sometime

this place blinds me sometimes,

it is also kind sometimes,

you meet strange people and they shine sometimes,

you see pretty girls and wish they were mine sometimes,

This place embraces you sometimes,

the dust sticks too close sometimes,

you wander like a rat sometimes,

then you fall on your knees sometimes,

this place drains you all the time.

This place is cold sometimes,

the summer makes you old sometimes,

The first rains can make you bold sometimes,

Oh! The year end is a bore sometimes.

But i love it many days sometimes,

even if there's a stench of poverty and altered peasantry sometimes,

i love being what i can here sometimes,

leaving it is so much like seeing you cry sometimes.

lost days

Few days have gone,

but without a sound,

i wait and relive the age,

that reminds me i am around.

Few days have gone,

but there is not much thought,

i starve until afternoon,

Just to remind me of what i fought.

Few days have gone,

since i left the sun down by the lake,

i burn for ash and company,

Just to refine me from the usual taste.

And few days are left,

Soon they will be gone,

i wait in reverence and make me not stale,

ever changing in form,

dividing myself and searching like a worm,

Just to decide which way is home.

Smoke stained dress

She's a girl with minor depressions,

With no intentions of following the way of the world.

She's a girl who sits with cigarette flies,

And corn flake lies,

Under close marmalade skies.

She's a motor running high,

With pit stop cries,

Who hangs herself, by a thread of a knife.

She's an angel, when the devil's the sky,

She a seraphin among the fires,

She's a known right, a stone fight,

When all I can see is to hide.

Fluence

So I watched and waited,

I sat and hated,

Every word I said was mindless

Every Thought I had was speechless.

I made my move

I slid on through

pulled off my sleeve

and punched on blue

As he watched me with surprise

I sat there in open eyes

I watched my dance curl through

I sensed my mind regressed from new

I hated my desire

I wanted to inspire

Instead I fuelled

A generation of liars

wander with me

In the thunder!

That came like an anger ,

Slowing the pace of thoughtless action,

You came to wander in my pulsating mind.

Thoughts of you serenade in to the days,

they revolve, rotate and smell sweet,

as they shimmer like rays of sun,

and bounce onto pale green fresh leaves of a calm tree.

Why don't you stay a little more?

may be I can see your new laces or even take short paces,

As we dance in the never ending maze of maya.

We could talk for hours and it won't hurt us,

We could walk for a while and we would just not be like mortals,

Or we could have food that was made

And forget that we ever ate and in silence walk back,

Just say and not speak.

What are these thoughts?

I got you where you are,

In my mind you are a smile,

you are that face that knows no malice,

That voice that shares no indulgence,

That dream that travels to the time,

Where all is forgotten and yet, is,

Like an old rock,

scathed ever, but free as a feather.

I close my eyes, gently breath my wishes,

And I smile to the flash like waves that are lost,

As they splash on to the longing rocks,

Again they come like sand that never stays,

as it flows away from your warm hands,

You wonder my mind.

SUNNY DAYS

The day I met you!

Ah! the day I saw you.

You were polite, as everyone is supposed to be,

You were naive as everyone is opposed to be,

We moved on a little further,

I took a step back and forth.

I judged myself and weighed you

But else never mattered

Since I found You.

unsettled

Of all the things that I love,

You are not one of them,

Of all the things that I adore,

You are just one of them.

Of all the things that I desire,

You are one of them.

But of all the things,

You are the only thing.

The only thing that I feel,

The only that I steal,

The only that I can be,

The only that I have been.

But I don't need you,

I don't even heed you,

I don't even see you,

So why do I fear you?

But in all the things till now,

in all the things somehow,

you have been found,

In my self you are.