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 music dies in the end
The early rising of the revolution
Brings the soldiers on the fields
With their guns of gold
Reaping what they sow with peasants dying
Blood everywhere
The selected people rise from the ashes
And the pulses ripe with the blood of a thousand
Workers lying in the fields
Enslaved by violence and crime was meaningless
The derelicts of war had risen with power
To rule people with the forceful hand that pulls the tiredness
Out of these soulless passengers of war-ridden land
The peaceful valley had seen destruction and now was gone
In a second the whole valley
Had become one and broke the power
That made the powerless broken by bewitched sedimented in the fundamentalism of this land
Taken by its roots
The rooms roam from the economic crisis that could cut its growing implications
Of crooks making it a feeling that devoid us of sensation
Crying life from the righteous people
Living in the despair of resuscitation from a painless existence
Parse knowledge brings ignorance to depravity
And this is what makes the government ignominious
You may even look at it as being unattached to the people in power
Points in an argument, evolution makes a good point
Repercussions of theological evidence as it is

There is a word or two
A cartographer if we go in one piece
There's prose and it's about to get long
It can get opaque and you see the scenery
THere's no place to change who are you and if you left him
Did you break your heart or your leg
If he got you in the midriff is this the best you should expect
Men can be nasty teasers
Fighting for you
The stance on the women and the experience of how paintings still feel.
Thespians are taking over is the feeling of millennial pie in the old English millennial idiom
There's a nasty stranger reading a novel far away
There's a chance that the place you're at is a violent storm
There's a right you have kept
It's the rendition of a short story of Jack Kerouac
Beats me how the place hasn't changed with such green spin on everything
Breathless by the imaginations of long prose, captivate them by the lines
Present a story and bring them to the end of a very poetic journey and protect that it's that last journey you're going t have with them
Some busy people know by now
There's a prettier character in the other person
You'll realize you've ****** them both in the end
A simple end of to a prose
How could you?
There begs the question if there should be storylines in the poetry
Or write novels on free platforms

Feelings cannot be distributed
As right or wrong
Only when you are in love
Do they form such distinction

How do I say this to you
Here's a song
Of when the heart quivers like a fool
Through dusk till dawn

At dusk, the birds scale the cityscapes
As the magic of summer appears
The sun escapes
Into the clouds filled with tears

Then the moon shivers when it is dawn
It holds the dead stars in its embrace
Without any anguish, it calls out
To the burnt out comets that I chase

I'm a vagabond
I'm a bag of bones
I'm your skeleton
Held up by a beating heart
And flowing blood vessels
Carrying a steady mind
On an unsteady brain
Shook by the wind
Untouched by the rain

Pellucid curdled feet
Lucid readers, and revolution
Volition and asking for your breaths for diction
I hope to judge you by your footsteps

Erudites have long wondered how civilization spread through
This oasis where you lie in your solitude
Going around the same old allegory
That you tread upon in some shadow
Books hide those shadowed thoughts
Luckily I can see through you
And the rain came again and washed away
The stars came upon me like a comet
For personal reasons, the photographs didn't exist
At least, not to my knowledge

This is my life
It can be fulfilled by three words
A couple of poems and writing for you
But, in God's writing and in the saints of this marching past

Days and dates have meant nothing to religious
Legends are pretty keen, it works out
But, all you make them out to be uncanny
Ought to be simple really, you are swift and softer
A presence of you may be adrift as I saw you roll in the darkness
Of the dance of seagulls, nightgown flashing like streetlamps
Streetlights can come to life, turpitude can grow softer
The dearth wailing and crimson deep wounds can crawl through
Fragments of time, and someplace elsewhere in this broken place
The light turns a little darker in the tunnel, cars coming up slowly
The tension of your calves driving and accelerating
Through century city and the steerings broken and street's the same
The limelight and broken and sights of the dancing birds might fly
As crazy like this little thing called forbidden love, tired and ordered
Keep the Hades at the bay of the hellish life we lead that reads like quaint quiet
The Caspian basin salty as the crisps of conversation, sludge dredge

