bakes the day                                        
corpse human   naked to nature
brewing humid importance
sleaving off psychological impotence
busy  
with library returns

this frozen shore     calls me tourist               
followed by money grubber and whoremonger
  then reckless looter and polluter
names me hazard   and spits on me
it squeaks and whines                                                    
pops bubblewrap   and grinds polystyrene
jarring and wincing my ears
nature has called me out                                                
it fires at me                                  
                      with a list of my species crimes
the pudding's in the proof
and i'm left simply unable to be a recluse
in the company of
                              this frozen winter shore

Alone, Alive,
In the midst of skies,
Sat my soul fed up of lies!
Searching for truth, in starry eyes,
A reflection of hope, to dispel the disguise.


Amidst the shimmering starlight,
I saw a bleak dark sky,
As if it wished,
To hold me tight.

The roars were high,
The stars? they glimmered  bright,
But ah! That sky,
Why did it caught my sight?
For in its depths, a secret slept,
A mystery that my soul had kept.

With utmost sigh,
My heart, pounding high,
I dared to ask the bleaker sky,
"You're dark, you quiet,
You ain't alike the rest of the sky,
But I wonder, why
I'm lost into your sight!"
The sky replied, in a whisper low,
'Your soul is drawn to the secrets I know'

"A forlorn soul has no secrets you know?
What secrets to keep?
When you know them all,
But they all, know you
But do they really know you?"
The sky smiled faintly, with a hint of pain,
'Your secrets are safe, but the truth remains'


Some truths these days,
Are a sorry sight,
Be truthful,
And you'll have no friends,
Be untruthful,
And you'll have swarm of fans!
'Honesty's a luxury few can afford,
In a world where lies are the popular chord'

The drummer no more
Drums tunes of truth,
Since, the crowd gets good,
With the  sheer untruth.

Why Blame the Crowd,
Why Blame the art,
When the devil and demons,
Both reside in our hearts?
For in the depths of our souls,
a battle rages on,
Between the light of truth and the darkness that's grown.

To sail through the darkness,
Takes a lot of tides,
Hence people are good,
At its piercing strides!
"And though the darkness may seem to prevail,
The light of resilience will never fail"

Why can't we light,
Our lamps of hope?
Our lamps of courage?
A faith to cope?

The fear is in us,
The fuel is in us,
When we are our dawn,
We are our dusk?
When we are the universe,
The universe is us?
Why can't we be,
What we are truly should be?
But settle for less,
And don't set us free?

"For in the depths of our souls,
a spark remains,
A flame that flickers
with the light of our true selves' reign"

To blow a candle,
Needs little hope,
To burn it all,
Needs a brain shallow.
"For in the blink of an eye,
a spark can fade,
And in a careless move,
a world can be made!"

It was you to decide then,
It'll be you who decides now,
They knew it then,
The'll know it now,
Then why not do,
That's best to do?
"For time may change the circumstances,
but not the soul,
The choices we make,
will forever be our goal"

'Arise, awake,
You forlorn soul!
This world's a dais ,
And you're a hero,
Who came here with nothing,
Who's gonna go back without anything,
Then why not do that's best and supreme?

The greatest prize,
Is the breeze you breath,
The water you drink,
The food you eat,
Your healthy body,
Your happy people,
Who make it worthy.
Your happy soul,
That makes you free

And one fine day,
When you're done with your plot,
You'll get that heavenly call,
Anywhere, anytime
Aptly on spot,
And you, human soul
Will yet again,
Be 'Nothing'!

Hence do yourself a favour each day,
If you should and must,
Till the day you stay,
Tell yourself it's not bout fright,
But how you end up things in delight
Ever truth,
Has a darker side,
Every lie,
Not gleams that bright,
Give yourself the best you can give,
'Before you die,
…live!'
Before you die,
…Live!

I’ve always looked at birds
with the sort of jealousy
that can only be felt
by a creature who’s stuck to the ground.

I’ve clawed at my shoulders,
I’ve left welts on my back.
Still…
There’s no wings to be found

Wishing for bones
that are deft and hollow,
while carrying ones instead
filled with blood and marrow.

No feathers protrude
from beneath this skin.
Just a humanly ache
that the birds cannot borrow.