In my life
Trenchant
Tests and timbre
Keeps me in harmony
With life's haste
Apps of my phone
Smarter than
Me in keeping
with
My heartbeat

Tragedy strikes the day
The dawn of an era awaits
But a rosebud's about to blossom
However, it shies away
Even at the light of day

Smile again
Fluttering on leaves
Fluttering through the breeze
Leaves are often withered
Giving home to birds of the same feather
Flocking together

Everyone is groovin'
Keepin' alive
Keeping fear out of sight

What's a bird that doesn't have boots
Looks like a flamingo that flocks
And keeps it's feet up
What's a clock that doesn't tick
That radio can't relate too
That's we look for Radio Free Europe and daylight savings
What's the paper without a President
Counting days when he leaves, ticking time bombs
The bombs' without a clock
Hey Bob meet Charlie
Meet Tango and cash in your walkie-talkies
Cute meet between people who think, it takes two to tango
What's an avian bird that doesn't congregate
A gourmet meal
What's an eagle without the snake's shadow
A prey to the Sun and Moon, the nocturnal death
The snake sleeps with his head in the bagging
The sagging berry that doesn't taste sweet
What's a bird without wings
Is the imagination of the intelligent intellectuals
Looking for talent among ambitious, some have mirages of migration
What's the boot without the footer
A shorter foot, with a missing boot of homeless beggar
What's a barber without a cut
A devil's haircut for the witty purging fearful man
In loathful Vegas lost in its insipid disease
Trees and the malls, the Palio that looks the same as the Patio
Sounds like Caesar's Palace in a word salad
What's rubber with a tip
Some pocket full of things
A change of style, and wallet of wads of cash
Paying for the dinner and the present commitments with the lady in the bleeding ceiling
What about the lights, the gumboots shine in these muddy fishnets

You came with the wind
So fast
The words were slower

Wrapped my gift
My mind's going adrift
Rapped on the door
Forgot to stub my cigarette
It's my in-laws home
I'm quite the idiot

It's dinner
Light's are turned down
Dimmer
Mmm
Dinner

So guess what?

What?

My crush texted me
"I've been thinking about hanging out, a lot."
Out of the blue
Without hint or clue

Then what did you say, girl!

Lemme, lemme finish first
So I reply, I haven't in a while
But, since it might be friendly not a flirt
So why not comply

Why not indeed, good on you
Then what

So he says well
I had to go buy some things for mother's party
We can perhaps catch a movie
Instead

I thought splendid
So asked him when will mother buy the return presents

Then?

She's coming with us to the date
And he didn't ask her to leave us 'lone, for ****'s sake

Can you call me
At least attach yourself
To the phone
Till you hear me
Breathe my thoughts
And live by my words
While I recede on the phone with a stranger
Arrange my life
As I grow deranged with my progress
My head bursts like a comfortable sofa
With an equally livid old ******
Sitting on it and laughing about galaxies
Wishing the science worked and the acid killed him
Haha

Wonderful
A piece of paradise
Window sill plants

I broke my toilet
And my narrative
Humor was profound like the war

You hold hair
Gracefully, educating
My promise to be positive too, hugging my head

Bluer waters
Landscaped greenery
Greenery catches you by the blues
And it shore waves at you

Hail the laborers at the mill, hail the jokers with witless tastes
I ain't going to work on any ordinary farm, of the ordinance and well-ordained
They sabotaged lifts and all walked but nothing was gained
They huffed and puffed and blew themselves to absurdity
They planned and plotted only to see boredom engulf the crowd
Ne'er to do the foot-slog, ours is to laugh at the Wigan pier
What is idle rest, I laid my hay long ago and made my peace
With the catatonic curses, and scatological invective

If the mill laborers know what I know
They will see wasters working hard to make more waste
For theirs is to work and fret, berate each other and work
From birth till death to ghosts already remembered
Above the antique mantel
An educated mind would entertain the thought of numinous reminiscing
An excellent habit, to focus at the elephant that cumbered the room
The dearth feeling that was filled with scarcity, memoirs lay strewn

Like the law and edicts, that flustered the mind
Clinton and his economics liberalized my mind, but, piqued the market
I read these in papers of the age of dying punk, and gregarious bylines
Witty writers pen their names in bold, on pen and paper meant for the literate
A kind spirit lies in the artist within
Reminders and unneutered plants are willfully disregarded, with the milk untouched
Spiritualism is stolen from my doorstep, sold to ragamuffins and rapscallions

