Witness the unknown
Reach the unforeseen
Travel,to live
Penniless and Excited.

Burn the midnight oil
Drifting through subconscious visions
Toil, for such majestic realms
Penniless and Excited.

When hunger strikes
Kingdoms, rather Dynasties, fall
For the ever growing appetite
A man hunts
Penniless and Excited.

That sweet spot, a special place
Where love is felt
To live, love
Penniless and Excited.

Travel.
Dream.
Hunt.
Love.
Penniless and Excited!

Shattered Bowed
Clustered broken glass
Dark shadow engulfs
Laid on the grass

Stone piece signifies
People bid goodbyes
Death Lord besieged
Now a graveyard breed

Tested through times
Committing crimes
Resting, Evil Wrath will rise
Avenging my cries

People, friends betrayed
My Wrath, My Hatred
Declared self-destructing
At times exploding

My Wrath, My Friend
My Wrath, My Hatred
My Wrath, My Enemy
My Wrath, ME!!

Down the lane, on a lonesome highway
I stand, baffled about what it holds
The road might lead to a usual spot
Or a Land, ever, unexplored

I see myself facing a silver
In my reflection, a knife
Held in my hands, stained
With deeds, I should have never done

This life is not a globe
Neither me a Hercules
But this burden shortens me
Makes me, less a man I was before

I stabbed, I punctured, I killed
The man lying next to me
Rather me, inside, is dead
For I am not the man I was

Should I or shouldn’t I, ah the dilemma
The choices I make
Makes me a better man
Or less than before

My rage, my enemy
Getting over with, the thought
Life lined up on the mirror
Up to me, blow it or not

I stop, not for I wish to
But a raging force makes me
For I inside don’t want to ****
For I wish to remain the man I am, not lesser, the mirror shows me

I look in the silver, again
The wild thoughts are gone
I am what I should be
I am, not less than, the real me

En-route a voyage
An oasis, a mirage
The ship sailed free
Like a flying flee

With a Beatles compass
Finding Yellow, Thee Columbus
Traveler’s paradise, glide
On the currents slide

As it leaves the shores
The Queen, like a lion roars
Head held mast high
There is but to do or die

On the deadliest catch
No foe, no match
Water hits the wings
Like a pecan, it swings

Unaware of what it holds
As the weapon –gilded envelope rolls
It sails like an eagle on the earth
On its flight of rebirth

For it has seen worse
As on Valar morghulis curse
But it sheds off its cold
Eager to see what Mother Nature for it holds

For the ship sails
With prayers and hails
For some battles are never won
But the show, it must go on

Someday it will reach
Barriers, it will breach
As stitch in time
Someday it will return, my precious dime

The voyage ain’t a crusade
This battleship, my fate
For I will rise again from the ashes
Like a phoenix, I fly, unleashing my lashes

Drenched on a cold blooded afternoon
For I was always different
From the usual misfits of the universe
Vulnerably concurrent but different

Frogs of a well
Diverse but in an aspect same
Couldn’t reach their zenith
But I, I was not the same

For we the leopards
In this bounty jungled
Spotted with past laurels, fame
For with history my thoughts never mingled

For I could see far and beyond
Outside the realms of humanity
For I was always different
Grounded,blind in my cemetery

For I am not a Roman Diete
But a paper boat on the currents
For I was always what I am
A roaring lion but different

A stacked pile of matchbox dwellings,
yellow hue visible from the shades.
Meant for hiding the darkest truths
and never to be shared escapades.

A withered leaf struggles to escape,
the branch it grew upon.
The fall wind sets it free,
and the dead beauty treads on.

Across the gravel road of my bedlam,
a street lamp casts a flickering light.
Like the rhythmic notes of a violinist
playing an ode to a mesmerizing sight.

The bard sees a silhouette,
his titfer' tip shines.
Circling the edges of the block,
the watchmen protect the times.

Seldom, in my wildest dreams
I thought I'll be this man
Whiling away chasing whimsical muses
Can I change things around? I reckon I can

For I was lost in the pages
of laurels from my younger past
Living in this dreadly state of denial
magic with my success, I could have cast

Where did it all begin, I question
The time I started to regress
When did I stop playing those chords
of zenith, pinnacle and progress

Topsy-turvy, drift away I will
into this quaint beastly wild
But take care of me oh Lord
I am lost, yet your child!