything begins
When you seek your death
You have served your purpose

Sickness is where everything
Dies and life begins
Every beginning must have an end that we can see

That's how I grew sick of living
That's how I grew closer to madness
That's how I escaped my life of blindness, by ending it

As the dawn lights up the room
Through dark curtains
A solitary ray peaks through
Afraid to disturb the silence

The morning is restless
Without her embrace and presence
The first sound I hear is the bird sing
Her sweet gestures still rankle this broken heart

She often brought me happiness
In my life void of affection and beauty
Her words calmed
The river of traumas

I share these songs with her
Now those memories bring me solace
When her eyes listened, lips smiled
As I pick up the broken pieces

If recluse was right for my love and trust
Better friendship, would lack no such tryst for us
Your footsteps pass my love's long day, often
Haunting the sin in me to ablution
Hallways and havens of lust we waste
Straddling the columns known by the wholly chaste
Of the college and courtyard, today
With the libraries sleeping away
On the venomous and jealous day

Writers and students
Sitting in bunches,
Like roses gathered
The thorns touched in bloom
Distant from the doom
Dust to dust
Between us
No more tomorrow, halcyon or sorrow
Ashes to ashes
Such prejudice shall never pass today

Today, today
It lurks in the hardships damaged now
Of working class martyrs dying for freedom
Today, today
And countless clusters of sweat and tempers
Each holding their spectacle for a lousy cigarette
Today
The pipes will turn cold
The streets will be filled
Everyone will be wearing the same skin
But, so loved for wearing it

That is how I feel for you, amidst the dissent,
I got sick waiting for the day.

Did you write the end of
The story
I am pretty sure, it won't ******* write itself

Thin romance
Lost in your dreams

                                                         ­       Sips from the murmur
                                                          ­      Age like these daydreams

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

Sharing loneliness
With someone
Specially silent
Amidst the crossing
Of Tokyo
Still you seem missing

I am a snowflake
I like cupping her beast
Like my spoon holds a cornflake

The midnight meets my memoirs
Passages of fire and ice lay strewn on the bed
Lassitude and lethargy turn to stupor
I wonder if the world will be the same
Tomorrow and tomorrow
I grow into a poor version of myself
Like a book re-read only without interest
Promises are kept and the people live half lives
Death is the only completion
That the vault of the sky offers
Even with its pale sunlight
When love was in my life
I never questioned persons
Often their intentions were true
Nothing is truer than the tacit understanding
Between us
Lost on a sea
But still the sea still takes
My sails away from the eye of hurricane
I might reach the catechism that is the horizon

Wait for your turn
They say, in turns
The murmurs turn into a shout
Twisting in the place of every kid
What he ever did
Was one with his mind full of sapling
All of them soaking up the sun
Everything looks just right, what did he ever look past
Wait for your turn
They say, try to say something
Anything that twists and turns can speak softly
So, that's what the warden had daydreamed for us
Dungeons and dragons

Bard of yesterday
Sing with the voice
Given by God
"You can't sing!"

It's actually pretty intense
You aren't watching the sun
You are looking at the world
Spin and unwhirl
Hurling itself to coalesce
With the night breeze
Squaring itself on the hot shore

The day ending at the sultry note
Of different beginnings
Each dawn
Day into dusk
Evening into night
The cycles move by blue beachfronts

Every sunset

Waltzing Matilda hangs out in a getaway car
Running from all her lovers
Following the dreamers

Modernized
Inclined
Spontaneous
Sorry

Sections of books
The rustling of papers
Sections of society still flip through reality

To appreciate
A thing of beauty
It must be imperfect

Some girls tie their hair
Others let it float over their shoulder
I love them all just the same
But, when you open yours
I fall in love again
The hours and hours spin, spin around

Give me your everything
When you love me
I know that smile is brighter than the sun
But, we're so far
That I haven't seen the light in a long time
You're all I've got in the endless dark

Take yourself seriously
If you have a grip over yourself
You won't' be lonely
When you hold yourself together
This feeling is too good to be true
You empty in the kitchen
Stuck in the fridge
Holding out the chunk of crippling debts in the fever of silent radiance

On some days
When I'm feeling fine
And the sun peers through the angelic clouds
And I'll catch myself staring
A second longer, at the skies
Really soaking in that fleeting moment
To remind myself that I'm well
But not cured
I'd hit rock bottom almost decade back
Falling to the depths
Closer to madness
Some of those days, I can't remember
Whoever finds this poignant
Trust me
When I say, I find no joy
In telling you that I had no roof over my head
But I want you to avoid
The mistakes I made
Along the way
I'd sleep on some park benches
From time to time
Praying for rain to come
And wash the night off its sweat
I too was tired
Everyday when it was dinner time
From sixteen to twenty seven
It's been a long way
But somehow the change took place
I started working
Had a life of my own
Money of my own
And the future became a bit clearer
My heart a bit kinder
To a clean mind
I never could tell when it all started
To think I didn't get a head start at life
Even fewer get a blank slate
A chance to repair and make amends
Too often
I've held onto regret
To those who I damaged
I carry the weight still
And I hurt myself even now
Bleeding their blood
In a war with myself

