You know I'll love
With an impassioned love
And a childlike innocence
Now, rest my child while my passions follow adult me

Wild and free
Wondering through
The pressed fields
Of trees
That should have been there
To hold guerrilla hats
Yesterday
Left with the search
For innocence
Intermittently
Overcome
With mature loving
And empathy
Too

If I wanted to fight
I'd bring a gun
A memorable experience
In between us is too much
Like a loaded weapon
That's cocked like a kiss
A safety that's gonna blast
If I'm too close
You pry my heart
You forget your danger
If I'm too close
You forget that we are pretenders
Strangers in the night
So, for once let me seek resolution
To call you and bring on the night
Nuggets at 8
And Pepsi, maybe

You look into yourself
It makes me so wild
That I can talk to you finally
You are so guilty
If I ask you stay
You wilt and die at my request
I exist to you
Miss

You can't lock your brain
So, I know I'm always on your mind
At least let me in your heart

The blackbird sings
As the winter brings
The white snow and you

You planted
Wildflowers
In fields of sorrow

If you only would fill
My shoes
I would tap dance under the starlight

Every artist is an intellectual
Until
They get nervous

The rivers look
Alive
Rainy day

The birds
Are singing
Maybe

There is a
Bead
On a dewy bud

A fly
In my closet
Cannot bee

The streets
Are full
I am lonely

The sacrifices
You make, mother never grow old
But, my excuses do

Sunflowers lead us
Toward the direction
Of light, please don't pluck

Ever since my wife died
My well
Hath run dry

I guess you love me for sentiment
That's why I think I can live forever
But, let's begin from the start

The heaven for us, we'll share and nurture
For I know that's it is love and much more
Maybe, its why I adore with all my heart

Your innocence and beauty
So different from one another
We share something that grows

A wise man
Questions his own ideals
A fool worships them

Just because I say Hello
Means I'm comfortable saying
Goodbye

In the eye of the storm, the waves ****** me aside
I simply trust nature and lose track of time
Holding my hands, praying for a fire in the distance
Or does my fire come from within?

Yet, a sudden chill comes up my spine
A hollow voice from my cowering throat signifies
The promises of a towering Captain Abe
Is it my place to lead the way?

Soon the sea will ring the knell on us all
I hold my breath and savor the deep blue
Will it hail whilst I sleep with the crew?
Tis' not a night of doubt, but to survive till dawn

I might go out, clumsy as a palace on wheels
Appreciative of the placing animated expressive
Nature of your breathless, that just makes me die with a smile
Happy with his belonging, peace is his song
Dancing with the longing, the longer you wait for you dance
Dance away, without my words to guide you through cloud alphabets
Spanish palhabra, luminous limerick
Chinchin, chinchilla, minutes in Piccadilly
Square for a hamster on the turning of the changing wheels
Changing squares, and townships travel in a couple of quarrelsome
Steps of a poet, little honest about the footprints mistook for shirking persevering people

I love your face
Your kisses
Matching the traces of red
I look forever
For a girl in a small world

They say my love is too big
For this small world

When I first met you on an afternoon
You were sitting in a little cafe
Smiling gently
With your eyes calling to me

You wanted me close
Holding your hands too
Gently kissing your nape
Placing your jet black hair to one side

You'd bring the cup of latte
To your ruby red lips
Thinking of my mouth shift across your shoulder
And quiver and shift in your seat

I can see it in your trembling hands
You wanted to spend a little time
Unzipping me with your mind
Clutching my hips, bringing it closer to your skirt

Letting me pull apart your *******
And stroking your thighs
I pressed my lips harder as you took off my t-shirt
Grabbing your legs for this wild ride

Placing your arms on my shoulders
Sinking my teeth in, letting it all slide in
You can hear my breath grow louder
Inside you, moving with a steady rhythm

It only lasts minutes, it feels like an eternity of pleasure
As you breathe, heave, and sigh
The cup almost falls out of your hand
Thinking about me this way

Bra undone, makeup's a mess, and it never felt so good
With my scent on your skin
Your lips redder than a rose
Cheeks blushing pink like a cloud in autumn

Leipoa hänen kielletty
Mies persasiosoden keratimissen
Hanen cuppi kakku ei laitsu laklu kiinnostunut asut
katilo poisse, ei pois

Her hair sits
On her face
A bodice of ice
An eye of glass
Behind lurks a fire waiting
To be put out

