The sun is beautiful
To not care means
You simply know that

The night and the year
The time and tears
The sudden nature and human nature
The fears of fine lines

Some of us are piqued, and some of us intrigued
The hidden exposition of this pain is wisdom gained
In my past, I'm still suffering once again
Because of my age

Ye shores in the evermore
I look to you to walk under moonlit
Times under the years of the sophomore

The clime and timeless skies
Make another rainbow
Maybe, glancing somewhere over the rainbow
Like a midnight spoon, high and near

A person who repents
Holds too many regrets
Has a small heart unable to express himself
In chaos
Some of us find a road of valor instead
Of opposition to our expression
We seek to be ignorant
When we should be brave
We hate cowards
When we fear that our heart
Cannot accept everyone
We could at least
Work on our fears
And help others understand the courage
The will is inherent and if we understand the risks
We could have substance in this chaotic world order
Some of us never return from our journeys
Some of us never wish to either
That is the story of faults and flaws
We get hindered by plotting out holes in each other
Pushing one another in the game of life
We should have counted the cowards instead of the *******

A lake far away in the distance
Covered by the foggy haze
In an endless reverie
On a quiet, cold winter's sleep

The dry fallen leaves
Of the bare dampened trees
Shiver in the December breeze
As the clouds veer off into the valley

The flowers shrivel like paper on fire
As the wind walks slow
Through the maple, oak, and pine
Sculpted in ice and snow

Landscapes that were once willows
Where owls sported for prey at night
Are now drenched in blue and white
For as far as the azure lake goes

The cold harsh winters broke my horses
That coursed the winding paths with fury
Trudging against the unseen forces
In the depths of the blanched scenery

I gazed at them helpless
Watching them writhe in agony
Attacking the soil as they gasped their last breaths
My young fawn friends were covered with canvas

For a while, I forgot what time of day it was
Yet I decided to walk into the wild
With the blood-stained canvas
Fresh in my mind

With every path I walked or tried out
My boots deepened in the thick swamp
Yet, I'd always circle back to that spot
More in doubt as the mire went on

Such was the depth of the forest
That I started marking the stones
Studding the depths of the earth
Where frescoed brooks once flowed

I struggled under my own weight
A dying thirst overcame me
As I inched closer to blinding rage
I crunched the snow with chattering teeth

Gazing at the concentric eddies of ice
That coursed through the undergrowth
Those glacial sheets frozen in time
Had turned to unbreakable stone

It was transparent
Revealing below the endless water
Being this near to the end
I felt a calm surrender

I looked deep inside
Without struggle nor strife
I jumped off the ravine
And my life flashed before my eyes

As I darted into the undergrowth
An elk came from behind
Hidden in a lair of fog and shadow
Walking on the sheet of ice

My heart pounded inside
My broken frame had survived
I knew I'd walked too many miles
To die

As I descended freely
I fell into spirals of warm water
And I could hear rushing streams
That echoed out into the ether

I was so tired and lost
So I only have a faint memory
Of the elk with its antlers carved in white frost
Carrying my frail body

Out of the bowers
Into a willowy veil
I still visit the shore covered by the hoary flowers
And listen to the whispering gale

I walked on little by little
With the brittle leaves cracking under my feet
To greener pastures
Forgetting the miracle

Time has filled many an hourglass since then
Yet as I watch an individual grain of sand fall
And I think upon the elk of that forest
That emerged from the dense fog

I realize that the moment is lost
And every day is still a test
While I could have moved on
It is the feeling I hold dearest

There's a girl I'd forgotten long ago
As that summer subsided
The trees lost their leaves
And autumn arrived

I've pretended that I felt nothing
It's been years since we last kissed
But it is summer once again
I'm reminded of her

They come in faint whispers
And frail fingers clutch onto those tired memories
That I can't seem to let go of
At this time of the year

I feel the ache after all this time
Once the flowers begin to bloom, yellow and white
Fluttering in a candid breeze that tells me
She's still out there

I like to write
About love in short
Because what comes next
Is always unexpected

I like to write about
Heartbreaks in length
Because a soul is lost
After it is broken

