It's where I sit and smoke
No joke
I find my head
So I know I'm not dead
When I think
On the brink
Of the sanity which I dread
I think of my idle Poe
Which helps with all of my poems
Some things I know
Others I don't
I think of everything I wrote
The things about a s*ty year
Where I found the reality of my fears
Am I crazy
I don't know
Is it bad
Ask Edgar Poe
Who wrote words that spoke to my soul
And broke through in clarity
"I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity"
In this line my true sincerity
I think about this in my serenity
As the white wretch
Upon his pedestal
My bench

If one day in the imaginary ideal future,
We get stuck by the rocky Konkan beach,
And not even a decent sand bed is there,
To you for resting my body I shall offer.

Waiting for the tourist bus back we talk,
Tired we are from taking the sunny walk,
The evening the sun we wish will balk,
Our neo-natal plans together we chalk.

We shall sit on the bench by the beach,
You'll then rest your head on my side,
In comforting you I will bear much pride,
About being one forever we did decide.

Then you will soon sleep in the evening,
I will watch our hands and even the ring,
Angel on my shoulder you'll be sleeping,
And me??? Oh, I'll just be calmly smiling.

The baby bump is now visible so happily,
I'll think of unique names for the baby,
Basis of our relationship is really lovely,
The healthy baby will be so very chubby.

Sitting on this small park bench
waiting in the winds while the trees undress
I look for a path that could change the past

All the words I speak are just continuous ideas I seek
Planning out my future like I am supposed to know who to be

Sitting on a park bench with the Autumn leaves
conversing with myself of what I actually want and need

Well I will truly never know until I succeed
but success is just an optimist of serenity
and sometimes even greed

So for now I will just sit on this park bench
with the calm and cooling breeze
Just being happy that I am me

I miss your sitting
             beside me
My hand in your hand
            holding tightly
Sitting on one bench
                       together
Warming ourselves
        2 cups of coffee
And that cold weather !

Telling things about
                   ourselves
Which are unknown
     To me and to her
Now uncared about
           coldness and
Persons coming
             and gone
Being first meeting
Seeing in her eyes
Busy in get- together !!