Drudge and adjudicate this stream of solitude and the din ringing soundly the dimly lit freedom
In the candles of the wind, the dark meetings in the German massacre, hallowed by the talk of change
Probably, Beethoven can't hear the cries and feel the Holocaust victims and survivor hearts
Hearts of ***** used to graves dug up, burnt before the loss of civilization
The reality of this can be seen by the posterior, capricious, but, rather germane to our pain
There's nothing called sadness if you're numbed by pain
Oh! What a depressive state of mind that we cannot criminally be accused

The despicable demeanor of the inured can be seen in the unadulterated violence
Breaths are faltering at the sound of some guns, icy hands
Blitzkrieg Bop, as the bombs drop
The stolen conquest of the concentrated masses, eying at agendas
The propaganda of the influential ministers, the less I know the better
Creatures of the night, are you could be held mind tight
Like the night terrors, that grab my strangulated body
The fears won't leave the light, in the darkness of my deja vu
I feel I've been here before
I say that to you

To sure, that you can daydream and go high n' dry
Seeking inspiration from the sinister meaning of the poetic dahlias
Black, are they? Come up in the dilapidated beatnik motel
Ride about in heartbreak hotel
Too bad, this ****** sold out their tickets, to your show
Guess it's time to mend ways and think about friendly things
Butterflies ringing in the belly, that I've hatched upon, already
Guess, you're trying to lose some ways to say "you love me."

Screaming in public
I make a scene
Females take example
Movie's in the making

Yesterdays that you dream,
The often going and seeking,
Destiny calls you a snake charmer
Shapeless like water, you call the moons
The legacy and destiny, meandering with suns
You can see these brooks in the undulating truth, caviling and compressing

When I left you
The idea
I'd be someone
Who leaves you
Left me speechless
And blank

The transient green
Of munificent trees
Taught me magnanimously, money came
With the autumn leaves
Experiencing the barren branches
With fields of fiery gold
Leaves
And me simply speechless
At the sight of the capriciousness

Of the autumn
And I as I leave
Like a cool breeze

Wars breeze through
And times
and cannonballs fly
Whilst peace time
Weighs down the attitudes of men
Without latitude
For the forgiven
Whilst they stay alive

I walked in the door
I asked, "What does it open to?"
He said, "Another room"

I walked in the door
There was a crane
I asked, "What does it open to?"
He said, "Another room"
The other room was empty
Full of rubble and broken words, like an elephant in the room

I asked, "What does it mean?"
He said looking through another glass
I looked through the glass door

It opened up to a variety of disasters
And the animals in my mind counting the leaves on trees
Wrecking us and hanging on our minds
Eating us alive, the doubts
Bothered his soul, and my body was tired

You see, we kept craning our necks
Looking for someone praying in the house
Someone, lay on a mat praying to a crane and asking the elephant to leave at the same time

Lighting up like fires
torn by the ash
Born out of the amalgamation of
ash and dust
Cast out
Someone special
Discovered out of the seemly sash
Sprinkled illusory imagination
Found in the libraries
Thereafter
In memoriam of the past

A flower that thrives in the shade
Will never wither
When winter comes
And the sun goes down

Learn to find happiness
In yourself
Even those who are by your side now
May fall away through no fault of their own

Be strong not because the world expects it
But because you have to survive
For better or worse
May these words serve you great comfort

The wall will be stained by time
The ink will wash away, but, the words remain
Without some solicitude and kindness
Perhaps the words will lose power

Eternally yours
The very thoughts that flew
Was I chasing you on your broom

Living is difficult
Easy is simple
Love is felt
Living is love
Living is difficult
Easy is simple
Love is felt
It isn't easy living
Without love
Being simple is difficult

Love opens doors
Moving to and fro
Swinging innocently

If you're lost in the forest among the dying trees
And the river in you runs cold
A gentle breeze sails through the tapestry of brittle leaves
In the icy midst of winter