Exchanged for the dream of more reading, with an understanding of the antiquated climate
Dostoyevsky, a small-time Russian who stole the hearts of many, living by his word
Told us of crime and punishment, with a large intelligence and deep heart
The darker the night brighter the stars
In the empty sky, I offered my confusion
Failure is not our punishment for laziness, its other people’s success
It’s our hunger that floats on the surface of other’s hatred, more like oil and water
Russia was a bed of gelid ice, unable to tell the approximated difference
I make approximated decisions with calculated assumptions, and all my dreams turn to ashes
Years past, and this knowledge brought me peace in my last try at catching the sky
Catching falling stars, and preserving nature
Some poets of the fall, prefer the winds of change instead of sprig icicles of spring lust

You are the music
Of my life
That's why I turn you on
Just like the radio
Free as a bird
It must be stifling
In that cage
Sitting alone next to the window
And daydreaming
When you should be speaking like a child

The thoughts are provoking
Your necessitous thoughts that you collect
In your professing of love
And the kindness shared in the petals of the rose of the beauty so eloquently
The impulse, thoughtfulness and pressing matters of *******
They rivet in the circumstance of the talk of life
You make the population with your coitus
The flower of your love in the spiritual innocence
There is no old time sake, I mean the drink
The risqueness by which you hold those flowers
Makes if I want the same symbolism in my rich life
And if I thought about the past, it would be thrown like a sculptor's hand
Sullied by the system of marrying two concepts
The rose and the somnambulant feeling of your love
Keeps my love awake without the water
I'm sleepwalking into your trustful hands
The kiss would wait for a time
Sealed by a rose
Unwatered, wilting

Why are men essentially
Different from women?
Ask yourself as a feminist
If you would do unto a man
What man wouldn't do unto a woman
In that perspective, it becomes clear
That men and women are quite similar
We can restrain ourselves
Only that women are less restrained
It should be noted that emotions have a role to play
However, to assume gender empowerment
It is necessary to find similarities
Between each gender
Thus, we can live harmoniously
Unless male patriarchy is the ultimate hindrance
To feminine sexuality

The optimist is technical about his dreams
The realist is political about his philosophy
The pessimist is looking at the glass, wondering
The politician is sure, he will drink up the whole thing
Wings of fists should be hurled at these inns situated with flings
The banker is sure that he will follow the stars of confusion
When the houses crash like the ending of radicalism or shaking money-makers
Stringently, striding, stirred-up; I can't get enough
Staccato, semaphoring, please stop; was that you, or me
Stentorian or is it a voice, just a word that gives me sesquipedalophobia
Too many words, by now that why we should leave immortal institutions
Following Immanuel's Kant's words, he'd have a palpitating heartbeat, since, I generalized philosophy
I guess we let six days of fiction fly, why weren't olden people persuing
Reading their manuscripts, and making books by the 15th century
Can find me a couple of ordinary names in a book of deities?
Half-measures and half-wit got me nowhere
Arriving somewhere, as I arose to the departed memory of dying
I feel alive, this might be just the bird that flys
God, please do not fight me or make me slap myself for wanting more.
Since it's a Genesis' Ornithology, truth is only subject to philosophical argument, or religious extremism

If life's in motion
It'd be swinging
With my shifting devotion

I'd love to be on
A merry-go-round
Coming back full circle

The merry go-round and swings
All bring gentle minds to the same song

Tither there, where day rises like a mountain
Hither here, comes a tear from the eye of the fallen sparrow
The arms of the clouds envelope the sphere as hair do
So sad and so beautiful
If his hair were wires
Then they'd be most beautiful and black
When Earth will forget us
And we start neglecting mother Earth
Like lovers who have impediments of the albatross
Yet the freedom of birds lost in flight never making it out of the dead sea
So sad yet so beautiful
Such is the curse of looming love
That infects my foliage like a gentle blight
My Lydian weaver, feeding
I'm waiting for your divine providence, my lover

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

The flow of the water is harsh
When it gains speed
It's soft when it's stagnant on marsh
It's changed when the trees are burning as we speak
But, the water might drown us out and so will our mistakes
So, I'm precarious about cynicism
About time I find the right piece of me
In these broken places
Where there schisms and facsimiles of the same problems
My responsibilities are resonant with their yeses
But, my passions keep telling me to change-up
My pursuit is somewhere in between this mess

Have you heard the song
“Get off my cloud”
Who is it by

Takes a while to finally
Understand who meant to say this and why
‘Cause the first date makes you seem weird and shy
But whereas you are high
Blissfully high

