I know you smile for a brighter day
Send a smile to me
I'll be on my way
Under an umbrella I can brave the rain
I enter my apartment to a parrot that talks
A sailor docks his ship as I stare from the window
Above a cobblestone road swept by puddles
As the greyness empties
The skywalk regains daylight
In the station a conductor gallavants
Under the halo of a street lamp
Tending to company
You play your role
By tending to company too
Keeping them busy with stories
Tending to the cats at night
I have no regret in saying that your smile
Makes the lamplight fail in compare
How long must I wait in the rain

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

There is a rounder
Sun that settles
When the flowers are blooming
Sure that the earth is revolving
But, I will say the prudence
That makes your beauty
Is beyond love

Sometimes I will sit
Under the clouds
That shift and make shapes
Surreal and unreal
But, my heart will always
Know that it belongs to you
Under a rainbow, always

When the moon
Hides behind the purview
Of the darkest sky
The sun is waiting to come out
And the moon loves break through
My heart will know peace
Everyday if you are with me always

Sometimes I know
In the world
As long as
I can cope with your head
If you are in love with me
A struggle becomes a juggle
I giggle and cry when I am with you, always

You know I want the best for you
The mulled green on a verdigris sky
Full of stars and light
Because my love is true blue

I whale for swimming soles
I crowd around fish in the sea
Swimming with the birds on the levee
Being human or a monk at ease
A fly can fly and bees sting
Butter flies in the stomach
Or slides little like weird fish food

Twelve monkeys at twelve
I stopped counting the robot cranes
Flamingos with cross-eyed lives
Scared of the swimming souls with feet
That's why flamingos keep their feet up
In an animal farm for lazy pigs
Being fearful is not wrong, being unsuspecting is

I sweep flys of their feet
With the hand swiftly
Swatting it on repeat

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

I met you in a summer dream
I met you in a summer place
In tomorrow's face, taking your eyes
Took your eyes from my heart, taking my arm away
Still, I don't know what to do with your heart, so I set you free
Turning you into a century

If I broke my heart
You'd still
Slip through the cracks left

Take me out
There is a lot to see
If you feel alright

Know your neighbor
If he keeps guns
If the labor is down with disease

Promise your mother
You'll stay indoors
If the apocalyse comes knocking on your back door

Sent me to a town
Where the houses are close
And the hearts closer
One day an arson came
Set both on fire

The contours and curves
That shape the heart
And the rivers that overflow
Pass through those ridges

A thrum within me
Ebbs, flows, and repeats your name
Until one day
The thunder struck

I felt the scenery come alive
It was the sound of my voice
That called to me
From inside

The sea breeze touches my parted lips
My parched throat longs for water
My aching body hurls itself on the shore
The spinning shoreline suddenly darkens
As if the hounds of hell ascended
It's insensate, paralyzing screams penetrate the sky
Her eyes are the first green I see
They permeate my body
And she closes her arms
Around me, lifting me to the crying heavens
The fish will always swim beneath

I was angry
I never thought I'd write books
Before the phone call had come
That said his pellucid charm had gone
And her wishes had died within the heart of literature
I struggle with licensing
My editions need justice
Many a servant served tea
Livid, yes
Genial, no
I kept figuring out the antonyms
Until I realized I wrote a paradoxical ending
At least I got the name right
They told me my fair coy lady
Was Scarlet and her neverending gossip
Was famously spread in columns
Iconic poses and all, laid like the skirts
Genteel among the polo shirts
She was a beauty
I tell ya'
She was star-studded
She was stellar
She is everything that looks good in blue and green
Shells on the sea shoreline
Fail in her compare
I couldn't write the book
Because she was one I was chasing after
Not so sure it was literature
My first love, which kept me shy

When my heart screams
"Peace!"
I think it means "Please"

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

Food for thought
I have bled
I have the mood
To feed
I have need
In my eyes
They're standing right in front of me
They understand my reasons
It changes with a common conclusion
That humanity can be selfish
There are plenty of fish in the sea
In dread of the shark
There's riches beyond shallow sea level
That brings to level
My feelings of
Benevolent demeanour

