Our urges are primal and therefore animalistic.
Our dominating, territorial urges are defined not by humanism
Instead by primitive impulses
That is why we are animals

Whereas we should be humans first
Because we breed on the suffering of others
We continuously exploit our position and those underneath us
We can never be living because we thrive off death

We do the same to fellow humans as we ******
Torturing them in self-interest and pushing forth selfish agenda
We are maybe lowlier than animals because we have the capacity to feel, to think
Instead, we choose to destroy and exterminate

Laying waste to beings that do matter
And celebrating things that we can assign value
In all likeness, we are living things as much as plants are living
We serve to breathe

But do not benefit the planet or give the world what it needs
We are incapable of peace, but relish war
That is the nature of our race, whether you like it or not.

I'm glad you erased
My poems from your mind
They weren't comfortable anyway

Why don't you hold my hand
Be my friend
Instead of my lover
We can be flowers
Who never touch each other
But, share beauty
Of spring's unseen presence
As well as the same soil

Trees - miles of gold on a cold autumn day
Outline
The meadow
Tracing leaf-like patterns on the pale grass

Flowers sit at the foot of chinar
Looking to the sun
Peering from the cloudless sky
Upon those sleepy petals

Soon the trees
Will shed their cracked, brittle leaves
To make way
For such a pleasant scene, yet again

If you have a superpower
You'd see through my sadness
If you have a superpower
You'd know when I'm on the edge

Through the twisted metaphors
Can you still tell who I am?
In the broken fragments of images
Can you believe me when I try?

That's why
I'll wait for you
To see the morning roses of springtime
To witness the chorus of birds at dawn

When the night's over
You'll see I'm still there
And that's the superpower, you have
To **** the pain, everytime I'm dying a little

When the night's over
Despite your power over me
I will leave you heartbroken
And I'm sorry for that

To find the right to educate
I undulated in classrooms for Christmas day
Atmosphere was frenzy with talk and bustling

Boys known to us, came preying for us too
A picture in a moment and many
Back near the screen door slammed, a star can't hold

I beg to differ with the answer of love
Sin in the insidious polymath jailed weak
Land of saw-dust restaurants among cheap malls

The tanks share skies, unfeeling, today itself
I know the shells there keep us silenced
Like cautious children, express themselves easy

Abstruse comforts in home of the kind
Children cry when they see unyielding days
Let us make our visit or dare to pass

Like a canary that don't sing with broken firebirds
So keep your feather ready
There will be murders by the numbers

We will catch up soon with our own lives
When history repeats itself step by step
Shout will be bridled with whelmed with war

Near the gilded rocks
The shore
Stays the sea
That stays near the land
Of Storks
Locks
Eyes with the sun
On the horizon

You exist in my mind
You live in my heart
You hold a place in my lines
Which try to bridge mind, body and soul
Without you in my life
This poem is an incomplete metaphor
For love

Torrid fascination with the sullen
Sullen, being pejorative, is a need for the passionate
My life and my pursuits are the reason for my sullied imagination

I loved my dreams
More than the sunshine
Kept me alive in the wake of the night
The time at the time
Of the rhyme
Without reason
Of the light of light
Reminded the glowing lamps
That floated brilliantly
In the dark sky
In the raucous surroundings
of the colonies
Be Hospitable to the dogs
Of society
Somehow the noise
Comes out sweeter
When there's less color and more smoke
And smells stronger

Sleeps like money
Wakes up looking like a million bucks
Dreams about possessions, leaving them in the stream of rapidity
Consciousness anno domini, the year of Lord
Subconsciousness, in the past before the clergy
With these desires, came conquest of your dreams.

My heart is messed up
When will my head know it is making stuff up too

my howling wind
my serious face
my discerning grin
my great distress
my reams of crass literature
All pile up into my life

Prison seems warm
A place like getting stuck in a mental dream
Of a stranger with no blessed thought
You could be lost in a thought
Or been working on those instincts
We still need you
Somehow time changes how you look at the terrain trenchantly
There's no reason for changing your whereabouts
THere's no nee3d for singing songs if you have good remand
With the positive strain of force, he rests his hand
On The quill
There is an armor around him
Of rattle and pens.
A novel achievement
There is an established county
He isn't a fiction
Like this story

Love is unforgettable
Let me tell you a story
About how I fell for you

Your smile is true
Hear my song
About how I hated those lies

Our conversations are frequent
Let me recite a soliloquy
Between our lips

Your kiss is sweet
Let me tell you a story
On how they make me feel

Your beauty is addictive
Hear my song
About ecstasy

What in the world
Should I do
If I love you too?