I like to write about
Broken hearts in short
Because what comes next
Isn't "always"

What hides behind her smile
That helps that cheer
Keeps me beguiled
The blue of the sky
Shows me when the crimson
IN the first
winter
Wintry; comes the snow
Keeping the flakes, how I don't
Know
Learning through Persian
Thoughts express words
I can't comprehend
Till the end

Is it strange
To want to forget you
And write about you just the same

I am dead
Only God lives
You must find him
He lives in my bones
Strewn like cigarette ashes
He seeps into my flesh
That has lost its yearning
He laughs in excitement
Through my wide eyes
If you look at my skull
You will see, I am not blind

A glass half full and half empty
Is a drink
With the philosophy
Accompanied by talking

I was in love
With her
I am out love
O'er her
Still not the faintest
Clue
Where am I
Supposed to be
Like a singularity
In a black-hole
Lost for eternity

Society's the back bone
When you're broken
Arriving at the right places

How do you take your tea
Please, add some sugar
So I can take a sip of sugary blocks, and stroked locks

The Painted face of
paintings
Salvador Dali

The words 'I love you'
Are just right for us
For lovers with time and space
I have no sense for those lines and essence

I do not talk to women
I talk to my friends in my sleep
When, I wake up
The world wakes up hot in the afternoon

As I pick out each petal for you
People will fall in love with its dew
When the flower loses its beauty
Becoming bare like dead leaves you tread through

That is when I will say
'I love you'
That flower shall spring to life again
Till then, I wait for the you

Time to paint the world red

You and your dreams
Are mine, when I think
About you, I can think about your
Dreams that are dusty in the elk streets
Conspicuous drenched lens, upon the free highway
The way of the street, dim lights, and summed up insomnia
Somnabulance is the way of killing your sleep
Or yourself, o' me and the lines of morose

If we had a world to us
Time would hold no innocence
As rage begets rage
Age comes after age
All our life is but an empty stage
Waiting to be filled with images
Of vanquished hearts and toiling souls
So let us break open heaven's iron gates
Striding as Apollo in his chariot
Rushing behind those players
When they feel hungry
As amorous birds of prey
Let them spread their wings
And never meet again
As players ending an act
After every page

Wonderful
A piece of paradise
Window sill plants

Come together
In silence
Or never speak again

Please please me
Stay as the waves steer away
The oceans turn to the horizon
Even God says that water isn't infinite
It is the beautiful iridescent nature of such epicure
Isn't it wonderful
That I can look at you
And say please please me
You need not remember
Just follow the shoreline
Where the boat rests on calmness
As a soothing sifting of sands speak to us

In the black and bold night
A few moons, wrinkled and old with grey
The stars look down
I'm in a stranger's skin
Out of this whole world

My soul knows who I was
It looks for a glimpse inside
Dad says,"I have committed a sin."
He cries in disbelief and guilt
My heart only hears what I fear

It can simply wilt without feeling
On some days, it finds a numb feeling
Like a moth drawn to a candle
Blindly drawn to a candle
Now, I want to be free

Not from your flame
I am a part of your ocean of tears
A desert of endless courage
Free from fear
Free from the blind leading the blind

The pasta cooked
With the red tomatoes
The barley grain
Tastes rustic, relishing
The garlic bread
Says the cheese
tastes nice
But I prefer, a drink of wine
With a plate next to human fingers

Kept my books
on the top shelf
My glasses kept me
Occupied with the theft

I found an island
In your arms
Country in your
Eyes
Does the rain die
If the country lies

It's not the mind that stops me
It's the mind that propels me
And the heart that brings me stillness
In this love meant for crazy people

In a hurling of sudden expression
My trauma ushered in instantly
Mindless, numbed, hysterical
Stuck on the empty highway
With nothing, but, my hands in pocket
No possessions
Just a sign saying, there's a road ahead

Looked at shades under the trees
Hanging under the leaves
Seem to move like the wonder of wind
Just forgetting my life
I pray you can share shadows
You see it striding in the evening
Or leaving the land in the fresh air
I show fear in a handful of promises
That fly away like refracted light
I will be your worst friend in heaven
Your best teacher