It gives you appetite
And it keeps you in the mood
To give

You are so sweet
I battered my heart
Trying to mix it in your cup of tea

Whenever I read
On the road
This plays peacefully in the background

The hen laid out the egg
The egg laid out the law
For the structure of atonement

You're abstract
Like the wind
But, when you speak you poke
But, I can't touch you

The moles in the compound
Correspond to the number of
Particles, that counts as composition
The voles come out of the center
Digging tunnels for their escape
Particulars, that counts as composition
Of a couple of tied tenebrous lackeys in prison

I remember when
The rain was a daily occurrence
Windows would shut and bottles would float
On the empty streets in the wind
It was a sudden love that went scarce
Or the disappearance
Of my hometown
That I started to cry
I still miss the rain
That reminds me that tears can hide
This is your hometown too
Where I scurry in alleys and run near trains
The cars will pass me by
Like my childhood does
The trams and rickshaws will go on double time
The buses fare
Everywhere
It's not the same
If I'm not here
Without my friends
If you can understand
What it's like
To be away for years
Then I may be talking of your own town

Are the lights still beautiful
In New York city
Does Delhi still have its vegetable vendors
Does India have rooms for the lost and lonely
Or is the highway to Hell
Paved with the souls of many
Does Times Square still have the buskers
Or has music left the air with pollution
Do Frenchmen still have confidence
Or do they smoke cigarettes and drink coffee
All in stressed out in the colonnades of Paris
Do the regulars at the Louvre still come
To celebrate Van Gogh and Da Vinci
Or do they mourn the dead elderly in Italy
Is the burial of an ostrich
Or the hiding of a chameleon in plain sight
The inspiration we get from courageous
Mother nature
Or will hope see us through
The wrath of the almighty
Finally, we will not believe in archangels
Only destiny waits for the plenty
As the beach of heaven
Turns moss into emerald
Every time a life is saved
From the storm of life
The crimson cloud chooses
In the info-demic
No one can keep a secret
But, do you want to know a secret?

You can make a difference
But, why should the aged eagle stretch it's wings...

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

You might be the smartest
In the bunch
But you'll never be happy
With what you are

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.

Sweeping up your streets
Up to the sea, which run at the seams
Atleast, you listen to my pain
Listen to my past, billowing meandering black

A gust of wind brushes over the cold
My face as the sky hovers over my mold
Someday, when the earth wilts as flowers do
Flowers wilt on land as death looms

Huddled lovers in the smoky air filling
Many strangers in sight, sitting together
Where sullen earth finds nowhere to bloom
Falls ebbing into a stream of innocence

The more I sleep
The more I write
Apparently, the feeling still lingers
Though, I tried so hard not to suffer
The indignation of changing war
Have you got a taste of the announcements
I guess you just heard ringing through the hall
Though, I tried not to show it
It takes my mind off all of it, to denounce things
Though, I tried not to show it
It takes my lines off another poet
Although, I might claiming all these apologies
If your answer wasn't the real deal
Throws and hurdles are the same this year
Cannonballs are flying across the seas
But, my flight is on another charted journey
In this readied prize, I find my reason rhyming with yours
That's why I write lyrics
When I should be writing songs
When you read me
You probably, remember me by your favorite song

The spirit works in this dream
The sound doesn't come in your ears whenever you fall in love
And can't find your heart
Holy and lone, solitude is a rare and real bliss
The bed's too big without you, when I miss your art
I'm lost without you, I've found that in someone else's knowledge
Based this on fact, and fragments of the farther life
Farther than life, distant dream
Czar covering us by the comely cowards in colorful crowds
Knowing when everyone sleeps, because he kills them in their peaceful sleep
You're in my head too
I know you like the back of the left hand
Now you're out of my grip, I'm holding on to a fair hand
On the trapdoor calling for the sung blue, blue song for the black cannon

