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."

When you're born
They expect you to be ready
When you can't even function
They expect you to sleep
Keep you dreaming religion
Same goes for instagram
They sell you clothes
But, strip you naked with their snake eyes
Like a snake sheds it's skin
If they tell you go to school and keep calm
Carry your bag and just follow me
I'll teach you isolation you find in childhood
If you are afraid of the dark
I'll show you how to make money in adulthood
You'll never fear your shadow if you're free
If you are afraid of the burning trees
I'll make a fair statement often
Why don't we think
Instead of remembering our history from books
The world can end this century
With 15 minutes of fame on TV
When you surfeited the breeze
They told you that it did well not go outside
Until, you were a mother
Didn't playing with us butterflies make sense back then
Are we doing drugs to feel sorry, to remember you
For ourselves there is only April
And what has left us
Or what went wrong every passing hour
When the trees used to be dark and steep
Had veritable power
Now, I'm afraid of heights
I'll never be ready for your love
Because the world was round
I knew I was meant to leave you
As sure I was ready to meet thee
Love is free
Freedom is free too
I can take back both, as I forget about you
I can show you where the wind howls in the hallucinations of Arkansas

If we couldn't put the deepest words
To song and music
We would never know
What the dance of the heart feels like
Thus, our tragic lives would have love
Yet, in these thoughts people would
Despise one another
If you haven't heard
The dance of the heart tip-toes in a dark hall
Unheard by friends, only you can find it in the recess of the soul
If your pain is a silent anguish, you'll hear the little fire crackle
Showing you the light in a dark cave

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

Some people may wonder the labor
That goes into being in love
Falling out of it
And in a strange way
Is like a mortal coil
That strangles me to a sudden death

I have myself, and my own poison

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

When sadness lies in despair
There is so difference
Between weeping and depression
You are just smothered
By the wait
Waiting
Forlorn by the people that you stand up to
They respect and despise your guts
There's no telling when you'll come home from the other woman
Who refuses to let you go
Now the relation's toxic
Are you planning for a settled childhood
Summoned at will
Or a life among adults who do not know how to wait
For the right person in the life
The only thing that changes the people in your life
Are the ones you make justifications for
Too bad, that you've made the right choice
And you'll live with compromise
It's like a snake in the eagle's shadow
When it lets go
It dies

The waves
Of the water
Fall
Upon the shore
Like
Mind
And Body
Soul
The basic breadth
Of a leniency of
That hides behind the lens
Of a core
Of this mapped out universe
Come out like
White lunar lines
At night
The Moon needs
a kiss of transparency
Diaphanous Dip
In the ocean depths

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

Clocks slay time
As William Faulkner says
Too bad you still aren't alive

Too shy to ask
Is there a way to erase
Your confusion without looking into the past
Dying on the road never went by so fast

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

The crowd was silent
And there was no preaching
There was only murmur and prayer

I write poems for people
Dreaming of Spain
But, my heart's here

A tired memory
I realised I can't let go off

She said I had flair
I stared at her hair
In those street lamps
That signalled my distress
As a stranger in green rivers
I had witnessed someone so blue
Who was willing to turn herself into
Blue in green
By jumping over the moon
That's when I met her in school
She took paint in second grade
I loved in an instant
It was the fire so pure
She watered her colors
I saw gold in her palette
Never had I seen such beauty in flesh
She had painted a portrait
However, I wanted a sketch just the same
She layered the colourless paper with her mind
It looked a lot like me when I saw her
In the water

I wait for his immediate return
He sleeps all the time
I crash into his ****** mystery

Right words
Right heart
A broken hearing

There was a heart
That needed aid
Kings love the queens, the sad end for him
He died with a frowning crown

Enigmatic people come and go
Some lost in their secrets
And some reveling in the World's secrets

We are actually in third dimension
Finding out fourth dimension physics
With second-dimensional progress, linear progress

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

The ***** on the
Train going to
The vast city of LA
The poor kid selling a baseball
Tickets for the next train station
My lower lip is being ****** on
By my upper lip
Whilst engaging a reaction
I look at my life in nervousness
I had been with ****** as a kid
All my life
My entire lifetime drowning in sorrows
Of every coming tomorrow
My time in the train was vapid

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

You touch me
I don’t respond
I have fallen out of the idea of love
Please don’t touch me anyway
Just don’t forget about us

Like rainbow meant for us
I sit still when see those

I am colorful now

You are the reason
I tie myself to the past
And never make it past today

Letting you go was the hardest thing to do
So I found my solace on a lonely bench
Under the trees, softly rippling waters sleep
The flowers are alive usually

In this storm, they're looking for the sun
That once promised to rid them of the pain
There's rain in this part of town - I'm drenched
A cold breeze rushes through my shirt

I can feel my shirt flap against me like sails
It's cold outside
I shiver a bit in the hellish wind, frigid and pale
White flowers turn grey

Pools of black water at their feet
There's no will to live or be heard
When I see the leaves flutter
The boughs break

The sky cries
The sun is out of sight
Thunder grumbles, waking the scenery
Animals scurry back to their homes

And this place welcomes me
I've etched you in a long forgotten memory
Stretched it at times
Till it finally tore at the seams