On a cloud of thought
That relishes feminine company
But seeks individuality
If something is suffering
And that is the symbiotic alacrity
Of love at first sight

So please get off my cloud
I’m leaving
Goodbye

You’ll need the Stones
In your bag to get down
And for us to have another night on the town

Bob Dylan said in an interview
For the 1970 intentionally underwhelming album Self Portrait
That people need leaders more than the reverse point of view
And so do you
So get off the government’s property
Or they’ll rig the functioning of the military and bring the full force on you

Follow your leaders
Because with your political views
They think you’re blind people who can’t see the crowd
And are simply fireplace thinkers
But what about the people who have a bonfire which they share with heart
Instead of having a hearth
Get off the government’s property
Run from place to place and observe propriety for a start

To them we say go get a job
To clean our urbane streets
But they hope they don’t have to rob
Or get owned or robbed
So get off the government’s property
Or they’ll own you literally and party members will get you mobbed

They lay claim on all the money
Making everything taxable instead of free
For the poor who don’t even enter a tax bracket
And always lie and beg on the streets and cause a blissfully ignored racket
So please get off the government’s property
While we enjoy your money as you stay off the stock market

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

Compromise if you must
Leave people if you please
But, you must not please
Only left with the appeased the deceased sanity
Is leaving with the knowledge of despair
I sacrifice and some more
To desist you, I won't take your answer for the ultimate
Truth for two days
Seriously, could resist pint broken and teeth shook
The wars and the broken nerves cling onto you
Comforting you from the fear that you're not here
This place is only for us to tread without tears

He was found
Laying on the floor
Face down
With no note

Except for a cake made of rice
He had sent to his family
With a card saying that
He was sorry and here was some food

He thought they were after
The money
On the night he died
They were having dinner

While mother wondered when he'd be back
The child could see him right across the table
He was smiling
As if he was right there

Because I love you
I need you
Maybe, I loved you too much
I was meant to lose you

When love dies
Hate isn't born
Forgiveness is

If I travel through air like birds
If my love traveled through spirit
Rough barren land caresses thy seas
As rivers growing old and perennial
They would wave away the dust as war halts slowly
When desert met rivers
I found an oasis in your love
And an ocean in your heart without turmoil
That was the captain of my lost soul
This is the last adventure until I reached center with a ghoul
Until we both found gold under a still silver lining
Circumambulated and emptied into the special wraith, our love

If dust turned to dust
Air turned to air
And ash turned to ashen hand
Everything lives and then dies like ripe fruit that hath fallen
All love needs is a little love to climb
Seraphim, cherub send us blessings in the form of amorous verses such we imbibe
I love thee like a daydream that is puerile indeed
I love thee like a paralyzing nightmare that is the agony
I'd rather be hurt by you
Than untouch your love without your passionate appeal
Let us search pleasure anew
I have many sorrows to keep
I have many sorrows to keep
Before I find the verdant mildew of thy warm sinew

Gone in a fast second
Buried 'neath a train
Hurried in the breeze
I hope the rain never leaves this place
Ghost of time wanders
Hovering above the past
The memory of summer is jejune
With strands of the sea as hair
A coffin of a foreigner walking the thin line
Somehow peering through clever eyes
The ghost of time came fast behind
As easily as the past died away

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

Sweeping up your streets
Up to the sea, which run at the seams
Atleast, you listen to my pain
Listen to my past, billowing meandering black

You gotta enrich yourself
Inept or no good
If the food tastes good
You need to eat without a soup spoon
Gather your hands and shuffle
As you ruffle your wrists with nothing to prove

What's the time, my man?
They tell us that a fire
Is enough of a truth
How about I light a cigarette
It's the time to die, easy
Can you feed them
Or you think you'll stay in your mobile

Will you still eat your brown rice and seaweed?

