where love lays weeping
not every sleeping dog is
mine to wake, from lies

I don't lie
to waste my time
Proving something that's
easy for me to do
If you can't catch me
when I still care
You won't have a look,
a call, a text
That's fair
Once I exit of our
common thread
This makes it easy for us
to move on  
sans sentimentality
For I always give my
party every chance fair
to make  
dancing decision
Once all's said and done
it comes from deep
inside a wise heart
Unless yours aren't
in which case
you shouldn't be
mine

When the moon shows up
and the tide comes around
wild waves hit upon her
blinded sights and sounds
she gasps for lifelines
bobbing in whirlpool  
he didn't hear the breathless grasps
for crying out loud!
nowhere for righteous strife
he dug his graves with
immature misbehaves
drunken dreams has sunken  
even if compassion has cooled
she remains the great recliner's tool
loving herself
so she could never hurt others
time to put him out of source
and cast her last remorse
for mortal of his fate and force

Something in me has untied
heaven knows I've tried
battled, broken and cried
now I take the rest in stride
just quietly sat by his side

The great light of Gibran once shed
Between what is said and not meant
And what is meant and not said
Most of love is lost
I say hundred percent
Be bold, timely and clear
Express intent and excess prevent
Make that part of life well spent
Sum of more merits --  I guess

It feels what it feels
No attempt to manipulate
Nor contrive of issues
Not winning or losing
Non judgmental
It leans for integrity

The past gonna walk right past
Present catches up thick and fast
Future threats are always in bets
And any pills for man's root ills
Are roads lead to the Bastille
Come healing of the minds

Light shines on unjustly nice
Dark goes revenge all in spite
Grey dove takes its flock away
Fireworks shake off its promenade
All sights, sounds and souls parade
Come healing of the bodies

Love is only a humble guise
Hate loosened the tumbled guys
Peace is a beast that never ceased
Truth slew neither with pity nor ruth
Spare your prayers to life that's snared
Come healing of the souls

All dressed up
No one to go

All dress-down
Nowhere to go

All dressed for
No body to go

at the turn of road
much has unloaded
fountain ebbs n flows
eve and an unknown
the endless abodes
a seeking soul dwells
one shell for another
much stories to tell
a little plastromancy
and live life chancy
or settle thy roots to
fold up the parachutes

Good teachers teach that
to each his own lessons learnt
at times too, unlearned

The East also teaches
one cannot lose the teacher  
til lessons are learned

Also, when the student
is ready - a teacher appears
one stores it for years

Blessed the teachers
students and pathways
with truest minds uprear

When the body gets
so tired of the way it feels,
renewal next life

the origins of unhappiness
and all sufferings are from
human psychology
going inside you
forgiveness

the origins of happiness
is relinquish all mind made
commentaries to what's
going around you
acceptance

In soul and solitude retires
the wheel of life takes a pause
to see what have we admire
and to choose in our renewal
letting go of old compulsions or
caught up in the ruts of old desires

Do we step out of hungry minds
or retreat into mindful oneness
the tree of life that grows inner
a divine law that guides thus
to our inward journey, is the
spiritual exodus that awaits us

Accept the transcendence of
the experience, we will yet
discover new life buried
secretly and vagulately in us
truly, that breath we are 
a freed-om leads to freedom.

pure materialism
physics biology chemistry
can't explain consciousness

science and spiritualism
not imminent in converging
and remain greatly dark

math and quantum physics
spooky action from distance
the ministry of human blind spot

reductive material of science
neither instructive of spirits
nor speaks ethereal souls

with defiance we let
drill the blackest holes
in the oneness of all beings

Is Galileo, Einstein
or Hawking the cleverest?  
None knows everything

Seek understanding
first, and most truth will reveal
is self preservation

teach a kid to tie
a shoe lace is harder
loops and crossings
over and under
tricky little fingers
trying to master
then they learnt
and move on
another feather
in the cap

If
Youth is wasted on the young
Beauty is wasted on the beautiful
Agedness is wasted on the aged

and everyone goes on and along
with a gleeful acceptance that's life
so flip over the hourglass of time
and be so really glad, you the aged
ones are keeping the buoyages,
plus 15 doctors and nurses so
gainfully employed!

Is hard to share further
if i don’t know
what you look like

Is the mind anxious of not knowing
  it wants control
Is the heart anxious of knowing
  it wants guarantee
Is the ego anxious to know
  it wants preemptive rejection

O : glass is half full
P : glass is half empty
R : glass is as big as it should be
B : glass and water, it is what it is

What good is there to carry one?
She lives rent-free wherever you go
Any ironed out issues, or just a
Laundry list from weeks past
No socks full of understanding
Namely misplaced trusts
Few mint paste for clean tooth
Or broad brush your mean truth
Sweater to keep warm or
To sweat the petty hearts
Is it packed full of tender tales
That bid us joy or pleasure to annoy
Do you still weigh for sympathy
Or out the door with apathy
Fits of wits has gone the pathetic nit
Filled with gravel to help unravel
For all one sees has lost its zest
Who can lie in some vulture's nest
So check-out from the wheeling box
Ask who you'll be without the tests
Nothing like the miles of distance
She can travel in smiles to unpack
Your whole ****** existence!

The imprints of the leaves
Are wrinkled on my skin
Both sides of the wrists
When I awoke this morning
How it got there I know not
But pointed signs to note
The power to leave the old
Is entirely in my hands

the first meeting I sense
is the edgy note he carries
a whistling kettle on the burner
a survivor needs a screwdriver
to makeover a cabin glamour
but meets the hammer

come now and take over
pear or plum afford him some
he drums off frenzied impatience
for a man of steel situation
a fast deal is better than
slow healing that's overdue

the mother and child
sailed home to mountain penny
an empty hall didnt get as many
to rearrange deck chairs of
a twenty twenty titanic
hindsights aplenty