My light flickers in a golden sun
Turning like the clock in my deserted room
The sunlight has the nebulous sunflowers facing it and turning away
The bees and trees, I hope for Providence's blessing, will stay

Some there whilst barely present
Like some form of mysticism in this beaten shade
In this vast ecosystem that resembles a dream or diary written in the dark
Lay on the Galis of this forest, obscuring itself in the channel

The sunflowers hide or choose to prise themselves from the storm
Fluttering in azure breeze later on
Providing milk and honey to those clasping wasps
Admitting to nature that has tossed and desiccated them

It is a lust for life
That paints these scenic motions
Also sculpted the landscape where it occurs
That slips and slides with grace
Alongside the mystic river of consciousness

I wish I could be
Surrounded by the sea
Looking at the horizon
Drowning

Why are women so forbidden
If love is the first impulse we have?

You are world, the wind
And fire with the water
That makes up the air I breathe
I take in your breath
In many ways
And reduce my existence
To a simple world
Which knows only war and destruction
Why do I know you?
Because you have thrown me
In here
With your being
Where we touch our lips
And drown in each other's blood
Absolving each other of our sins
We don't need love
We need no God
We need a life beyond pleasure

The love lost
Can be gained
Through friendship

I write poems
Best
Because
Nobody loves me

I am stuck in claustrophobia
If I am around you
In an elevator

My heart
As you know
Is a time bomb
It ticks and tocks
It stops for no one
But if you come
To my heart
You will notice time
Stops
But, there will be fireworks
For us

Sometimes
We don't have anything to say
For that there is silence

Poetry is what fills that void
Replacing it with a love for words
As esoteric time passes

The silence resounds in the constant
Typing of your name
In my heart, that is shaped into a typewriter

I will stalk the high road, alone
Not take the youthful bend of woods
Through the looped ends of hills, stalking fortune
I shall watch the empty, mournful horizon

Life is but an empty picture
If you walk among oceans, day arising
If you can hear the slow, powerful rise
You see waters made a silent creature

With these small slumbers, the heart that listens
If I am a painter, through love's blissful illusion
No great matter, more than possessed suns
Breathless across eloquent paths, glisten

Like a bird unchanged, by the deep serene
Finding my love's hue, in lustrous ultramarine

June made promises
That I plan on keeping
It was July who kept Them forever in missed dues
Next year, August, handed me my month's notice saying I missed you
Will have a new checklist for two week's pay for you
Thanks to the writers of gossip columns and sausages to assuage my guilt too
As I have my feet and heart dreaming of the obscene odes on widowed pavements
Where I cannot live with a family, a truth
Such are the streets, as homeless people are always broken fools
Wisdom or unwisdom
With or without you

I watched a film once
It was a thing of beauty
And the actress was even more so
I suppose they call them actors now
She splayed her co-star with a kick
To the rib and then to the other
I liked her prowess
It was the guilt that made me
Go after her pursed lips
As my eyes wandered across well covered clippage
I coveted and lingered
Some might call it ravenous or cinematic
Some may think it being rogue and dangerous
I never took her for a star
I saw her for what she was in the end
A promise for more and more
She never kept her promise
If she did I think she would have told me
In her head or feet at least
So as I undid the cinematography
Lured her out of her home
I made her crawl on the floor
She had never seen such things before
I had her to myself
I think I did
I thought I did
Until I saw a tear tarnish her perfect face
It was a Tuesday
Or the day after
Many of the memories are lost
In a flurry

It has been a month
It still is crazy rain
I know I will tumble down
Like a stumbling stone into grey
Rock into dust, dust into wind
The comets will fly on a lazy day

Like whirling in thunder
Into the ocean
I will never come back again
My mama said
Everything's gonna be alright
As long as you don't cry

I have no indecision
No way to keep this life
Someday I will give up my ways
And then think twice
There are stars that set
On this mystical ride of my life


The sun dies on the other side
The moon has always had a place for me
I search for the truth in misery
Looking at myself, asking me to open my eyes
I will never come back again
As long as I just stay alive

Like whirling in thunder
Into the ocean
I will never come back again
My mama said
Everything's gonna be alright
As long as you don't cry

When people ask me, after you have gone
What am I?
I say I am no one in this vast world of contours
Thoughts and dreams
Colors that could make the body of my poems
Where your love finds freedom, releasing warmth in them
Now I know no color
No real tragedy
The only tragedy I know is
When people asked me what I was
I said,"I am a poet."
With every the dignified response
The rejoinder was often
"Why was I so sure in a world that writes more than it reads?"
It was because I had you as my inspiration
I was your poet
Who confessed his sins to your soul
The sameness with which we kissed too was poetic
A zephyr that would blow across your hair
That too was poetic
Now, all that remains
Are fragmented lines
Of a fragmented love song
Of a heart completely
Broken

