How could you be so kind
As to leave me with an
Awkward shoulder hug
And a word that never was?

they burned acts 21 just to feel closer to enlightenment,
they danced on rooftops so they could feel the light of stars,
if only though a telescope.

at the moment of lost translation there is no hope for
western civilization.

and here i gather my sandwich in deep thought.

Dear Mithila,
The mother of my children,
the love of my life
.
Yes, this place doesnt have wine
so no i havent been drunk

Heard my grandson's prayers,
you've been ill.
Heard you dont even go to the stock market
all day my wife is still.
I met your insurance contractor
And oh! is he a fine entity
he still bestows his powers upon me

My dearest Mithila
Loved you i have for seventy years
And ill love you till seventy eternities more
Our dead son, opened the door
and this place we reside is warm
unlike the winters where i went to the storm,
and blasted rifles in names of a revolution

The love of my life,
the mother of my children.
Teach our grandsons the song we sang
The bells in the market we rang
And let them ask if not pray
for their grandfather far away
Let not little grandsons of mine
forget honor due to evils of time
Oh! how i miss you dear
and oh, how i was wish i was there

You'll come in time, but understand
your wishes, my queen, were commands
but this wish i cant fulfill and i wont let the company,
wont let them take you like they took me
Stay! for my daughter still needs her mother
and my grandsons and granddaughter
needs to know of our love

Forever yours,
Madhav

The United States has not had a bearded President since 1893.

“We live in a shallow world,” she said.  
Our time’s limited and our sins are ample.
Our crimes are many, our loves are few.
People treat each other poorly and often miss their cue.

Society puts life on camera- we all must act the part.
No longer does character rely on a pure heart.
The best actors and actresses prevail,
The others subside to boredom and daydreaming.  

Liars know me quickly.
It takes one to know one, as they say.
Together we haunt the world and hunt for our prey.
We’ll ******* over,
Time and again.  

I’m an actress.
I do it well.  
I know what to say.  
I know what to omit.
My timing is impeccable.

The honest people love me
Can’t get enough.
They idolize me, look up to me, seek me out.
Those poor, weak, pure human beings.
Loving me is like loving Ecstasy.

I’ll make you see things.
I’ll give you highs you’ve never experienced before.
My lips are sweet and my words are intoxicating.
You don’t stand a chance.
You’ll fall under my spell,
You always do.

And then I’ll continue to eradicate my subconscious emotional terror,
Laying it all out on your shoulders.
You can take it,
You men are always so strong, after all.

You’ll bend until you break.
I’ll watch in silence with terror of what I have done.
There’s nothing left of you.
There’s nothing left of me.
We’re through and so is this game.
On to the next walk of shame.
My hands are shaking.
No love here- or there.
Maybe somewhere in between.

My hands are tied.
There’s no way out.
This is where I live
This stage of mine,
to dance and sing on,
In my mind.