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Vivek Apr 2012
hello darkness from the sun
i've been waiting for you to come
and steal my sleep away;
people sleeping on clouds o' dreams
around signs of neon lights glowin'
I lay awake by green tinted glass
with nerve flexing brew held within
spits over self arise from empty to galore
while dawn meets dusk;
while microphones were handed to dolls;
listenin' to them, I lay awake....

hello sunlight from the dark
I have seen you rise by the tide
shoulders anew, tears they remained;
illegal bubbles of joy rise in a dance
registering what i'm left with
some shafts of light;
sometimes some grace;
and few corners of space
tunes abrupt; sounds electric
still whistling in their sleep
while I count every jumpin' sheep,
at this ungodly hour, I lay......
Vivek Apr 2012
that  hidden feeling that brings you an ounce o' joy
may lie in a hot cup of cocoa;
or when you least expect it to greet you ahoy
that'll shower sunshine over the lost gecko!!

building castles with just one hand;
by the black-lit stream underground;
I've fallen for your spell,
wondering if the lazy sun opened up;
on the new ordinary; singing in a puzzle
if I've fallen for you spell

can I bribe you a picture for your wall?
or should I stumble into a roman warrior?
do i have to make an effort at all?
for a splendid sunlight to glow over this ******!!

i was told i was the one with a magic wand
building overnight castles on the desert land,
but think i've fallen for your spell,
wonder if your game has a name;
oh sweet scented clove, oh my green eyed love,
i've fallen for your spell...
Vivek Apr 2012
they say there ain't no escape hatch; i disagree,
no more are you free; bounded by a decree,
eyes have witnessed an evolution that it scares me,
the free will to be; seems an unattended history,
today on this ground; mere consumers are we,
where did the buzzing bee flee?
towards the silent orchestra maybe,
if you were to chew on a green cynical berry,
to flex them grey nerves in a yellow striped taxi,
would you join the earthdance in a revolting spree?
or lay back, smoke a cigar and remain a memory?
a part of this unethical trend, i don't want to be,
a moral war has fallen upon thee;
yet i haven't a clue of what degree,
trade your self in to one psychedelic army,
this liquid soul seems like a floating frisbee,
waiting to break free; wanting to be a gypsy;
en route to time immemorial; i'll keep busy,
they say there ain't no escape hatch; i disagree...
Vivek Apr 2012
in the midst of stories untold; i dream
a life bright and blue; bonded by a glue
the seven sisters in proximity twinkle
in an ever mysterious quest we untangle;
to crack the universal code; we dream

we set sail with the utopian map
but bottles of *** swayed us into a trap;
and sank did we into a hole so deep
losing directions we remain just with a weep
we set sail towards the sunset,
we set sail but just not yet!!

i stalk; and talk of the great man's walk
but i love flying lost every twelve o'clock
when i stare from the edge back at this park
i spot the map; it just is,
and when i ponder; that thought it bleeds!!

give me all your loving; yet you'll see no smile,
call me a coward; call me a liar
but baby my feet walk on red burnin' fire
they're wanting to sprint with a bang so very far
just how in grace spins our friend; the neutron star,
in love, in fears; in smiles, in tears;
we're losing hold,
away i'll walk someday;
away towards a brave new world!!
Vivek Apr 2012
And again my heart pounced
over skin cold; that pleaded singleness,
with hypocritical beats I bowed to,
to her highness; to her petite shrill,
a debut in partial denial; unpleasant,
as i withdrew with foul felony,
thoughts raced through judging ethics,
while simplicity ****** away the soul,
into a contagious six holed drain...

And I locked myself behind blue bars,
losing the wall I built with sweated palms,
danced did I over viscous black waters,
embracing the world's false desires,
smashed them pretty birds withing their cage,
lost all sense of peace, I go hidden,
in awe of that ever pleasant voice;
I bow again; in silence I ask me
to plant me in her backyard,
water me with her sour scents,
sing me her sweet lilting lullaby,
and embrace me into our little concord!!

Where did the wisdom lay that moment?
that moment when I tasted drops of sweat...
Why would I **** that clown in me?
that played tunes from a gleeful cassette...
When will I lose my two shadows?
that followed me even while I'd regret...

(a puff o' smoke and some silence)

And again my heart, it pounced!!

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