Invoking a long lost friend
That melts the crystal streams
Crawls through the warm earth
Awakens the entire forest in a collective chorus

If you've never felt your heartbeat
Then I hope you find the right moment
That sweeps you off your feet
Suddenly life will make sense

All your tears are fresh in my mind
Yet, I wait for every clear morning
Wrestling the desolate storm without hope
Hearing closely for sight of some longing

I remember when we watched the rain
A rogue wind hit us and we were the same
But every rush of the waves drew us further apart
We tried to justify the isolation because help never came

What can signal some change of heart
The sun and Earth are quite estranged
We are birds of the sky worn by the gusts
We're enduring the storm's eye in August

It's October, I listen to the beat of the heart
We have seen worse times in the past
Moving ahead from our last, first to last
To start a fire, you have to light a spark

Who'll stop the rain
It must've marked 20 years today
I'm still such a lonely man
The houses have been washed away
Too bad I can't seem to remember a sunny day
Look God what you've done to me
My family's dead
There's no peace in this soul to take
I'm still such a lonely man
Sometimes I wish summer felt like a treasure from yesterday

I wish
To set myself on fire
But, people will talk
Of how I lost the courage to live on

Because that is what they do
In their solitary spaces behind
Church pews and library desks
They remember the few

Some remember them by words
And others keep their ashes
Visit their tombs years later
But, I know my books will be made of the regret that's left

Women will swoon over those coy lines
Their children will hear the tales
That I had concocted on a lonely night
When I gave you my everything

Do you dream
Of places under
Bridges
Where hail
Lingering
Keeps you warm
Like
fire and ice

The fire
Is burnt out
So please keep warm

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 crowd takes a cold guess
At the guy, another brick in the wall
Just a heated exchange insures the mess
He should be at home, enjoying the amber's hue
Drinking his lemonade, changing the world
In his head on and on
Going around the lively block is a dead street
The rebellion against revised television

I saw a dog on the street
His kindness followed me
He never made it to my mass, quite a pity
Doesn't understand God any more than a boy on a swing
Doesn't go to school, either
All they do is preach
Teaching us how to con heaven's door
When we fail

Where will we go
I don't understand you anymore
You don't understand I am a forgotten orphan
Sometimes, you cannot hear me in the shadows of my room
Yet, the priest asks me how is my life
I cannot even pray for a better life
Kindness cannot be taught
I pray for kindness, the dog believes I deserve it

When I look upon the ocean
The sparkling sun skips a beat
Upon its reflection, there's someone

When I look into the moon
The stars connect the dots
Upon its moonbeams, there's someone

In the darkness of the soul, the past resides
The tumult of the present exists too
Tomorrow is another day, so look into the light

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

The coffee is served
With some newspaper that reads like a fly
Makes the news spread

It's times like these
When you're on my mind
And my heart is set on fire
Like a firefly, stinging like a rose at least
Well, it's love anyway that keeps those miles on the road
Alive are the ones who were living
Nameless and named one fighting for fame
Dying in June
Living for the people next tombs
Riding the streets when they could be hiding
Looking over the walls and tired of artificial wombs
Love is so slashed and torn
We could remember each kiss again
And it would still be like the first one

If you broke my heart
I'd fall through the cracks
In love again

**** literature
If you want
But, don't keep your head in your ***

The mirrors of wisdom
Told me I have three eyes
It's better if I was a closet homosexual who didn't care at all

If tomorrow we could be friends. Would it be end of an eagle's life. Or the beginning of a vibrant communication among the little birds. I write and feed the birds. I need time to think and I know that I do not hope to see a brighter future. Why should the aged eagle stretch its vapid feathers blanched in age. Why should I be sorry for my speed demon.

