Does he. You know.
Know what I mean?

Smile with weight and pride.
Throw away your keys.
Walk like invisible music is playing,
somewhere close, by your side.

Choose an ugly flavour.
Rule from an alien territory.
Stand amidst traffic, let it pass.
See an ant dying, save her.

Throw up, spill a secret, cross limits, and.
Smell a whirlpool forming.
Hide behind a curtain.
Die in no man's land.

Elevate and stay.
Use your nerve and bone.
Because, when you see from up close,
None of your life, is your own.

In a poem written with simple words, twisted meanings.
In a bottle green sweatshirt.
In yesterday's newspaper's folds.
In a skipped heartbeat.
Behind bars of visions. Of dreams.
In the shadows behind a door.
In an old note about love.
In a distant friend.
In a yawn.
A camouflage.
In a flawed reflection.
In a world, where,
I cannot be spotted.
where, I wave for a life jacket,
and, they say - I can get lost.

Feet, bare and blistered, skin- tanned and tortured.
age- sparse but spent,
On the road to misery.

Is it so hard to care?
Share a sip of our drink, can't we?
Will relieve that soul that ran dry.
And humans for goodness sake, we claim to be!


Feelings- heard and unheard, heart- broken and trampled,
trust- built and collapsed,
Leading to death - now literal.

Is it so tough to not remain oblivious?
To not know how it feels,
Not like the Sun never turned away from us,
But only a human could empathise, and only humans could heal.



Senses- worn and withering, gait- slow and painful
Life- lost but left
Fading to a lifetime of memories.

They were family since you could speak, and walk,
and eat and grow up to be,
on your own and  up till you could mock at them now,  
Won't you be family, when it's your turn at it?