I'M ON MY HARNESS
OVER MY HORSE
RIDING INTO DARKNESS
TO A PLACE WHERE THE STARS CLONE
TO A PLACE WHERE THE COSMOS FADES
I'M RIDING TO THE VALLEY OF NO EXISTENCE
AS I RIDE THROUGH THE DARK DESSERTS
THE WINDS BLOW
AND THE SANDS FLOW
I DON'T KNOW WHERE I'M GOING
AS I GO THE STARS FAY
THE SKY FADES AWAY
AND THE TIME GOES OUT OF SWAY
LOST
I'M LOST
LOST FROM EXISTENCE
WITHOUT ANY REPENTANCE

MANY POEMS DID COME IN MY HEAD
AT NIGHT WHEN I WAS IN MY BED
POEMS ABOUT YOU AND ME
POEMS ABOUT US
BUT I DIDN'T WRITE THEM BECAUSE OF YOU
MY POEMS WOULD HAVE REVEALED YOU
REVEALED US
WHICH WOULD BE WRONG
AND DETACHED ME FROM YOU
SO I KEPT ON SACRIFICING MY POEMS
JUST FOR YOU
SO THAT WE CAN REMAIN US

Silence!
A black view,
everything  new.
A shooting star,
across our car.
Four eyes;
Wandering the skies.
Two heads,
out of beds.
Waiting to recieve,
something massive.
Suddenly!
A scatterring glare,
of a known hair.
Blocking the way,
of the moon's ray
Scatterring the sky,
in my eye.
A silky feeling,
around my face.
Moving my,
body's haze.
A sudden,
breeze moved her hair.
Letting the moon again glare.
Suddenly,
two shots.
Across our hearts,
flooding the road of our bloods.
We fell over our ends,
in the same trend.
That's how our lives end.

ALONE IN THE NIGHT
LONELY AND AWAY
THE MOON AND THE STARS
WITH ALL THEIR RAY
WATCHING ME GO DOWN
FAR AND ASTRAY
THE OCEANS AWAY AND
THE SKIES TO FAY
WATCHING ME GO DOWN
FAR AND ASTRAY
THE COMING SUN'S RAY AND
THE COMING DAY
WATCHING ME GO DOWN
FAR AND ASTRAY
THE NYMPHS ACROSS THE CAY AND
THE MERMAIDS UNDER THE BAY
WATCHING ME GO DOWN
FAR AND ASTRAY
EVERYTHING ON MY WAY
ALONG THE BAY AND
ACROSS THE CAY IS
WATCHING ME GO DOWN
FAR AND ASTRAY

STARRY NIGHT
WANTED YOU IN THE STARRY NIGHT
WAITED FOR YOU THE WHOLE NIGHT
THOUGHT I WOULD LEAVE YOU IF I LEFT
SO I STAYED
COUNTING THE STARS ALONE, BEFORE TWILIGHT
SEEING THE GLIMPSE OF YOU IN THE SKY

They are made by you.
So that they can defend you
So that they can stand for you
So that they can stand between us
But it can change fast because
Their standing for Troy didn’t last.
  
They are the walls……………

So what are they?
Metaphor for life hereafter
Or,
Just dividers
Or,
Maybe they are your limit,
that makes you a human, lower to God.
Why?
Cause they just stand tall to block you
from god’s view.
Well that’s all in a poet’s mind.

Maybe they are just protectors, barriers of privacy
But broken by lovers like.
So “walls”, they are just
            created to keep apotheosis
                    and
            Fragile to love.

Who am I?
the pessimistic poet sitting in the corner?
or
the guy making his life better?
well I'm what you make me.
actually you make the difference.
all the good times we had
the jokes we made
the cars we rode
the nights we made out
and the kisses we had
makes me better & takes me further.
but
the lies we told to look cool
the shyness we had
the fights we fought
the chances we missed
and the day you left
and now you are gone
make me the pessimistic poet
I am.

MY RENDEZVOUS WITH RAIN IS A DIFFERENT TALE
IT GOES LIKE THIS AS I TELL,
CLOUDS STARTED TO GATHER AS THE LIGHTS WANED
IT WAS THE EVENING WHEN THE RAIN
I NEVER SAW FELL ON THE RAVINE BY
MY HOUSE.
THE BIRDS ON THE TREE WERE THERE
AND THE SKY WAS EMPTY WITH NOTHING
BUT THE CLOUDS.
LIFE GOT FAINED
AS IT RAINED AROUND.
I WAS IN DELIGHT WATCHING THE RAIN
AS IT WAS WASHING MY  PAIN.
THUNDER ROARED SCATTERING THE SKY
SOUNDING LIKE THE SKY CRYING HIGH.
AS THE RAIN DRIZZLED BY
THE NIGHTJAYS STARTED TO COME BY
IT GAVE ME A NEW LOVE A NEW TREND
THANK YOU RAIN MY NEW FRIEND.

SMOKING
SMOKING CIGARETTES
THINKING AND THINKING
MY EYES ARE NOT BLINKING ANYMORE
MY HAND ON MY PEN
THE OTHER HAND ON COFEE
I FEEL CAFFEINE IN MY BRAIN
SMOKES ALL AROUND AND TIME PAST ME
I'M LOOKING FOR A PLACE WHERE I CAN BE
MAYBE AN OAK TREE
OR
MAYBE A NIGHT FOR ME
SUDDENLY LOSS OF THOUGHT
I CANNOT BE
I'M NOT A GOD , A DEITY
CAUSE I'M ON THE STRINGS OF GOD
FROM WHERE I WANT TO BE FREE