perpetual expeditions amidst this hazy twilight,
periwinkled vistas ensnaring me in

buzzzzzzzzzzzz
the sound penetrates my ear drum

black and yellow rabble-rouser
this rambunctious little menace

a pomegranate
eternally ripe, giving me life

gilled, scaled, underwater creature
emerging from the deep, boundless rift

two tantalizing tigers
troublesome, treacherous

and she laid there—
undisturbed, unaware

jabbed in her side by a M1903 Springfield
soothed state rattled, shattered

wincing from the poke of the blunt end of the gun
the sleeping lady slept no more

poor fellows,
how were they supposed to hold on to it without opposable thumbs?
  
the distressed damsel appeared grotesque,
flailing and fidgeting at the sight of her surroundings

surface rocking beneath my feat,
my trusty elephant’s weak ankles shattering my already shattered stability

i had no more time for such nonsenses
buzzing sounds burned deep into my psyche

the soft-spoken horizon called out to me
calling for me to continue on into the enigmatic expanse

Lie number one
She saw you first
I saw you first
I admired all your brilliance first
Buried the sentiment deep within
Along with any sympathy towards you
In order to devour the whole of your company
Without any regret, holding back my breath

Lie number two
I hate your goofiness
There's nothing that takes me faster to the moon
That your innocence and your pathetically bad jokes
Your smile is the contradiction of nonsenses
and fierce ideologies that find home at the back of my mind

Lie number three
You are an idiot
Maths and arguments are your playground
In the swings we go back and forth
Even when I tell you are wrong
You will always be Sir right
Rolling down the road we go
Difference being the ways we take
You roll with her
And I feel nothing but abandoned

Lie number four
I love to intimidate you
Call it cliche but in mocking you
I find the comfort of living within you
You'll never forget the bully that I am to you
When you were to reach your golden era
You'll go back to these years
And perhaps you'll see the irony in all of my doings

Lie number five
You are a blissful couple
The heavens know how much I've degenerate
All the events of your relationship
The way she handles you
Is a mockery to my face
You don't deserve it but you own it
As if everything that she gives to you
Were nothing less than treasures and gold

Her hostility is anonymous to my wishes
A few nights I've imagined filling her place
I've imagined your attentive gaze making love to my features
I've imagined your hands caressing timidly my own
I've imagined me being your number one fan
But the only place in the stadium of your heart
is already fill by her profane soul

let us travel beyond
the lacking narrative
in our upcoming
eulogies

forced phrases
hostile headlines
useless euphemisms
knotted nonsenses

deficient and lacking
squeezing
complicated lives
into poems

rather
the old echo
still beats in our hearts
the preexisting condition
of the soul
invisible truths
clearly seen
prose...handing us the
hall pass to
doors
not entered
in awhile

now
with our deepest
and most satisfying
breath
lets be
quiet together
the ancients have
tried to pass
down
this
we are no-age
man in
no-age
land
the wind of
our soul
speaks
there is only
good between
us in the
cool air of this
evening
putting aside weights
casting off burdens
let us consider
grace
and now
my friend
create
and
walk
in the wonder that has
been awaiting
your arrival

Every time I open my mouth to
Response to idiotic people my language change
It was so early in the morning,
And believe me, I wasn’t in the mood

For female nonsenses: one drops on her knee
And raise her hand to the ceiling, open her mouth
And let out a bunch of nonsense. The other whispered
“God protect me from these evil people,

I look at my co-worker, and he looked at me
Such juvenile malarkey, so early in the morning:
“He said” with a loud Sigh!!!!

I lost another one, it gone, it no longer moves,
What, whom and where, and why!  The baby!
My eyes drop to her knees with such unspoken grief,

I was told that’s where they go for safety:
It had to be some conspiracy:  five small angels
In five years, how does she control those tears?

At the moment, I need a glass of water and two aspirins;
She looks so emotionless and calm: the same exact composer
Like my friend had after the death of her son:

I on the other hand saw myself standing on the edge
Looking down into the darkness of a bottomless pit

Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

** If you gave someone your heart and they died,
did they take it with them?
Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?”
― Jodi Picoult,

Went back to village
our old house
entered removing my shoes
(a culture in INDIA to respect the living place)
found an old arm chair near
the window says more about
my Grandma.  She sits near the window walk through her vision

Went to the kitchen. saw the plates
says more about her love
served along with the food.