I've never done this before
However, I find myself writing
More and more
About flowers
Flowers that I never adored
Maybe because I'm not a kid anymore
Because I've been in love before

I wish we could be together
Life wouldn't allow us to be old today
Like flowers that bend together
Bending their little heads

The mirror carries a reflection
The sun loses interest
Flowers bend with time
As sure, as mirrors never lie

The governor drinks his coffee on the terrace
It starts raining as the wind circles
Tomorrow is promising
As the promises of yesterday

I have many miles through ice storms
But, flowers bend with time
Not the wind
It's the sun keeping them warm

The mirror carries a reflection
But, flowers bend with time
But, not the wind
Life runs away each day

We are victors in a sea of naysayers
We are soothsayers able to the see it all
Change is our ally and honesty is our guide
Step out of the dark, so you can shine in the light

We have the gift of sight in a world of lost souls
We are the blind in the land of the wise too
Art is our calling and emotion is our sword
Here's my plight and passion for a kingdom of dust

I will hold my head high and let my wings outstretch
I will allow my broken mind to heal
At last I will be free to speak up
But I like a bird will follow others in silent flight

That's my curse and my calling
To fly like I have never before
But I have never flown and let my heart be free
My art, my pencils, and my calligraphy

All for nothing?
But this is what I breathe

Dazzle my eyes
Make me light
See into my whole garden
Plough the day with night

A balloon the higher it flies
The hotter it gets
The closer it gets to the sun light
It becomes tougher to touch sky full of clouds

The communication coded by the register
Drawing tables by the rested cannister
The yesterdays that walked by the memoirs
That carried you through the troubles
That God throws at you
Stuck in reverse
You could forward
The poet's word is war
The time is trying
The lyrical poetess is meant for him
In his time of the hour
Where he's in subliminal solitude
Melancholy moving through the illusion of life
The love takes him back
So free and flying
Like a changed bird in the sky
The hope is the quick remedy that brings from the heart
The poison is in the lightly colored painted canvas
The scenic beauty is simply intoxicating
The life lead up to the lights at the crossroads
The journey jauntily lit with the streetlight so serene
The end is near
Hope you make the right recovery

When I
Took the moon
From your pocket
I forgot the stars in your eyes
When I
Looked at today’s attraction
You took the front page,
I didn’t read further
When I needed you
Most, you twinkled
And parted the space inbetween
Our balance
And added love in the equation

Now that’s called being all about love
Take me away from this moon
And circle the skies given the circumstances
Right no my eyes are clouded
But, the love of a million stars is enough
For my billionth brother in arms
Was that too many confusing numbers
That’s swingin’ lovers are a part of this astute statistic
Let’s make some association with our loveless magic
And add the magic of numbers, fly me to a moon miles away
Too far to go, let it be on the front board with the specials
The stars look down on us, in crosswords
We interwine like star-crossed lovers under cloudless climes
So what, we are capricious and jocular, amenable too

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

Hey!
Hello, Poetry I'm Aditya.
I wanna make myself
Essay hee

We are naked when born
Choosing our place among forlorn ancestors
After death, a structured life denotes our span
Our modern thinking will not save the hunger pangs
For the meals are crisp, delightful as religious rites are

Born are we to serve our fathers
Who give everything to their fathers
Living a life of servitude
Never striding next to kings
What of the princes knowing no solicitude

We are only mere classmates
In a college of wisdom
Wizened by the plight of our teachers
To lead a nation or cure cancer
We are naked to ourselves, as we are simply accident-prone

If we linger on in this blue planet
Life most come to a tragic end
Where the followers of the chapel proceedings
Get the most out of this age-old tradition
Often divorcing logic from religion

"It's not that I'm missing her
Her words and soft voice comforted me
Blanketing the emanating hurt"
I tell myself

"We ended as friends but I couldn't ignore
What my heart felt
Nor what said the stirred soul"
I tell myself

Although we ended as friends
My body and soul aches still
When the heart longs to be fooled
I'm at a loss for words

I try to make a footprint, too big
But, it stops short of being too small
Like my small pleasant feelings, crushed by big people