You can steal someone's
Trust and love
You can never steal their words
That caresses the condensation on windows
You may not like what I look like
Tall and black
You cannot change me however
So, get busy painting me any colour you like
During our one sided conversation

When I’m in a crowd
I’m allowed to bring beer
Along with me

Beer makes food
Taste better
But I love beer anyway

Watch as the wind blows
Keeping the weather
Making the starting of conversation
And the flow change
Little by little
The flowers
Bloom
In the time of life

There's never a dull moment
When the fires of Hell are alight
The children of God peer at us and lament
Ignorant of the drivel of souls in Styx
Pluto oversees with apathy
Breathing draconian air, that is no escape
We are on the cusp of death even when we are alive
Our sadness is sweet
Like Orpheus to Eurydice
Like Patroclus to Achilles
And Hades receives peace from seething fiery torment
No pain receded, yet there is no dull moment
When Cereberus breathes
As the slaves lay and cower at some kingly darkness
Sinister as the unseen force shattering the hearts of Greeks at Troy
Euphrosyne shall no longer dance for joy
That beauty poisoned by viper and ****** to tragedy
The warrior, Ares-like, who seeks salvation
****** to revenge
Orpheus plays his Aeolian harp to soothe his lover
His hair donned by halo
Achilles seeks eternal glory
Unrelenting to dozens who lay at his feet

When I was young
The days were cold
All of the streets slept
When the sun was in

I kept working on ships
As a child, you can't buy a miracle
All of my dreams
Have set out to sea

If I was too warm
I would lend my coat
To my supercilious supervisor
Who had now grown soft and conciliatory

I slept on vacant park benches
In second hand tailoring on the weekends
When I was young
I would ride empty buses

How do we ride on the bus
I am older now
But I still don't know how
To talk to people to my advantage

The old lady cackles
The man in shackles
All look for hope
Left to dry out in the sun
Like rattlesnakes crisping
In the summer sheen
In the same vein
The rattlesnakes prey on ostriches
Ostriches bury their head in the sand
The sun burns the old man
The old lady stops cackling
As she chokes on a mudcrab

The redness of the sky
Is like the child in you
That's where I am
I hope you come searching
When I feed off your moonlight
I am the stars twinkling in this foreign land
To be seen by the naked eye
Used to the eternal breeze of vacuum
I live in your shadow and I've embraced it
By learning to light the candle without any oxygen
Like a candle in space that cannot feel the wind
I learn to course this vast river of inherent darkness without color
With my head in the empty sky, untouched by penultimate space

Love's is a couraged
Existence
Senseless
In the distance
To go get her
For her hand
It's rather aged
Love story
Turning at the plot lines
Breaking barriers
For twists and turns
Setting boundaries
For intimacy
In a tryst with destiny

My bloated sense of ego
Bursts at the seams
Of what I call logic ergo

It is an idiot's call at night
That tells me that I will sleep
She hasn't got much brains
Neither much of a body

But, I bet she looks good
Under the star light
She's a genius when it comes to
Making me fall in love with her beauty

Because everything she does to say she cares
Makes me wanna kick myself into the ******* road

There is a storm inside of men
An unrelenting fire that breaks chains
That wants to break free as well turn into blazing wildfire
A moon that wanes and descends into grottoes of outlandish man-made landscape
Until it is drained of iridescent color much like the conversation we once had in the colonnade
That wished to stray from affairs of blue Earth, never to meet the lonely blue-eyed spirits who once abandoned us
Soulless down on the shore of desolation among thousands of pebbles
And despair wears a face and walks among people or sits in streets, deformed just the same and stumbles
But it can't meet those promising eyes of the land, it has no self confidence or reputation to match the many illustrious folk in the city
There is a cloud that covers and the town burns at night
The sun burns too, at purple dusk amidst the oak trees which were golden at noon
That lonesome branch wishes to hide Apollo's gilded chest under its canopy keeping the warm to itself
For it knows there's much more to freedom than letting in the sunshine for a distant tulip
There's more than what meets eye of the people who have been born ignorant
Because the truth is unable to set them free no matter how much it tries to

Is time
That kept you
From living
Still time?

Let's not lie to each other
For a better way to speak to one another
Let's not hide our heart's malcontent with flowers
And cover their thorns with warm words

If we cannot live our lives happily
May the hope for a better future rest with our pessimistic souls
In the form of friendly embraces and felicitations
Meant for people who were once strangers to our kindness

Let's clear the bleak air
Over our shrouded faces
Lest no one can communicate with us
On this two-way street called love

Which is now a one-way street for me
I don't know about you
But, at least I am here

In the shade of apple trees
Lived a hermit of the east
Under starlight and beaten breeze
Flights of flowers lay underneath