Is like having mushrooms
Instead of eating them
You get high
Going all the way in the bedroom

A tower
Rings a bell
Must be a guitar

Lovely seeing around
Today for me
Pure innocence
Blaming the ways
The way we parted ways
Like a lake
Flowing by it's reflecting man
With shallow understanding
Similarities stay

Let me take you to a world
A world without words
Where the fish daydream of sunlight
And have nightmares too

It is here where we find love and the lonely touch
Being so far yet so close
Lost in the embrace of the past
That lets us go every day into the welcoming arms

Of the future, away from hunger

I'm definitely going blind
I read the news and hear of pride
I'm proud of our undignified children
Placed in trenches, digging ditches
For the lost children

He calls us to hear the daily radio
The rest of the stories can be heard
In inscribed halls present in the colorful doors
Term ends, and a new semester begins
For the lost children

I'm definitely going blind
But, this might be the state of mind
In an educating time of hippie culture unabashed bashing each other on the whiteboards
Graffiti writes itself gracefully, subways travel like suitcases
These people don't belong here
For the lost children will never be lost again

The role of an artist is not to look away
I see people and their nature change, but, they're all the same
Man is a genius when he is dreaming of shelter from the rain
Some of these men have ambition, as well as intelligence
That gives them wings, and I cannot afford to hate anyone
As long they don't avert their eyes in silent judgment
We are what we do, then, by that logic excellence is something of a habit
But, what we wetlanders must do, is never hide the inner moonlight
Because that's where madness pops in blue limelight of ****** footprints
Snowy mountains and black white reels of cinematography pile up into digital from analogical death
Rebirth in the Phoenician death of epistemological numinous ashes
Spirited away by the talent of many, and ambition of too few

Cunting stars
Making moves
Trust me not
Counting the words
Lost in the fault

Abstention nor rejection, the distinction of her heart
Soul or soulless, my flight shall take me wherever
Flesh or fleshless, my heart will know fervor
As I finally leave a broken heart and ride in the galloping oceans, I shall wait
In the jet black night my body aches in pain and rejecting-oblivion

We never came here, our love was too unkind
Two people in love, the extras an escape
Our love became empty, shapeless, and blind
My lungs blackened by the poisonous heartbreak

Wondering where the streets
Walk through the night
Lost on a freeway
I hope the journey is right
I think this must be a lane along a sign
Hidden by the starlight and rain
Volleying my car through the road
I can't sleep with being uncertain
The cold moon is lost in translation
That shade of paleness touches me too
As I wander under the stellar sky
Three times, I text you,"I don't know.'
There won't be a fourth one
Since, your heart is printed in my heart
Like today being the backdrop for tomorrow's anticipation
My feet hardly leave your doorstep
My mind turns and turrets
Lost in translation
I wonder what splits the night
Into dreams and nightmares
Is it being lost in translation?
...love is a daydream I sleep on

So the music makes me speak
So the seldom spoken
Listens to you
Like wind storms meditating on onset of depression
Gloomy like specious doubt of better times, and the days change
Like that trembling hand that cuts the cake every birthday and every marriage
These are all numbers that can lose meaning after a while

Can you call me perfect
If you don't love my imperfections

I wonder
If I can get lost
In poetry
Then, I find myself
Everyday
A little more clearer
Than the last day
Like a lost poem

I feel like I'm using you
Using roses for the rest
Adapting to the amok
Beautiful is the sea in stormy rain
Don't call my name, don't break my poem
Into one, finding devils on the crossroads too
Riders on the twelfth note of the funeral rite
Femme fatale fetching pale looks, blue eyes read the red headlines
Finding they hath get older than angels of desperados, despair shadows rising on the mojo, searching looks in red herrings

You're hovering
And you think poetry sets you
It is just a car that drives by you like really quick
You're left with your hands in your pocket and watching
Chasing away the smoke and you might remember your progress
Thoughts are hinging on trees
Like the leaves that spar with the breeze oh so quick
You're left with your hands in your pocket and watching
Changing with the times and you might get caught up with your
The wind which everyone has ignored, yes, your destiny
The words that leave this exchange, are your own ideas
Winding clocks close to that effect of time
Trembling fears and the loathing can catch up pretty fast
Like someone chasing the sunny skies, and dandelions are a mirror
Livening, and the frosty snowflakes of your memories melt
With the pouring sunshine, make you feel like your soul isn't ice
But, there is a fire in some of us that, that makes me believe that there are many like us
Out there
Probably
Here where I live, maybe, I might take my chances, catch you soon my friends

I did not know her sadness
I cried and wailed, slightly amiss
Like a man in bad company who is blind
Now my heart looks for an escape

I got lost at the starlight
Wandering through the stars and the preaching crowd
Lost in the light

To remember
What can't come back
Like a anecdote
Which you have forgotten
As the ending escapes you
Love goes away
And so does time and tirade
My lady who rages
The dust that carries us
As our memory
Searches the vacant spaces
Of the soul

Your wings tell me
That you're an albatross in the sky
It's your profound pain
That tells me you're death's kiss