If you can dance
Let it come naturally
Just like kindness and love
Comes from the heart
So when you feel happy or affection
Share it with the world for a start
Dance on the streets of affliction and greed
Leave the sidewalks under the soles of your barefeet
That shall make all the difference
Between dreams and reality
If you need a reason to be passionate about being
BE YOURSELF

I dress myself
In the rain
Your tears
Are the make up
Of your pain
I guess tears hide in the rain

You know what hurts
When you move on
And the moments were so short
That they aren't worth remembering

But, the feelings leave a bitter after taste
When my heart wants to rejoice
You're a footnote stuck on my chest
Reminding me that I have a voice

I am glad this pain
Moves me to become
A better person as an ocean will get warmer after rain
Like the sun settles on my shoulders after a cold shower

I wash my pain in the reign of yesterday

The difference
Between you and me
I still love you
Even if you don't
Love yourself

Some kind of lord
I listen to your song
Never ignoring that darkest
Nation pushes
Head up high, it's in my best interest
Cursing the affair, far away in dove on the festival
Pity is what you call it, we can make this love
Held up, what does it dramatically make out of dandelion
That carries on a bridge of wind and science
Midnight comes on, along with on the bridge where I'm waiting in the dramatic place
Inn of your soul, the kitchen of photos, freed of the soul, soul, and pictures make it, what we take from it we give
Fluorescent pen, lend your statement on the festering war that doth speaks on the will of thy light
Lifeless, on the dresses on the forked thunderous clap
In a look of waiting in the placid, let it grow like the sunflower set on the dalliance

There is a bird
On my window
Without a song
The room is dead
It has been for long
A furlong farther
You will find a raven
Her claws and feather
Are made of fear and loathing
Soon she shall look
The other way
When the sun sets
The dead will wake up
The dead

Poised is the night
Relaxed is the sultry tide
Sun is like a speck in the sky
Moon is like a pebble on the shore
One covered by horizon
And the other blanketed by the ocean
The skyline extends and she kisses my cheek
Trees rustle in the wind
And obstinate leaves fall hastily
Her kisses mean so much
Her body lies on the water and sand
Life's always a constant rush
But, the strands of her hair envelope my face
I get lost in her scent
It smells salty and like freedom
I have to free myself from such dreams
That make me laze in the sun as I look at her auburn skin
The sea breeze touches my lips

Sometimes I just wanna take an amplifier
The biggest on the market
And speak to a city
Do something for peace
Peace of mind seems difficult
When music becomes noise
And life turns into something we toy with
With the freedom that you've been given
And grace you believe in
It may be religion
That is worth believing

Somehow, somewhere
There is a *** of gold
For the many disillusioned
A dollar for the many starving
As visionaries envisioned
A job market that is free from fire
My dreams burn on the funeral pyre

It is strange
How women adore the right men
But, despise the wrong one
Love is so right
So broken in its ideals
So wrong in its beauty
And so pathetic in its necessity
An entire generation pushing babes
Into cinema screens
Dealing slave work for women
And women only
Women are beautiful
Only because they think they need
Men

You were once mine
Now I am moving on

Life lessons
Given
In the art of living
Never taken
For granted

Piano playing
Piano man
Alone
Sexuality isn't
Breaking his back
Elton John
Is someone
Talking about you
I hoped you didn't write those songs
In the vain
They sound insane
In a conversation of two
Following music
Of life
Conforming to the norms
That bring up the lives
You hope weren't lost
As horizon lays it's curly creases
to the sunset
for those two
talking about peace
For lease
To bring an easing pain
to their love in vain
The *** they had
Resembled the sin
Of Adam and Eve
I don't whether it was underneath a tree
Or near
Allusions to
from sins freed
Called beasts
of a verdant forests
that held blood red
fruits
That held a seed
Bringing them closer to
Aestivation of life
Greed is a schematic fantastic creature
Wrath is it's ***** feature
Of a Lustful expression
Of satiated appetite
Glutton indeed
That brings sloth to the
Innocence of it's creation
However, Eve was simply envious
Of the knowledge that the snake
had in vain
Unable to share
The greed that the reptile showed
Put all the sins to shame