Much like love
Makes me happy
So does friendship

Trick or treat
Half of Africa
Doesn't have food to eat

No more vibrant bazaars with vegetables lined across carts
No more shouts of vendors piqued with anticipation for the day's sell
No more selling of fruits and poultry to the hordes of families lining near a mandi
I must be on the wrong street, my memory fails me.
No more spices being sold for a day of solace from the midnight cries of a mewling child?
No more rabble of vendors that belong on fields, away from home and from their wives?
Is this even Delhi?
Oh! Look a tricolor map on a desolate stretch of empty push-carts
Why does that torn flag that unites us all hang low in humility?
Where are all the people of the city?
Is that my India putting on a broken disguise?
The only thing holding me together is my dignity

Some learn from life
Others learn from their own mistakes

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

Wearing red dresses and rad heels
That bring morality to
Importance of my lessons in safety

Flying paper planes
Erasure mornings on trains
This planet is on the wheels of the Solar System

Hidden by the light
Showered by the talk of sunrise
Your pages welded with mine
In this book of utopia
And ideologies inscribed in the natural order
In the new order of the natural world
The rebels of the false positives, do not understand doves fly on wings of imagination
Like imago unhindered, really
Then maybe you're blind
And you need a pill that you can't take
Or is it a seed of doubt in your own reality
The years have been absorbed into you, and your fight's over
And revelations are at an end
But, you've learned than you haven't from anything
Out of thinness, there comes some inference
Of the thoughtful thinking, you do for my sake
And I'm disillusioned by my body reliant on a couple of images
Perceptive in nature
Judged by a scion
Above the dove of my imagination
How is that possible?
Be shapeless, my friend
Be shapeless like the water that reflects
Look at the moon and stars
Concentration is emotional content
Is something worth rhyming within this concept of emotion
Can we be boring again?

I love cups of tea like twigs signing to the air. Swinging to and fro with nothing to care. I like women and wooing them with cups of tea and woollen mittens to amuse them. They ask me to hold their fingertips as they shoot moonbeams from there lips. I like cups of tea that need to be caressed by rudimentary teeth on ruby lips. I like sipping cups of tea peacefully as I shape my hands around that ceramic and dream of rivers of jade. I like dreaming of celadon too as it reminds me of the emerald ring that I bought for you. Where I proposed to you in the coffee shop. Down the hall where the best mind knew the best friend I knew I had found my worst critic. I wish love could last as much as my liking for cups of tea. I like cups of tea because I love peace as angels sing and chant cantos in some silver Oak. Where we look for spring in the perennial winter. Your arms around are like winter twigs holding leaves that may fall soon. My memories are weak and a week old. My memories are frail and untold. I love cups of tea as you can tell from my hate for coffee.

Take me home
Keep me from the
Moon
As it lays on it's *******
Amidst the stars and the mist
Covering
The Crescent smile
Hazy and fuzzy

Your ego hurt
Your vagueness
Still haunts
Somehow these lies and these shadows

Don't remind me of the darkness of dystopia
A crazy nation always to the end
Apocalyptic isn't it if had an atrophic heart
Breaking louder than bombs

The streets rife with your memories
The cars collect all your people in your life
Hijacked by the acquaintances in your life
You've lost your son

And you fell down like an empty
Empty pricked balloon
The stress haunted your dreams like tireless tension
That pulls you apart like a rubber band

At the waist with a cummerbund
Becoming the best man felt like a dream
And the girl's gone and the scheme is over
You've settled with your mind games

That you have to move on
With these right ways

If you think you have
Hurt someone
Remember, people
Never realize the difference
Those who do
Are the ones who have been heartbroken

If not for death
Life wouldn't come from within
To leave the soul
For something different

The alcohol drains into
Terse good praises, about the palpitating heart
A tense vein that is used to this intonation

I'm dancing in the moonlight
Because I'm sick of the
Summer of love

Love is so beautiful
That it can fill you
And take shape in those imperfections
But, it is also powerful like an ocean

Too powerful for a broken cup...

You are the reason
I tie myself to the past
And never make it past today

I can write better
My pen keeps my nose
To the grindstone
Sadly, the con of being blunt

Don't shed a tear for me
For I have no love
Don't cry for me again
For I have no I love yous for you
The revolution has jailed me
I am in love with the war
But I need freedom from the enemy
The enemy who will cry for me when I die
Just like the heart of the sun asks us to slave away everyday

It's a quaint feeling
Sitting by the fire
History forms underneath
Even
An oleaginous oil lamp
Dust dwells
Like brittle begonias
In the garden
Mapping
Out interests
Proof of theories
All leading to
Communicating secrets
Of enlightenment
By hiding in the light
Of the crystal clerisy
Away from the livid lies
Lividly lies
The fire and blood
That accompanied our stories
Unable to shed light on
Neo-classicism's darkest hours
Color became a question of chance
And in the end of race
There was only red

Your words are so
Beautiful yet simple
I wonder how my heart understands
That better things will surely come my way
You are the fiction that looms in romance