Her bedroom can create a guilt
to an unorganised person.

Her continue in cleaning and
arranging garage says more about her
Love towards Grandpa

Her power glass tells more about her
quiet eyes, while watching our
nonsenses...

The arrangements of her dress
says her respect towards
clothing her soul...

and many more....

More Prone to building walls
With barbed wire water and electric fences
Than I am at open doors for others to walkthrough
Unless that's literal
Takes two seconds
Gotten rather used to others looking for uses
For me
Instead of speaking truthfully
Used to be a joyful person
Until I kept meeting people and became
Unsurprised with the fact
They don't give a ****
Might as well build a dam around the rivers
Made from their saliva
While spewing fictional nonsenses
Look closely at my eyes
I'm definitely a strainer

Pretentious piffles in shaded gainsays
posturing as proses impregnated with mud
the artisans of what's-not presents what's this
acolytes rush congratulations where angels fear to tread

Blinded painters oil masterpieces
ripped on canvasses made from rawhide
as in the raw hiding from penances awaiting
blazing the tragedies of ignorance and the shift-shapers

The lame rejoice in verses of the amputees
and carcasses laude the missing link writers turds
for dullards should have dingos' dinner with masses fandom
all are welcomed at the cowards parade to ink nonsenses with flair

I am sorry… You are not me but a man I am, in he and me. Away from you my friend, soul mates try not to talk, scream or pray. So I cannot speak like you Tom, my muse 'Today' a million miles … down the street from my house door - from a howling clown’s illness. Don’t let there truth: be like our far-he is a liar in a red dress, and his lies…never rests. Be careful as I have to tell, be ashamed of messing around with me. Don’t worry… I have my doubts about it all, and will never forget. Get overwhelmed by that? Tell my friend, as it was just saying to myself; never mind… that isn’t about me. Roll and dictate so over the age, again… I have to sing song’s farewell to Him, in a sin, as we all have… a chance to be His. Forgive me if. You to become. You never loved me as much, I forgive. Laugh to me as a genius mind walk, be your craftsman reader, and so forth with the master of that amazing proud. Ask yourself’ why is this Family not allowed in your friend’s shame house? Why should I know about a secret relationship between a wife or any other person in that farmhouse life. We have a garden upon our own land to make it better than it was. Sorry to hear about yours. Please let the owner known that this … "Nonsenses has made reality for us" Oh… by now you know, at least some people think. Butterflies faces me to death, it’s a some off that what the actually ****. On the left corner between humanity and a yellow ****** web… not sure why, also 'called' the in of a mental cage - actually named the Internet. We learn, and stop begging for help… today I did a prayer for Mother Earth, and every other e-name figure was in it to learn. My friends, I am not earthly anymore, and you knew that before I told. Wellbeing has always existed, except it … I did never know the future of my sons … towards moonlight under Christ, eyes Moses: 'Me as three in a tree of flowers I am 'tread on laps paper path of a three timeline forestry. Am I aware? None of this has happened before, and truly is for me to own; I don’t know everything about it, but it was disappointing as I said: ' I never forget '. Rhapsody noons on the day first book also made out off the moons lost hidden world - that’s the page (on a map) sided with me. Do well and keep up your journey. Nowadays flopped it out of no wherever… so, maybe it’s a thing of the past: it is not just about being able to get; Tomorrow is Tommy even more than sixteen. Tears look like shame? Is this truly a mind blowing performance? What if the brainwashed fools me to call me clown? Full on comedy, laughing was not even funny before meeting me. Heart warming the most beautiful drop in seven months upon heavens, and stars the skies. Loses all… we have been waiting for…forever, later in every note still wrote that ' happy Friday night, but also happy Sunday, as well for all the wonderful memories - The world has to be seemingly endless love.. evolved towards you and me, and so hear the second heartbeat bouncing, bounding both sides, and even more touching Your hands. I know you all have the only God within, and I am here to play the role off my shoulders it was very thoughtful to know: Please accept my offer… I am at the edge, and I won’t leave the sea for a while… way to go with a little blue wolf, but it’s cold here… and I forgot my clothes.