I don't need your satisfaction
Your writings on the wall
I don't your enthusiasm
Writings on the wall
I don't need your absent mind
Writings on the wall
I don't need your mind
Writings on the wall
I don't need your abnegation
Writings on the wall
I don't need your capacious heart
Writings on the wall
I don't need your calamity
I don't need your anonymity
Because the writings written in black
Anyway writings on the white wall
Meant for a passerby
Who never wants to go the extra mile

A beggar knocked on my window
A tap was enough to grab my show
He was a little boy of four
I never saw him no more
He asked for support
He drowned in the Chesapeake
Now he is a drunkard
And he likes his whiskey with rye bread
Unlike the dead crowd in bar of wry attendants
His paltry cash deposits make for no riches
He lives life with crutches
Barely makes it a mile with no shoes on
But he knows how to run from the dour cops
Because he has always been in trouble
His name is trouble
He tap dances on streets in a disguise
To save the attention and scour for glory
From the remains of some dead poet

What is it like?
To be shy?
Or not to be bright.

I am not sure
I am never certain
Of what words to say

So, I'll ask you
If you love my breathless whisper
Without those stupendous words

I am certain of a few things
Not me or you
Only that I.
"Need you."

How would you like me
To hold you in my arms
I am sure, I'd be complete

Yet, they say two and two
Make five when you are bad at math
Or if you are in love with someone else

I love the way
Your voice crackles
With the breaking pain
That shatters your heart
Completing you again

I love the way
Your stories sound
Like tales told from some
Fantasy I never have known
Or a poem passed down from tomes

Most of all, I love how you write so well
Even when you are hurt

Silence when held
Is the virtue
Of one who holds it
Like a cloud holding thunder and rain

You are sitting like a child
Why are you still crying?
Is that your heart breaking
Like a bird at dawn, singing surely
I saw a fire within, once

Moving from the warmest noon
People remember you
With warm flowers and their cold dew
Behind a locked door
I saw a fire within, once

As you cry every morning
Are you occupied with me
Or simply unsure, truly
The blue skies will always be blue
I saw a fire within, once though

The sun will come out from the east
As sure as I am on my knees, earnest and true
As sure as my love is you
Now, I still look at the same eyes closed
I see you have found that fire in the skies

The day was cold
As hell
It was 9 o' clock
I think
You were in your sweater
I was loaded with 3 layers
When we hugged, my insides became cold
Because I knew you got
Your love
And warmth
From someone else

The way I look at it
You can either
Accept your fate
Learn from destiny

If it is difficult
To find the two
In the long run
Then, life is a long stretch

Look at the present
Instead of the past and
Predicting the future
Expecting everything will be new

I'm hiding from the light
Because I am scared of my shadow
Give me the night
Rising from the window
Rising ahead of me when you live and I die
The show is never over for the starving one
Who can't sleep hungry or being well fed
Because he has been taught to be angry
So why should I write about love
When many never see it
Is it because they miss it
We write about love because it sustains intellect

I am glistening
With pride
You won't see me
Maybe the clouds hate me
If I am blue near the skies
The Sun will come out soon
The heat on your shoulders
Will make it easier for you
At the end of suns and moons
You will always have me
A distant lonely star will touch you
The gas implodes when it can't feel love
If you're fed up with me
Remember my star died a billion years ago
So, you are looking at an afterimage of me
If you believe the spirit resides in the starry night
You have been led astray
I left you for the moving planets
Where immobile as I may be
I am never disappointed in me
That is why as I star I will provoke hydrogen's bombs
You may find planet Earth to be a hydrogen jukebox
Soon you will heal him
As I turn into helium
As you forget me

When I had butterflies in my stomach
I was sure it was made up
Like a monster in my head

When I had pixies in my hair
I was sure it was made up
Like a nightmare in bed

Now our love has turned
Moth-eaten and indigo by bruising
And I wonder if dreams ever come true

Or are they made up
Like a tapestry of insecurities
Like something I made up in my head

Stuck in reverse
I hope to learn
Yearn for a place in this universe
Avidly evidently
Embraced
Oddly placed
Places of sunshine
The arboreal lights of night
Have something
In common
In the emotion they bring back
The place is the Universe
Quaintly made up a little isolated shack

Red trees
Turn the day
Into dead nights

You silence the crowd like a spoken poem
Well, you are as holy
That you could be a pilgrim's hat
You are as pretty as a pillow
Like a patient stretched under the light
You are as pure as rage

As we look at stars
Where blue and yellow flicker
I find something there
Which makes me reach out
Into infinity
Feeling returns to my fingertips
My heart caves in
As our arms touch
My eyes explore more mysterious ways
Pupils dilating in excited breaths
As I make contact with space
In this universe so lost
Finally belonging again

Cases of wine
Oak and limestone
She has got it bad
The limelight

On her face, potent
Ill enough, sad enough for a fad
The prudent student is a sight
Hanging from the Giants box

Here at the dude ranch
Where watchers sleep
Waist to waist
Waiting for the next train from subway to subway

This place is like gossip columns
Gosselies, my town on a medicated night
For ******* dog like me
From Mariah, the maiden far east calling at three

In the morning
In the morning!

