Wants

A shop selling love
Is ‘To Let’
Previous owner fled
Too many unsatisfied
Ungrateful souls
Traded lust
Wanted affection
No returns
No satisfaction

History

Bulldozers
come in
making way for
new construction
Restrictions
are in place
to move around
the space
Instructions
they leave
for residents
new denizens
to keep
Destruction
will be after
few years of
construction
Construction
Restrictions
Instructions
Destruction
Repeat and
repeat
Humankind
Play games
Until the day of
Resurrection

Kissed by a rose

Just a mere touch
Outer pores
Slightest dampness
Of your lips
On my cheek
Even forehead
Let alone lips
Will say it
Relay it
More than a
thousand million words
This is enough
Thank you
I adore you

Fly

Vanishing is an act
Souls just fly
Speed astound
Heavens bound

Bathe in light and life and emerge

exalted one
let me Immerse
and emerge like you
so pure so true
perhaps never
not enough desire

Alone and strong

Reaching dizzying heights
Candle with million lights
What matters how one feels inside
Content, at peace, satisfied
Depressed, seeing nothing bright
Life a continuous fight, to keep sanity

Unicorn

Saw double rainbow today
Morrow is for leprechaun
Day after unicorn
Gold coins uncountable
Atlantis is visible
Everything is possible 🙂

One more London place

roaming aimlessly,
clicking shamelessly
carefree and serene
a midday scene
trying to ignore
the storm in store
blood and gore
that has become
our world
that much intolerance
death and violence
children not spared
elderly not cared
humanity badly fared
attack and revenge
mindless avenge
Peshawar is charred
Parisiens life scarred
innocent blood
spilled and flood
the gates of heaven
tears trickle down
resolve breakdown
no optimism trace
deepening sorrow I face
in the false serenity,
eerie calmness
of one more London place

Stairs in life

one, two, three
soon be thirty three
then forty three,
and sixty three

finally downwards
one two three
just that, there you lay
nothing in hand

a simple, white cloth
and a silent you
that moment so true
is so near, so far

depends what you do
tomorrow and day after
live and laughter
love and laughter

angel, or demon
ordinary human
baron grand trade
intellect high grade

courage or afraid
fighting on bread
master or a maid
good or really bad

it is upto you
whatever you do
pulse! still pulsating
stairs! are waiting

Fire

An arrow launched
in the air, fire in its belly
winged beetles chased
They met on horizon top
Kissed the sweet flare of death
Inferno sparks, crescendos heard
We just saw how fire works
It’s dark magic, tragic!