It's my past and heartbreaks
That tells me we're right back to love
But, the mistakes repeat again
Whispers echo in my soul and memories drain me


But, where are we going?
Something else tells me I'll find myself
But, not today
Today I like being lost in your arms

Every secret admirer
Every conquest is written
Is written avidly in your soul, and highly doubtful

Do you want to bloom on the mud?
Or have it easier on the ocean?
You will regret being on the surface
You can grow with me in marshes

I'll let you stay with me
He just wants to keep you
He'll touch you when he wants
I'll catch you when you fall

I know the guy, he'll never take you back
I can never let you leave, that's what I lack

Thin romance
Lost in your dreams

                                                         ­       Sips from the murmur
                                                          ­      Age like these daydreams

You've done this before
You've stole my heart and
Stolen my words, and left 3 words

Irrational feelings
Even a rationalist
Can fall victim to
And spend their entire life
Trying to understand it
Rather than absorb it
Like a red sky on the first dusk
Of autumn

I know there is
An answer
To every prayer

Praying
For time
For a timeless
Existence
I'm unable to carry my sins
To the next life
It doesn't make sense
I've forgotten my innocence
But my priest helps confess
He even laughs
Drinking wine
Understanding greed
Through loaves of bread
That's a person I'll follow
For life's steed
I'm infected by the seed
I can't
germinate
I can't ruminate
In this lost land
God's many plenary plans

If you're in pain
You're hurt
Not by stumbling onto love, but by skipping happiness
Take a leap of faith on, to the bridge of life
And you'll know life could better with a little love
Trusting people is that leap of faith
That is the power of knowledge, and what it offers
If I'm wrong, I don't want to be right
No one can be certain of the brilliance of law of cause and effect
Dedication, determination, the diligence that's the way of life and eradicating evil strife

I felt uninspired
By your charm
Inspired by your love

Love is a word
A powerful one too
Full of meaning
Some search for love
Some have found it
I'm yet to believe in it
Full of meaning
It can send electric heat
Running down your spine
And even signal an affection so kind
That it takes on a different form

Love is like water
Takes the shape of any vessel
But if the vessel is broken
It pours out
Till the person is left empty
It is full of soul
It is full of gold
It is enough to make a person feel whole

Love is enough to keep a person alive
When the winter last a little longer
Than anticipated

It is a knife at the heart
A gunshot from a shotgun
A blunt force to the back of the head
It is painful for an instant, sure
Except some have taken pleasure
In dealing pain like it is drugs

Love is a nasty word
It is full of feeling
Full of meaning
It is a cloudless sky full of stars
A sketch of the city on an empty canvas

And sometimes
It is a woman
And when that happens
Run for your life
Because she is a dealer
A knife twister
A dream killer
A person of substance
That you can't fathom

When love is gone
You'll find something different
That's why it is like water
Formless
Shapeless
Malleable
Goes through the ins and outs of vessels
And when your vessel is broken
You'll find beauty in the birds
Art in the trees
Kindness in the leaves
Affection in the blue skies
A sunny day will fill your life

Love is a word
That sometimes loses its meaning
It meanders, twists, and turns
Leaving a knot in your stomach
It will convince that you can write good poems
It will make food taste better too

It is a rhythm of life
When your heart races
Skips beats unintentionally
Whenever you look at the horizon
Or listen to a gorgeous jazz piece
If you bring some love in your life
I don't think you'll be disappointed

Love is like a city
Its inner streets are always empty
At midnight
And it is dark at the corners
Sometimes dingy too
But it is full of life
And virility

When you spoke to me
My heart fluttered
And birds sang
Butterflies flew in my stomach
Physics took a toss for the best

No more tears for the virulent girls
No more fears for the deplorable men
Only farewells for the women
And goodbyes is meant for the boys

Destiny has taken a turn tonight
Our paths will cross sometime
My parents told me to look for love
All I do is learn through tropes

The sky is as blue as your eyes
Your ruby red lips are found in the recess of the skies
Your soul is golden as the fleece of the sun
Your cheeks clench in stony silence now

I'm glad you are with me
How long will this last
Heaven knows, but hell awaits
So I am told

The war kept
Me in the ways
Of the world
The World
Kept me away
From my own
Memories
In the end
I was home
For the
Look
On my wife's unkempt face
In the 100 yard
Stare
Kept me shocked
Enough
Not ****
My cheating
Who I had learned
To love from a distance.