People
Half of them happy
half of them are sad
I am just trying to change

You stay in my arms
The sobbing stops when
I lift your poor-faced countenance
You're called a ***** girl, and sometimes a leitmotif
Indeed you have been a theme in my life
The guitar cries, and I can hear it weeping
Chains and things don't beat the feeling
Prudence isn't that you can lift up my spirits
Make me feel good in your assiduous inventive
Finding ways to make me cry
The friendship that breaks, you help me
Become broken again
Thanks for being there
When I can't contact my route manager

Have any luck
With the poems
Charming lines
And hooks

I turned to songwriting
Winding the time
Until I was left biting
My fingers have lost their touch

Scared of my courage
Fearful of my honesty
Without honesty
There is no bravery

I am no young fool now
Who wants to be truthful
If being alive is plough through
Or to do or die

Keep dreaming like
A little tree with a glisten
Keep dreaming like
A loser hoping to win

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

A bassist
And a guitarist
They compete over who can get drunk more
The guitarist wins
So, the bassist says
"How do we play tomorrow?"
He replies
"I beat you. I get to play. Not you."

We are similar beings
We dream of the future
And live in the past, asleep presently

A poet isn't supposed to be beautiful
He is someone who is at the right place
At the wrong time, and makes it right
With his words and mind.

It was a little country in the North
For the both of us
I still remember us children screaming
As we ran across the wheat fields
Feeling invincible

In this one spot, green grass once sprouted
Sand, now, runs instead
No more solitary sticks and stone of my childhood
The tailored sky once reminded me of what was life like

Now, that same fabric of memory circles in my mind, slowly
Like a stream evicted from dry land
Almost, similar to a friend recounting her pain
Knowing she would never see the place restored, again
The books that had Rumi, know only the loss of love

If I can respect you like I love ideas
I can conceptualize my defeat
And call it a concept that converses with inner passion
And pain is just a bough of cheap existence expensive as the taste of hashish
Perhaps we could certainly make do with merit and the Ides
Come to doorstep, march on my life and knock on door
Call me up fool from a brass phone booth, matrices
Trapped in the smoked police building we were unwary of the transient redness
Of her eyes brimming with such satisfaction, the many of the few features
All of my love in multitudes, my thoughts become a bit more than I can chew
Many for the few loveless ones

I know you are
In pain
But, I just want you
To notice me again
When you're going insane
If things take a turn
We can go for a spin
Jump off a cliff
And fall in love
Someday

I can write better
My pen keeps my nose
To the grindstone
Sadly, the con of being blunt

My turn to shine
I dim the mind
Through progressive time

Crystal eyebeams showered down
The mountaintops sailed and gleam
Above the clouds

The years passed like grains of sand
The ruin of ancient lands turned to dust
The streets of paradise are now past

I hold a bit of heaven in my palm of wildflowers
When I unclench my fist, the heavens just fade away
They shall run helter skelter, hither tither

Tied to a jet black cliff
A bird fashions on my scars
As my next ship passes

Tied under the Gates of Eden
The Gods have no place for us
Only where the vulture circles is a home

The proper introduction would be friendship
If you take steps towards a life
Then it turns into love
However, heartbreak isn't that uncommon
Neither is a friendship that proper
The wife you left in the praying hall
Semblance there is some reminiscence
Of prizes that you keep in her name
Priceless expulsion of the faces that only look at you doubt
If you'd shut up about it, then, you wouldn't let us into these problems

Loves lies in destruction
When we make love
We create love once more

I can take the bullets and the bombs
But, I can't recommend bombshells
Leaving like slugs

I fear
White ghosts
They haunt me like black people

In this day, a second is valuable
I hold some spring rain for an hour
Often many pages that rustle and flower
During a windy night, the Earth seems to fall still
Folding like a water lily in a lake and taking thee
As I follow the wilderness and doves of peace
In a day of expression and hope
I have my heart that mutinies
It wants to take you away from scrutiny
In another fleeting second
The petrichor in my heart attracts you
You love the dryness of my whisper
That cracks like a young bonfire in the middle of the night
In the windy night, on the cusp of passionate storms
Approaching tomorrow, to free our souls from regret and borrowed time
Finally, I have the courage to say, "My heart believes in coincidence too."

I hope the command
Doesn't wander
That I want you to get better
Is it in your head?