Dreams
After
Dreams
Turn to nightmare

You have the silver
The gold in a mine
Your soul is alright
My life is yours
You are mine
Hearses wash on the tarmac canvas
I can't weaponize freedom
Or explain paradise
It is the feeling
Of being with your withering smile
That shines wistful and listless
Like the golden sun
Ill people walk the streets of gold
Looking for you

To me all girls look the same
The women who love having fun
Look as indistinguishable as each petal
On a flower under the radiant sunshine
But, girls become women
Dreams become reality
Everyone undergoes change
Change is constant
But, transformation is rare
Girl, you'll be a woman someday

You cannot overwater
A plant because you missed a day
And expect it to grow
The same way

It's just like the night bled
Trying to keep the stars so quiet
The moon is locked and in dread

The vault of the sky tries to deny it
The rain can't be felt
Only the music can be heard in footsteps

Moonshine sails away
How far it is, it is lost
Even if you have a cloak and dagger

You can't tell who caught the stars
It is the fear of days turning to dust
That I finally woke up

I knew nights like this
Did not come around often
It all started with a phone call
Telling me, I'm home alone
Only you deserve me
All of this uttered from some soul
I glorified long ago

Cold December night, I think
If I look closely, the streets of Delhi
Were streaming with clouds of foggy
Moonlight that curled into an endless steam of tea and romance
The kind of fog that covers the top of warm lips
Embraces the eggs lying cold desolate on a bachelor's tray
As I drifted out of my home on an empty stomach
My mind in a rumble over the row with my Dad
I couldn't recall where I had seen those lights
That had turned yellow now
That day, I bought a cigarette in haste
I remember because I got it on a loan
The vendor says,"It's alright. You smoke all the time."
I could hear the humdrum of my heart yell to an unrecognizable roar
Not a dull one, straight from the lion's den
Maybe, I might die soon enough before I pay him for the endless cocked lighters and cursory cancer sticks
I rushed into the Ola cab, bought some chewing gum
Condoms for the bedroom
A matchbox for the road
Her kiss was in my list
The cab driver says,"45 mins, boss."
"Can't you go any faster?"
"Well, the traffic is what you see, what you get."
Man, gaining my manhood would take a lot more than fights and nerves of steel
It would need *****
So, I let out a projectile of my lunch out of the car
It may have been those ******* eggs for breakfast too
Or the ceaseless music love run carefree

Anyway
So, I reach the door
There she is
Bright as a pale morning
Welcoming as a hug in summer
We made love with some haste at first
Until, the kissing started and we ripped our clothes
To reveal what was inside
Seemingly patient
Waiting for this day to begin
Ending sooner than a tornado on an ocean
Surmised by a whirling rain of Monsoons
Misty as the howling wind on Tuesdays when the car goes for a spin
Unshared and undiscovered by two souls
Who coveted and coveted
Only trying to sift through the essence of youth
All I discovered was, the old man I left back at home
The mother I left weeping
Never expected me to do things so recklessly
As I lost her in the end
Unwilling perhaps, the trains kept coming
And I could not stop myself from
Setting foot on the last one at midnight
All of them strangers

Climaxing but polluted
Head in the clouds
Look at me
Clouds closer
to grace
in the eye of the beholder
Their's beauty
Bolder than the blackness
Is the polarity
Of you trying to do
More for reality
Society slowly
Breathing
Breathing slowly the truth
Of Damaging Industry
Climactic change
has caught our towns
By burning papers
And cut trees
Seem to age well
Understood
They cannot bleed
The tree covers the canopy
Of the Sun bleeding through the tree

I walked into her apartment, her hands I held
Her hands were boney, sinewy, and weakly curled
Around mine
She had a good life

Among the lamp shade and sewing tools
Carelessly strewn, I held her head on mine
I cried out my lungs
Imagine my surprise when she spoke

She wanted to live
Because life was full of passion
And friends should not be set aside
For death can always sit beside in silence

Her scent filled the room
Fragrance that reminded me of fresh air
The windows were open
She had let out a sigh with rising sun

Her eyes twinkled like the oceanic green
Stars paled in comparison to such sheen
Death never looked so serene
On a face

Some love the boys
Some love the beach
Some love the sun
Some leave the sunshine behind
Some find it in moonshine brands and goblets

I read the newspaper
It was a habit
That was inculcated when I was a youngster
They said you could sell them as bundle
I got a couple of rocks
As I fit them in the trolley
Nobody noticed that I had tricked them
My mother reprimanded me
As I kept looking for a reprieve from hunger
Now I follow the world's footsteps and don't worry

The ringing drums
Keep the bells
Of the salvation
Tolling in the temple
Of fog

Be kind
For those you meet
May never know kindness

"You're blocking the light."
She said laconically
God replied,"Sorry, I think I was being shortsighted.
Here you go."
Almighty doesn't move
"Thanks" he approbates

I look at the simple things
Keep the complexities in my mind
To conserve my doubt, and move forward without looking behind
In the shadow of death, drop on the counted spells
Conserving God in magic, it's his state of mind that dreams horizons