Beauty is beyond me
It's in trees
And the streams
That flow by
Nearly all time
telling things
I have in my life
Nature flows like water
In a cup
For the trees to breathe
And ripen their fruits
Boughs breaking
Fruits falling with their leaves
As the bat leaves
For a better place to see

The sky rumbles and thunders
A man snores on the pavement
Oh how sinister
Dogs hide in their homes afraid
The orchestra is cancelled
The crowd came to see Wagner
And two river left a swirl
The rain never stops they say
It is playing a tune
The man finally wakes up
As if he is in a free concert
Like that time in Bangladesh
When the food was cheap plates of lentils
This rain looks rare
Maybe it says something
Listen, listen closely
The crowd has left
They came to listen to the conductor
Leaving with a symphony in their hearts
And rainbow drifting above
Like an isolated cello note hovering above
The rain starts again
It is a drizzle
The man goes to sleep again

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

How did you find your place
Home in this city
With so many streets
To roam

Big shoes
Succeeding
In being lose

I will never be yours
You are too extraordinary
The drunken politician weeps
The saviours are fast asleep

The ocean looks just like you
You are kind
You are highly spirited
But, it doesn't matter

Because I am too ordinary
Maybe, we are opposites
But, we don't belong to one another
Without me, you are just living an ordinary life

He loves you
You love him
You should go to him
Because opportunity doesn't come knocking
Like a door-to-door salesman

The road travels downward
It travels further
Just let the sunshine in
Summer's trying to touch your skin
Like the nights try to bring sleep
These days may leave behind us daydreams
But we know not what tomorrow brings
You can mock me in this circle game
If you are born an actor
You may die a loser
If you are born today
You may live to pay for the forgotten ones
I guess I am a loser
But, at least I wasn't born yesterday
I'm ahead in the race with promises
Sorrows that I don't lack
Tomorrow comes again allowing today

I looked into your eyes
Of gold
For a second chance
Like I kept digging

But, it turned into looking for a silver lining
Your heart had turned cold
The skies were I had to look

Searching for grey skies
I was bewildered by your rain
It drenched me and told me
Tears aren't enough

On a new day
Where new beginnings
Seem brighter than
Happy endings and cool sun-rays

In a deluge
Where snowy mountains
Crackle under your feet
More than
Leaves under your moccasins where they meet

I miss some of these memoirs
I wrote somewhere safe
Now they got hidden under a
Pile of things which were meant
For you to take

Such is my childhood, unneeded
So innocent
Like an icicle aesthetically placed on a cave
Ready to **** someone at a moment's notice
With a deluge of spontaneity

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

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

In the wheels of fire
In the dire of health
In the rounding up of wealth
Our time has passed once again
Our wandering minds will find life
Among the disabled who fight atrocity
I have been selling tickets to the city circus
Where the vibrant walkers balance in the house of pain
Flounder on life and choose between
Heaven and hell
In the end
All that counts is our ghosts
I need you to hear me speak to the world
Ushering in the new future
Will you help us beat the speculation and grotesque
An accordion plays in spiritual houses
Where do the cars go in protest
I shall not say or ask state
Because the wheels of fire
Burn and spin round and round
Charting the tarmac and leaving acid streets
If the Goddess of my dreams
Walks in moonlight
When the shining sun comes on boulevard of dreams
Burning up the wheels of fire
In the house of fire
I fear death by water
And Zeus' anger
Then they rounded up the witches
In this vast plague
Where truth is for dead people
Who bury their lives in their soul
And hold life in their eyes
Like candles in the graveyard
Condemn them condemn them all
To the hangman on the street hunting them all
Who promises summer for the rich
And winter for the poor
Have you seen the end of disease
Or your life leave your legs
Or your love break your spirit
And **** it with a new face
If you left the ghosts of your past
Like candles in a graveyard
These fires summon spirits
Such are the wheels of fire and fortune
Death beats us all in a game of faith and chess
Why do I have faith when everyone speculates about loss
Because I hope to find a peaceful end instead of healthy victory

The fallen circumstances
Chuisang was just a word
That I found out of circumspect learning
Of the Chinese language
Then, I called it love

Did you know?
You could slowly
Eat an apple
With its pips
Plump red acidic taste
And system
In haste