Crying in vain
It's a teenage flame
Never free again

I once thought you’d age like wine
At that time I knew it was going to be fine
You died
I learned that I cry
My heart went through too much wear and tear
Your life was already mine
Hoping we’ll be together again
Someday somewhere

Tied to your silken skin
I was obliged to be in sin
But you taught me love wouldn’t do me in
After I’d come back from work
We’d kiss
Always as far as I remember
Even when we were 20 years in

I remember your nervous ticks
I remember your style
As kept them within the four walls made of bricks
But towards the end you thought you’d die
If those walls would end up talking
I told you to love me and keep calm
Well those words
They felt like ice cream for the soul

Few months later we went for an outing
I thought it was safe
We went for coffee
Small steps for my only baby
But one day it happened
Something intercepted the intricate wiring of your astral body
That I had only touched once
I wouldn’t know if I had laid a finger on it twice

You felt it wasn’t worth living with your vice
Those were the old times
The conservative thoughts drove you to do the worst
Give into the nervousness
To squeeze the life out of you that was cursed

I don’t know whether you died of a weak heart or not
But I bet in your insanity you left me to rot

Sometimes in a disco
I find myself lost in the music
Immersed in the lyrics
Of the sounds
Like the wasps *******
from the nectar
Unaware of the pollen
Flower dances
In the love of creation
And nuance

If not for this moment
We could escape this winter
Never look back
At our sick, cold, and brittle bodies

If not for this hour
We could make the world ours
In a space
Trimmed from the flesh of time

If not for this insanity
The trees would welcome us
Their finger-like branches curling up
The autumn leaves

We can't rewrite history
Erase the inner conflict
So, we tear the pages of poetry
Breathing in the undying fire

Writhing under the touch
Crying and running chaste fingers
Through the river of the ****** souls
Savoring the havoc

We could stop and cry war
And complain
About how powerless we all are
To the heart

When I look at your face
I treasure this vulnerable soul
That has always needed your
Love

It's funny
How love charms
Love is blind and also bleeds
I wanted a woman in my life
Turned out that life
Was both beautiful and difficult
When love came to town
And I was single

The sun and the moon
In the same sky, not left out
In the cold darkness

Are you the kind of person who loves romantic poetry?
Are you the kind of person who loves recessing parts of rhythmic *******?
I wondered when your question would come in the form of poetic thinking if the feeling felt off
Did the left-wing ascend your very soul, or were you intermittently aware of your mind's pleasure?
The same hand that jerks around that thought of progression?
Is this just a consideration, or I am willing to say love is timeless?
Are thoughts without ideals, or are we free from our own inhibitions?
Did the second line shock you, or we expect to question from the thoughtful viewing?
That descended into ****** thinking around some form of critical reasoning?
Then, you aren't like me

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

Loving you gave me answers
To questions, I hadn't even begun asking
It is because I didn't understand the depths of me
And I didn't know pain could be so profound
That I had chalked out to electric impulses of the brain
Was actually love hidden in an unassuming moment

The cold hard floor
Is where all of us start
With no way up
We are lying in the dumps after all

Those of us who do manage
We get up, walk on
Brush the dust of our sleeves
Nursing our grazed hands, like a big cat licks it's wounds

Those who face life for the first time
Struggle to walk and stumble
Their feet go numb with every step
Because their legs, till now, were unused

Those who become used to the bottom
Take off their clothes and become naked
Again and again, showing an immaculate frame
Full of cuts and bruises because they are in love
With themselves

I love you
As much as a barrel of bread
A bushel of grapes
I love you
As much as I like talking about you
You are the car to my office
You leave my heart pounding
I love you
As much as I like that feeling
Of the visible changes
My silence speaks for itself

Heart as one, could we be honest with each other
Body as one, the body stops on free crusts of pizza
Soul as one, without pizazz telling us how to die with the triumphant
I ask you where do we add and make two?
Truth is a rudimentary thought, that lacks pretention, but, not imagination
Freedom gives us thorough doubts on war, but, brings peace to the children and rib-scares to adults
Adulation is panic in the livid dichotomy, do a little and there's entropy

I leave the crusts of the pizza, and that causes panic
Freedom of choice, kinda cheesy
Like all imaginative things, love is the flower let it grow

If I can respect you like I love ideas
I can conceptualize my defeat
And call it a concept that converses with inner passion
And pain is just a bough of cheap existence expensive as the taste of hashish
Perhaps we could certainly make do with merit and the Ides
Come to doorstep, march on my life and knock on door
Call me up fool from a brass phone booth, matrices
Trapped in the smoked police building we were unwary of the transient redness
Of her eyes brimming with such satisfaction, the many of the few features
All of my love in multitudes, my thoughts become a bit more than I can chew
Many for the few loveless ones

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

Its easy to say
That's you're in love
But's its difficult
I know you have fallen
Out of it
Completely
Its the sky that
Brings us thunder
And keeps the rain
In the eye of the storm
Like a boat in
The warm waters
Those waves are
Oh, so cold
After the torrents
Of broken clouds
Make their way down
We'll sail away into
The horizon

Time's in on my side
I can't get enough of the tridents, of the hour clock
Looks like the eternity is gonna be an hour now
Holding a bellicose rain in my palms, I know it's my own tears
These tears should haven't left my side, and out of reprieve
I can't keep feeling melancholy if the heartbeat skips at the sign of heat
These warm tears have remembered many of these memories
Journal of the black book, I don't know
I'm not sure if I can judge, the marching saints either
I find my sins in a cup of silver, gold's expensive ****
Flying like a trembling feather is giving me frickin' fever
I hope someone's catches on to my predicament, quickly...
Or I'll be hanging off the minute hand, like a sledgehammer
Bring on your best chances, with the possibilities
The lack of dreams make it my reality, that this must be a happy ending
In an hour's time, I might be your man in this beastly land