Once I was sitting among smoke rings and laughter
A snake came from the azure waters
Somebody shot the poor reptile
I asked him was that a ghost
A strange reply came from his lips
When the eyelids don't shut
When the dreams turn to daydreams
These creatures **** the cocoons and fire
In the winters when the ice takes over
They only slide into their gold skin
Akin to the season
There is torpor
And everyday can't be a summer dithyramb
An august reverie of the old fat lady is everywhere
Or the church dies with christened saints
It is the prayers that keep me awake
And the hiss of the lizard king
The sermons haven't wiped the tears
Only fears have turned to wrought iron
Galvanized by the gold skinned reptilian queen
I love your inner demons
They have no compassion
I would have shot it in the same fashion
Quite impassioned with a rectitude
As I name this beast with the right attitude
Only your love can absolve me
I don't need your friendship
Blitzkrieg will not bring the snake from the burrow
Or this confusion where fire treks and climbs tomorrow
Through the forests and the tedium of twigs
A medium of solitude will crumble
Allows me to see why I tremble
I can't feel your lightning
In the stormy weather and fiery hours
The lizard king still lives
The furnace of the lamp that burns bright
In the garden
I left it there, to ensnare them all

Love is an open door
As a movie once said
But, to me love can mean
Many things which are
Tossed photographs, crumpled petals, voice notes, forgotten evenings of petrichor
Sometimes it is waiting at a locked door
That you find true love
The rest that comes later
Turns to nostalgia

Some day I will be an artist who writes
To express himself
In a universe
Where the unexpressed
And unspoken
Escape the eye of someone else
Who has always been unloved

If nobody rose to expectations
People would stop to look
If nobody had belief
People would stop being realistic
If nobody cared about you
Nobody would
Neither you

The stronger the love is
The weaker our hearts become
The vulnerability becomes apparent
And love loses meaning
Unless, we fight against all odds
To protect our worth
From falling into an abyss
Or the heart of darkness
Engulfing our souls
Too bad I am immersed
In your poetry that sets my heart ablaze
Leaving light in the cave

If someone gives in the frayed expression
Assists the homeless scrounging for more power
Add to the five bucks
Found in a beggar's tin can
Ask him, will he believe in love after all this ****
He will say, 'yes.'
Even if he doesn't know what is power

They gave me a job
I wondered what my fee
Or my role was
If it was worth leaving my dears
Or holding back my tears
The thing about breaking
Is you find more love in putting together
Yourself as you cry for help
And no one hears your call or desultory philippic
A blue frock and pearl necklace
Was enough to recover from the wound
Of falling in a loveless place

I hope we have a world
Which lives without music
And raps in childish songs, and thinks in nursery rhymes
Sleeping without wars, just for amusement

She loved
Love stories so much
That she never learned to love

Stuck in reality
Enslaved by a deity
I looked for a way out
From this dream of cloud that blows
Ensnared by misery
To land on the footfalls of memory
Such are the gossamer-threads
Your dress has a texture
It is a creature that has billowing motions
Like one slaved by a dream

The fire of yesterday
Has hushed all the hellos
Often that escape ears
Yet, the goodbyes of yesteryears
Stay as close to me with your fears
Close to my heart where there are tears
The fire of yesterday burns bright
Like a lamp on the Ganges
Flicker, flicker on the river
Where I wash my sins
And bathe myself with dignity
I know hellos now sound distant
As a memory of a clean river
Goodbye is too permanent
So I say, farewell
As ashes take away my age and existence
Without false agenda or purpose
Like God paints the cleansed sky
Without malice or prejudice
Dabbling in colors
That is how the world ends
Or my world

Much like unhappiness
Can cause few fights
It can cause a few of many starry-stuff
If it’s hard to explain
Try harder, and become one with the stars
Happiness, will shine together with comeliness

I could write
A thousand, "I love yous"
But my heart would still be silent

She touches nature within
She is a high cloud on a dull plateau
She runs like the wind
She is all around

We made water out of stone, son of man
Making you and I possible
She is everything love could possibly be
She is April, the kindest month
Once more cruel

Your lovely eyes
Are like a chunk of cookies
All I need is milk
I think you can see it in the whites
Of my eyes that my heart
Is ajar

Choosing my life’s choices
Carefully stitching the love of mine
Cleansing my conscience off vices
Virtue is true happiness

To write a lyric on your scrounged out drawers
Would be war of a poet's smiles
So, I take a flower from your hat
Are you Thomas or Bob?
I can't ignore the broken corners near the eye

You need **** the thirst of buds
With the graves of men and women
Bow at the altar of the Joan of Arc
As she billows like the flames and blood

Everything is faded
As she fakes
Like a guileless child
Or a woman who is mine

She tells me
About the tedious
Times I had
With you
You and your
Fumbling fails
My child
Never got up
From her sleep
Help never came to her
Because
You never there
Honey
You arrived
A little late
That hope
Was a place
For the people who understood
And a heaven for
Those ignorant of
Warring souls