dreams,
let them float
to you.

don't try
to make them
into something
you wish
to dream about.

just let
the universe
decide.

The blistering sound of color
Slams the inside of my head
In the mourning land of water
I believe I'm actually dead

The staple of heaven is a walkway
Sketching into the ground
And the familiar temperature of midday
Drags you all around

The familiar scent of home
Brinks your own dribble
Of when you're all alone
In this imaginary scribble

But home is way back up
For you are purely mistaken
I guess it was just your luck
For hell has just awakened

I'll dive through
solid ice,
into freezing waters
to drag you,
up to life,
resuscitate
your sweet heart
with drops of blood,
hold you around
the waist
and squeeze
the salty sea out,
pollution swallowed...
rub your forehead
caress your ears
as you come to,
again a silvery spoon
to this bronze fork.
And golden are plains
to heavens least forbore.

Let’s take a pledge Now,
To keep our land neat and clean.
Even our authorities truly know,
We also dream, grow, live green.

We proudly craft the nation’s fate,
With unity, courage so great.
Also guarding the Nature's age,
Not just attract by MNC's package.

Peace, Sustainability, and innovation's flame —
These will uplift Bharat’s Name.
We stand together, with voices pure,
And make our nation's future secure.

It’s Viksit Bharat’s flight,
Empowering all to shine bright.
our economy must rise at top,
But first, let corruption come to stop.
- Saish Itankar

Only in dreams, a proof appears again;
A distant past, still embers. Whispers the name.
And more, rekindles flames, it melts my head.
A feeling, though fleeting. Fervor or bane?

The dread of knowing, you are only dreams.
Awake, I pine to fall again to dark.
A reverie to pull from my frayed seams,
And catch ablaze this lonely, long lost spark.

So now I ask, why you appear this time?
I try to find a meaning, logic’s curse.
Will answers be in me or you to find?
I’ll wait for which will speak unto me first.

I take your touch, your voice, with me to dawn,
Pretending they were true, although you’ve gone.
And patience will revive the warmth you bring,
That burns my soul to black, and makes it sing.

sailor man ties knot
leaves heart in San Francisco-
love dreams to return

flash back in a dream-
surreal haunting dark dream
cold sweat dry mouth wake

the things i could tell you—
they’re almost criminal.
but i only find your lips,
soft with ache for me,
in the quiet dark of dreams.
i carry you
like a wound that scabs
but never bleeds.

and if you were here,
really here,
i think i’d take the risk.
let my life fold in half,
see if you’d catch me
as i come apart
under your touch.

but i know you wouldn’t.
so i’ll hold onto
this fantasy for now,
praying that your flickers
eventually burn out.

Rainy days make me contemplate
What if I took her warm embrace
What if we shared our dreams and fears;
It is the cold that whispers,
Lonely tunes of an old radio,
Waking up emotions of faded hue;
The thought of you and me
How lovely would it be
If I could lean on your shoulder
As the weather turns colder.