Twisted at the seams
Are frills of her gowns
Keeping apart the reams
And papers that are seemingly pronounced
Are the times that are shifting
With each installation of a new
program
But somehow
I cannot have a woman
Who takes to equality
Like the change in ideals
Closer to the heels
Of drinkers
And bellied-bikers
Seemingly hooked to the
Vapid *****
Of the bar scene
Usually, I find myself
Talking to strangers
Irrespective
Of their faces
I take their number
Not judging the *** off ways
Realizing oft'
The womanhood
In the sultriness
Of the womanly

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

What would you
Do
If I didn’t remember your careless whisper
Saying I care for you
I’ll make you mine
It’s a want of similar things
But, the dream is too big to even begin
Let’s stop being silent and criminal
Create a carefully written letter to date
The music that came along the tapedeck

I am mourning
That happiness was temporary and specious

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

I am a man
I want the world
I am a man
I want the riches
I am a man, after all

I want the knowledge of Earth
Without the riches of a world, I am without women
I want the knowledge of habitat and enrichment

But, I'm poor because of my intellect that has no goddess
For that, I need a woman

The eye in the sky
Hears all your jokes
Except when you sigh

Two kinds of people exist
Those who are lost in their dreams
And those whose aspirations keep them alive
For another day and another day
At midnight
Some find solace
Some find ambition - an inner spark if you will
Both are running towards the same destination
While I've known people who would read and read
Through the thick of a warm lamp on their desk
Till their eyes couldn't pore over pages no more
There are some who wouldn't sleep anymore
Because they'd slept through daybreak
They'd fallen on dark times - sleep had lost its meaning
Yet these two kinds of people often
Are just the same
Like two sides of a scuffed out coin
That has been tossed one time too many
Coalescing with one another
Till you can't make out which is which
And who is who
In the memory of you

Tiger burning bright
In the forests of the night
The years of immortality
Didn't help our mentality
But, we looked for hunger in the unforgiving
Like jungles, we were populated by the very things we could bite
As we unleash wilderness on each other
We follow the other end of the circle of life

No wonder I couldn't cry
My fears
Kept away the weight
Of my peers
And I would cry in anger
And have blind resentment

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

I don't what's growing
Faster
The green
Or the virtual reality
Of currency

Love broke apart
My hope
Against hate
And love and hate parted ways
Where a symbol of hope
Symbolized the crossroads
Of the tresses of the birch trees
Hope was an instance of jamais vu
'Cause you came across it too
And I found some metal
In my nerve
It was shrapnel
Of the war-torn soul
And the poison
Of someone's else war pride
And hope was symbol of peculiar
Coincidence
Incidentally
Hope came running
Because hope came to watch
Where I was turning

I will tell myself, in mutters
My prayers matter
Soon, my higher power shall sail away into a sawdust motel
Like a message in a bottle

This world is made of winners and losers
I have told myself I can't win
Yet, I always win because without winners
There are unrequited lovers

I tell myself that the leaves will stay on trees
When it is Autumn, I am proven wrong about my chances
I am an unrequited lover
I search for love in sawdust motels

With a different kind of color
Her roses are a blur in the road to heaven
In the desert, she is my water
When I'm stuck in the middle of the Seine
Often wondering where the sky goes
When we are looking at the moon
And time flies with places to move to
I can always count on you
To accept my roses, hopelessly
In love with your hands
As well your lips which sign some sort of
Affection for my roses
Such are the rosy cheeks, that my bouquet
Seems futile indeed

An atheist and believer
Both go to a bar
Come back home, and believe in God

If a swallow
Spends long enough in a cage
It learns to warble
Rather than forage

When it's wings swish-and-flick
The air vibrates
Giving it the flight
It truly deserves

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

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

When I write on pages
Meant for me
It is with today's ink
And tomorrow's pity
That I write about yesterday
It is just a collection of days now
Called Dear Diary
Because the walls have ears
At least after many tomorrows, they will
I jot pithy sayings in an effort
Less is more and more or less, the bedrock is made
For thought cannot be excavated
Reasoning cannot be forced
Only what is excavated is forced out
Within the same ground of memory
I keep my personal belongings
"I must not forget my suitcase."
It has my diary, the walls shall never tear

I walked into a field
Full of dragonflies
The trees seemed to stand with purpose
As well as drooping in the heat

It was time, when the pleasant skies were grey
As the sounds of the wind mingled
With the noiseless wings of a thousand airplanes
Flying without care or a destination

When I looked into my memories
I was reminded of how small the sphere of life was
Then, I reminisced those leaves in the haze
Of a thousand dragonflies fluttering in the breeze

Life seemed worth living again
With my dog right by my knees
The rain now pours outside
It is a pity I cannot be with those angels.

The knots of her
Mind lay undone
Like a ball of wool
Waiting to be spun

Why people never
Understand flawed people
Is something that lingers
They have the most beautiful laugh
And the shortest smile
If you blink, you will miss that half
You need to solve the mystery
Despite, their shortcomings
They are the ones who put you out of misery
Unlike the ones who are forgiven
For being perfect and beautiful
It is the broken hearts that mend others
In the end, turning ugly

I see myself in the blue depths of a grey cloud
On a garden in golden fields, except everything is green

Beyond the conscious knowledge of sky and sound
In between you and me, nothingness is a sound

Like a dream
Nothing lasts forever, but, what is a day in the living consciousness?

We have the same blood that makes us so aware
So wary of another, in this despair we share our heart and soul

Will our institutions last
Or is man the only species that will light up a dark alley

We criticize ourselves when others don't look
And criticize others when we look for answers