After a session of intense love making,
                they concluded, life is a dreamy walk,
    through hazy days and smoky nights.
                In  days of youth, passing through, intense yearnings,
                            body is in a flight, often,
               to reach the unreachable, with no sense of the real.

         Having no wings,
                         body has to inevitably accept defeat,
           she pants and gets up, he too with a sense of loss.
                             The night has at last quiet moments
                they hold hands,with innocence,
                        of unspoiled kids, lust laid to rest, for now,
                  and then, as days pass they slowly realize,
                             stillness of spirit holds secrets,
                                     more valuable than all the riches.
*Life, now they come to think,
           is a self immolation,
              a sacrifice every being passes through;
on a slow fire of logs,
   love, lust, hate and greed,
ambitions and desires that
     become ash as day progresses,
some splinters of scented wood, sandal is very rare,
the rest cheap ones, that would turn carbon and ash.

Christmas died with Santa Clause
when I reached a certain age.
The magic revealed as scam,
the wonder now an act
maintained for the sake of form.

This descended, in my teens,
into outright distaste -
all the trappings
a failed attempt
to light a lost wonderland;
a decorated tree
incongruous and distasteful
as a chimp in a suit.

Anger waned,
disinterest set in,
and I merely wished to avoid it all.

But through your eyes
a miracle occurs:
Papa Noel, mistaking his season,
makes an Easter of Christmas
by rising triumphant.
A tinsel star becomes a true Polaris
and love,
for anybody's sake,
is everything.

Do it. Why not?
Let her down, let her fall into endless voids,
Where the sadness is deeper than all the oceans we ever knew.
You, who she picked up so bruised and broken,
Full of sad thoughts and kind smiles,
She needn't be your burden anymore
Leave her to find her own way out
Regardless of who dragged who into whose mess.
And she has been trying;
trying to remember what it was to be happy,
trying to release the heaviness,
offering exits through pierced skin,
swallowing the provided medication.
Sometimes she forgets,
forgets which pill when,
forgets to eat,
forgets to get out of her bed-fortress.
But I can tell you most solemnly,
She never forgets what it was to have you.

The crowd has waited since 5 am
there’s been much talk
about the discounts at 8.30
So there’s the long queue and this man
comes right up to the front
and the outraged crowd punch him, push him
and kick him back in line
but the impertinent man gets up
and walks again to the front of the queue
and the justifiably angry crowd
punch him, push him
and kick him back in line
but the determined man gets up
like Rocky
and walks again to the front of the queue
and again the no-nonsense crowd
punch him, push him
and kick him back in line
but the obstinate man gets up yet again
and he mumbles, like Rocky:
*“If these idiots hit me again, I’ll not open the store for 'em!”

My senses wonder how to find peace
among company not familiar
with the lightest touch.  
Even though I have written down
everything of which I dream.  
My words are not heralded
by the new age the same
because a pebble
means more to them
than a beautiful sunset's beams.

The youngest
seem to rise inside the walls
with no names,
disguised as sparkling diamonds
known as hope.  
I must beware of their winds
as they can overwhelm
the very air I cradle and for which I fight.  
Or, I may find my Heaven
has become absent
and that I have given up everything
I know to be right.

I could look straight through the glass
and hear the strangest voices ever
from my reality.  
And, I would want to know
what lies at the bottom,  
posing as flowers for my hair.
Still, I find there are wrinkles in my climate
painted on the panes of life,
numbed by “I don't care”.

If I tried to escape or perhaps fight
for what I believe,
would I be considered shallow?  
Could I still feel   the appeal of peace
or would I want to cover my heart in sleep?  
So, I watch the schemes
of those not familiar with the lightest touch
then watch them drink the wine
of what they reap.

My face is numb from smiling like I found the whole truth
My heart’s your tiny dancer, all pirouetting around its thoracic cage
All lit up like New Year’s Eve, all twirling and careless like a rich girl
If we dance slow I’ll whisper you something epic, a stolen Shakespeare quote
Cameras rolling over our shoulders for a glimpse at the panoramic love
Because it’s all about to happen, like a long awaited legalization, a celebration
I lay out a stage for you, an invitation to make me a star
Because you’re just so smooth, Smooth like it comes to you naturally
Smooth like you know something I don’t, like you have it all figured out
Like when you’re standing front and center in your slacks and blazer,
Seeming like you’re so much older
You wield our tender attention spans, and prey on my weakness for romance
Like only you know how to do.
My mind is your magnifying glass, faithfully interpreting every bit of you
I have seen in you my every need from the existential to the animalistic
I’m hungry anxious and unpredictable as unlit fireworks
I just wait for the day.

Less than a queen
she never would be,
the rules will be,
set by her, and others
have to fall in line,
she thought in her, inimitable
self centered way,
though selling it to those around,
had its own difficulties.
Soon she found,
that was not to be,
as the world has rules
set by its laws of movements,
so she fell apart;
he saw her from afar
getting ready, putting on
her space suit, to take off,
without a second thought,
to a parallel universe,
she once detested,
now found attractive,
as she thought it's easy
to curry favour,
the denizens, they will fall pray
to her quick fix charms.
Would she be aware
of the black energy,
that lurks everywhere.
"what else can one say
now that you have decided"
he told that himself.