The tears keep rolling
down as mind
sabotages my joy.
I drown into the
pools of inky fear
to save what is
left of my mind.

Your presence,
gets me high on you,
as you drive out me blues.
The more I try to
abstain, I can't.
The very sight of you,
makes me want you more,.
The rush in my body
matches none when
you're there.
My morning tonic,
the breeze during rain,
the sunset enhancer
and finally the one
who watches me fall asleep.
You've become a constant
in my life, without which
I'd die.
And that's for you,
Chai!

The
      acid
             drips
                     down
                              my
                                   throat
                                              as
                                                   I
                                                      think
                                                                of
                                                                      you

The little drops dance on my roof,
while the frogs sing akin a silly goof
as tiny fairies hum their hymns,
as the lakes flow with my whims,
while I enjoy nature's little spoof.

The night is young
and I am stung
with the unsung
melodies from my lungs.

Drifting is the moon
like a silver spoon.
She begins to swoon
to my icy tune.

The mundane creeps into me,
as I try to wade away ashore
with my precious sanity.

The rooster's asleep too,
like me at daybreak.
Yet I drag along, nevertheless.

The screen's my public now,
and home's my ever-morphing
dreamland, that never ends.

My limbs yearn movement,
lungs yearn the breath of freedom,
minds crave the travels.

The dreary present dawns into me,
as my heavy eyes drift into
the lands unknown, unvisited.

The eyes have made their way back
once again, to pry on what I lack.

The eyes open wider as I undress
the layers of old skin that I won't address.

The eyes skim on each hair
that stands up as I lay bare.

The eyes that once died have resurrected again
to see what's in store for them to gain.

The eyes drown in opportunities,
as they fail to see their inner mutinies.

Yet, their eyes never dry out
from their bed of lies from which they live out.

All I want is unsolicited rays
of the sun in the break of dawn,
the rain in the arid soil, a long
awaited peace in chaos.
The stars in the night sky,
the wind that soothes my eyes.
The rare in the common,
the unexpected prize for
a phase of silence.

As I close my eye the soul awakens
as the travel begins into the unknown
visions of the path ahead.
Waltzing to sonatas of Mozart,
Down the alley of the lake of swans,
Where I float to Tchaikovsky with the
ballerinas, twirling to the rhythm
till my heart get fulfilled.

The infant peers out,
of the window
as it soars high up in the sky.

Introduced by those,
who beget her,
into the land of opportunity.

the years passed by,
infant to toddler to a young adult,
cradled by this lavish land.

The memories with her folks,
the life engrained in her blood,
as she prepares to soar.

With a heavy heart,
she vacates her second
home, with hope for better.

Alas, there she peers out,
of the same window, for the last time
as that life becomes a memory.

My eyes swell,
As I dwell,
Upon my fears
With shears,
To cease the shivers
That flow in rivers
Of untold stories,
Of hidden glories

Throwback, to those days,
when you held me
close to your *****.
                                                                       With your tender voice,
                                                                        care and kisses all over,
                                                                        as you lull me to sleep.
Your withered hands,
filled with devotion,
Now entangle with mine,
                                                                       As I sing your lullabies,
                                                                       While you pass on to,
                                                                        the greater beyond.

The voyage to my soil is long ahead
while my fire still burns in my mind.
Pirates that dwell in the murky waters
sleep with one eye open,
to loot the treasure of
my destination they can never reach.

To the oceans I sail on, I have a last wish.
When they shoot their canons
towards the timbers of my ship
that I sought to build with all might,
swallow me in with my ship and all
before they shiver my timbers.

Lest they get hold of my honour.

The lush green blades,
pierced me with shades
of heaven, as they swayed
in the wind. I stayed
to see their dance,
and with every glance,
my heart rejoiced
as they carried on, poised.

The lilies bloom in these
Murky waters fuelled
By the pristine dreams
Of mine that brings
A smile on the eyes
Of the beholder that
Lurks in these waters.

Find me at the cliff end ,
Where the roots bind me,
To the ground .
My soul dreams of plunging
Into the foggy mist ,
Into the freezing water  

Fell for the snake ,
It poisoned my soul,
Left me in the dark ,
Cursed darkness.
The plague of mind that blinds me with doubt and hate .

My soul demands a purgatory,
From the dark .
It yearns the euphoria of life .
The roots remind me ,
Of my past euphoria ,
Well before the plague.
It must go, before it finds its roots in my veins.

Catch me if you can,
Among the innocent clouds
Of the skies of my mind;
Before the looming darkness
Thunders them down
With cages.

Why do these skies seem clear,
while they hide rain clouds
that house the impending thunders?

Destined to rot away
in  woeful echoes that stay,
the promises left behind
burn my guts ,unkind
like your words for me
as I fade away the tree
of the dreams that I build
to be just be slid
into the pigeonhole
that they earnestly patrol.

The distorted reflections of hopes
turn golden with an air of dope
through each line I inscribe
on the face my life, alive
through sickness
and by darkness.

The salted whispers
Run through me,
As I dream of the
Inevitable gore,
Of my fears.
That flood
My mind.

Before the last sunrise,
Embrace,
The loveliness of the world.
Enjoy the way their
Cherished trails of euphoria,
While you transcend,
Through the fleeting life.
Remember the cherished
Loveliness,
Before you embrace,
The soil forever.

The conversations go on,
With the four walls,
As it dampens the silence
Of the isolated winds,
As I dive into them.

My smile was my flight,
while it was your fright.
The year of ambitions piled on,
as you prayed it begone.
My foundations of hope,
was beyond your tiny scope.
My soul and mind that governed me,
was the threat to your state of monarchy.
The steps I took for higher success,
made your mind filled with abscess.
The thought of my mind's own executions
was beyond the apparent permissions.
The sky's a limitless flight,
unlike your pitiable plight.
I have risen from your filth,
and left you with your myth.
I hope you grow out wings,
and fly away from your strings
of insecurities that taint your soul,
that once to me you sold.

The mirage of the naive sunsets
dawns upon me as the debts
of an unknown world
presents the swirled
twists that lured the mature
to manifest its charm to endure
the gnarly waves of emotions,
the winds of commotions,
the thunders of  freedom
for executing the wisdom.

The veils of innocence
revealed my ignorance,
that remained hidden
as I explored the forbidden.
The roots remain nurtured,
for I shouldn't get weathered
in the calamities of the times,
that may wipe off smiles.

I sit by the window
as I sip my coffee,
and celebrate our joys.

I imagine that you will
come home with the sunshine,
but your coffee's gone cold

Fatalities turned rampant,
Felonies a usual.
Voices unheard,
Victims lay fallen.
The hypocrisy unfolds,
They hide from their lies.
Affluent cocooned in bubbles,
Anguish spread in commons.
Tough we ought to be as
Time's run out

Or is it?

The days go by,
as I carry on,
in this mundane
reality
of the burden of toil
and shards of turmoil.

Amidst this,
spiked, is my mind
of longing for something
lost in the passage
of time, a memory.

A want for sanity
amidst the rampant insanity.
A path to a place, a home.
As we wound ourselves,
from the ambiguous predicament.

If I held on, would you have stayed?
If I never stopped the talk,
If I never stopped waiting,
If I never stopped believing,
If I never untrusted you,
If I never stopped dreaming,
If I was never in the uncertainty,
If I never was scared and insecure,
If I never feared the strings of the bond,
Would you still hang up on me?

They've become cumbersome
as I hang my head, ashamed
for insecurities are inflamed.
Once again I succumb.

The inflamed bouts of worry,
keeps my mind in a pause
as the devil draws its clause,
of feeling happy in the sorry