Is it ok
To be stuck
On you
Like a petal
On a flower
Like a leaf
On a tree
Sometimes
I shudder in the
Breeze
Your lips
Weakens my knees
Your hips
Stop gravity
You are the medicine
I need
To be ok
Even when
I cannot stand
For myself
So I look
Into your eyes
And ask you
Is this the end
Or the beginning of it

They never
Said
Poets can't be princes
Like eggs
Can't go with noodles
Poultry was never the same

I am sure you would leave me in the snow
You wouldn't think I was too unkind
I am not too low
I am sure you have your reasons
I am not that warm
You would think I'm meaningless like rain
That's the cause of progress of the pain
You change your process
When you think about an inhibition inside
I have my own curious disposition
If you want to bestow forgiveness
It is all up to you
If they tie you up and let you loose
You can kick the dust and live it up
Their fights are a cause for exhibition
My story curls in my mind
Ties knots in your stomach
Much like snow stuck on your highway home
My love will heal your body
And send sunshine to your heart
But, it will poison your soul
And the heat will eat from inside
Like a star with insidious intent
Leaving us in oblivion

My bicycle flew down
As the birds paced away
From a lake so placid, it seemed
The birds hadn't flown in the reflection
Only my spirit did, down that summer hill

It's okay
If you are alone
If the chips are down
And everyone wants you for the wrong reasons
It's great to be used once in a while
Soon, you will have to make them remember
That those eyes see more than empty towns
They have seen places behind the blue skies
It's amazing that you are alone
Because no one will hurt you and dismember your love
You will stride and walk tall
It's okay
If you want to be okay, too

Kids who get bullied in the alley
In school and kicked out of college
Try making it to a league of good writers
As they learn how to punch the keys and I just bleed on paper

Also, letting out the anger
My dad never drank or smoked
But, he loved me a lot
Maybe, I was a bad kid who never loved anyone before

Because I never was treated well in school
One fine day, I stayed after school
Losing to my friends in a fist-fight
After a few years, I got into psychedelics and misfortune

Kept reading in the meantime
Barely processing all those drugs
Let alone the literature
Soon, I started a career as an underrated writer

Influenced by Hell and it's angels
Talking to myself, and making clouds of thoughts in my head
I thought I wouldn't be the only angel head who would become a poet in this day-and-age of hippies and world leaders
So, I wanted to be an author as I kept writing out my epitaph while figuring out nothing

Quite like India without the politics
I never liked mixing the two
It should just be country and God
I always believed God gave me my folks

I gave myself my life and my mess

The red rooster cries every morning
If your job is to be sad
You'll cry every breaking dawn

You keep your glass
Near the bedside
It has milk
You get up for cookies
An empty tummy..

You see the fridge empty
Only eggs smile at you
The spelled out magnets are distracting
Making it easy to get cosy and easier
I can see you in the pale moon
You are hungry...

You fry an omelette
Nursing your stomach
The eggs have found their place
On the tray
No speck of doubt
Reminds you of your dead hour
Or the day when the rain fell
You look outside the rain pelts
The window calls to you to fly away
To bed

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

Do you remember
When you were the ghost
I had a feeling
That you were the one
While we wade
Your eyes would shine
Now in your scars they flicker
I can keep waiting
While walking
You cry in memoriam
In august reveries stalking
A vast interior of trinkets and memories
Have turned me into a
Ghost of my past

Shopping for clothes
Stepping out of the house
Mopping floors
Well, Red Sox never win
These are a few things we do

Mapping out the future of cars
Lagging in studies
Licking our paper dry lips
Well, she never noticed me at lunch
These are a few things we do

Churning butter for families
Making homes for refugees
Creating ideas for Gods and Goddesses
Well, anything for brides looking for something else
These are a few things we do

You broke my
Heart
Left me
Without a name
And a home
Thank you
For being
Honest
At least

There is a
Bead
On a dewy bud

The suspense was real
It was so real
That writing them in 17 syllables is a probability

Be kind
For those you meet
May never know kindness

There was a fire
A cinema full of smog
A boy with a toy
A girl without a voice

We let the theatre burn
The curtain call
Everyone screamed
All fell down on all fours

The cinema lies in ruins
The boy held on to his mom
The girl stole herself away
From the mirror, wishing she was strong

Once, I loved you
Now I hear you
In my heart
Like a distant cry in a dark rainforest
I guess it is still raining tears
Because the cries have gone silent
Ever since you went away
Seems different now

I meant to say sorry
So long ago
I wanted to nurse my heart
I cursed my ego
And hope you can love again

I guess
You know there is
Nothing else to say
But, to say you are sorry too

Love is great
Love is expensive
Because it isn't easy
To maintain
Like great treasure under blue depths of oceans