Someone’s existence to be felt from far of distance
Masse’s morality stinks of power and lust
Love exists with money, fame, skin, age and race???
Not a mere relation, a philosophical quench, a singular’s thirst.

I love that girl, sales flower across the street
Her skillful hands crafts, “joy and woe are woven fine”
Sad pair of eyes glares with pain, so divine a treat
Is this love! Won’t fade away, remains a sacred wine?

Can’t touch you, won’t feel you, at top of my lungs I say I love you
I dream, I scream, sounds futile never ever reaches through
Whether I’m a rambling man, a hobo, a hippie beat or a communist
As a One in love of two babe, this is all for a loner’s gist.

Painter’s dissolution in painting
Decadence in social life too fast
Studio prejudice for public but a defence for painter
They are in constant depiction of the past.

Great tradition is over, new one yet to be founded
Designed visual pleasure, brilliantly serves the taste
Sublime motifs remain in tragic response
Are we richer than our past???

Forms of beauty contains as all possible marvel
Something eternal something transitory
Some are absolute, some are specific
Eternal beauty is superficial category

Oh, my BAUDELAIRE blues……

Her misty fascia appears and vanishes in a gleaming afternoon,
A melancholy darkness followed by to say! hug me, love me, lust me
Take me to eternal from the monastery through grave-yard
sand, mud, ice and storm, lives dried up funeral drums.

Staggering foot tiring hand, inept to bury the dead
Mother-nature shows no mercy in that night
Fragile resistance sweeps away everything you loved
Will you pain it to build up again?

Beloved syringe and lazy vein
White-rabbit and California sun-shine, soothed  
Joyce profound and Floyd stimulates agony
Charred and explosion…!!!  doors open, opened

The great says “religion is love”
Words of wisdom
Religion is in your heart
Not a brain damaged tantrum

I ain’t follow any, neither hurts one, who does
Temple, Church and Mosques! Eternal problem starts
Pope, Maulvi or Priest; power craved beast
Commend brutality, crunching heinous sins

Saffron became the color of power
A white turned grey vision
Fathom pink and see crimson
God indeed, a clever chameleon

What God says when the innocent is *****?
Tortured savagely and hacked to death.
She believed in YOU and your RELIGION
Lied in blood pool, gasping thee last breath…..

Stop the war, stop the bombs
Child is dying, inside the womb.
Birds are crying, crying everyone
Someone is lost, someone just gone.

Blood in the breakfast, served to them
Politicking, polarizing in their vein
I need your backyard, but I need at any cost
Be you dead or alive, my dog baths in beer froth….

Who care’s…who who cares???

Eyes are dried up, tears for funeral drums
Endless motionless bodies, in the poultry firm
Is it a bird flu or flu from the tunnel?
Wherever it is from, it’s a turmoil……

Who care’s…who who cares???

BIRD
You are born with wings, feel the lust of freedom in the sky;
From above you see! people fighting, shrinking, dying.
Bullets in the head, body in the sling

If God is up there, do you ask him?
Or. To demon about his feelings?
You find them speechless. Both having fun, cruelty bounding.

How many epochs the man becomes a slave?
Their happiness ruins under power and grave
Wish I could fly above the ruthless world,
I naïve Destroy the myth and ours beastly crave.

Do not come down to a sickening planet.
In sunlight, rain or mayhem
Be destined where you are
Man will **** you, in this terrain.....