searching for the right heart to pierce
arrow of love travelling billion paces
a dame, a beauty, a princess to kiss
among these crowds, million faces
one to know, one to call beloved
with her always home, in all places
airs and graces, of life undefined
Write what you like
Others may hate it or dislike
Don’t you care
Write how your heart feels
Let your soul peel
Don’t you fear
Write what is right
may be heavy, could be light
Write, just write my dear
What is real, what is fact
All seems to be an act
real ones try to fake it
minting wealth, rake it
world doesn’t value truth
reality never be smooth
Birds shouldn’t have any brains
Blondes, mallards, cranes
media, views insane
thousand million fans
collect more, act inane,
Prodigious sharp minds wasted
thinking about how food tasted
forgetting what is crumbling
atmosphere, water resources humbling
who will solve world’s misery
truth tellers handled derisory
mocked and kicked in the teeth
killed, laid with ordinary wreaths
earth soul screams and cries
to see how sapiens destroy
dejected me you don’t see now
all left is a happy ruse, decoy!!
On a journey to somewhere known
Close to the heart, where happiness was born
On the winding way, long road beyond reality
thousand places pass, never to be visited
their stories never narrated, through dry blunt lips
when running towards, the joy of being
such tiny, minuscule details are lost,
although, almost, always at a cost
which is repaid, by the kiss of beloved
forgotten pages of moments passed
when seen from a prism of harsh perception
colours of traits separated, deception
envy, lust, cruelty, hate, indifference
nothing good seems to refract out
good and evil in a vicious bout
evil it seems, always wins
suggesting redemption in a sin
losing perspective of the journey, its end
stay the course, traveller, avoid the bend
where the life carriage will be broken
help will come, heaven send
from the same forgotten, hidden, unmentioned
people of the middle, who would lend
a soul in hand, to push you across prairie
a lump of very best hog
for the feast of the smog
cooked to everyone’s delight
ultimately end up in a bog
Eating alone tonight
early hours, late mid night
Isn’t it late for sustenance
depends how late a day commences
need some port post delight
Love, trust and belonging
Can not help you for longing
all or nothing is the equation
win or lose is the situation
no middle ground is known
mercy is never never shown
That last single step was wrong
else was perfect, heart strong
Can’t keep it like this for long
giving life away for a song
if it is love why such rules
you take me for a simpleton, fool
each conversation is an exam
throwing toys out of the pram
You do as you deem fit
all is broken, I admit