I guess God was proud
Of his judgement
Sitting on a cloud

I wish I wasn't so fat
If I ate more, I'd **** myself
Or those predators would rip my flesh
Revealing my insecurities
I wish they would because my bones are ghostly, fragile

We look at ourselves unknowing of the consequence of our actions
We may exist for the betterment of others or the detriment of others
As much as we may believe that the truth is our good facet
It fades with time as we develop an understanding of ourselves
The essence of human nature often requires we understand this through poetry
In poetry, the truth can take many shapes and pull us to an imaginary platform
However, despite the truth fading not being an essence of human nature is true
The strength of something righteous or an understanding of good is required to propel the truth
The truth may gain meaning, but, people may benefit of off lies
That is human nature, not the concept that truth fades into fugue
A spiritual fugue such as a car salesman struggling with his job engages in speaking a lie
He is not being indulgent, he is simply lying to survive
Surviving is the true essence of human nature
That is why the truth may or may not fade from the human conscience
Multiple conceptions of the truth are good
Many interpretations of what is the truth are not
As the person, thus, becomes capricious in his pursuit to spiritual development
So, it is the struggle to survive or become a spiritual being
The truth shall not always set you free

There is a man
Staring at you
I feel his eyes all over you
He wants to be happy
But he misses his daughter
I hate writing sad poems

There is a sky
Full of clouds
I feel that the Sun will never come out
The road furthers the horizon
But I like sharing the sunset even if it's our last
I hate writing sad poems

There is a moon
Hidden by the moist clouds
The dark pours like cold water
You may shiver today
But I like seeing you in the rain
I hate writing sad poems

There is a guy
Who likes you
Who will never kiss you
As he is too scared
To write a sad poem

Don't try
If you can't
You aren't my kind of woman

You were beautiful once
Like the autumn breeze
Now the leaves are raked away

By someone who refuses to remember
What he had
The stars pave the way those who try

While, those who don't try
The morning begins
Tomorrow, tomorrow after the night

On earth with the heavenly flame
Soft breeze flows like fire
Untamed as the lion's mane

Hell is a cat dragged from the pyre
Whispers follow her coat
Frozen in the orifice of the swallowed mire

All the men saddled up to vote
Feeling the blistering cold
Wishing to warm their hands and foot

The cold lets out a hellish whisper
Almost like a howl of the olden wind
Gideon rings a bell at the end of summer

The years go by
The prison days stay
With your life
Like school in hind sight
Going to college
To write
Education sets you free
Like night owls
Giving exams

Since when I was a kid
I never minded your hand in mine
Because no one had held me that tightly

Like a bird flies in the sky
It knows it is only good at flight
The sky carries it through clouds and rain
It knows it is only good at flight
Then, came thunder
And the bird fell into the sea

Here I am
Urging people to stay alive
Look at me with no girlfriend
Or wife
I am a writer
In a suicidal trade
A suicidal situation
Asking men to take my free advice
To their grave

I often describe fire as summertime
But, even the purest things need each other
To find a semblance of meaning in ice
Like shallow rain gives me the blues
Because I can't go out when it drizzles
Nor stay in with my loud thoughts
The tempo of sonorous clamor on the window
During heavy rainfall always calms the storm
Inside me, much like drivel of ice and hail

I miss the drops that poured with romantic ache
Begging to touch the ground, letting light pass
One lady who liked the torrential downpour
Welkin had torn apart to let the sun in
To shine on streets, telling me that rain comes

Because when the clouds thunder and speak loud
Many quell their walk, open umbrellas
To cover the crowded alleys with shrouds
Hanker chiefs wipe sweat and balk at wet roads

The streets shut after every monsoon load
As restaurants quite flooded, close their doors
For men looking for a cup of coffee
As well as women ordering food
They look for love behind the street corners

I miss the days that poured with pained romance
Didn't wear sunglasses to keep out glare
Because when people are under umbrellas
They wear a changed look, with tears in the rain