In the street across, I see faces, who see faces, who see traces of life waiting to lose out on the most important things. I see a child smile as he gets his packet of chocolate or pepsi. I see a wannabe shopkeeper waiting for his chance to be rich. I see young men smiling at little girls pass by. I see people who would otherwise seem quiet, talk. I don quite get what they say to each other, but I overhear some discussion about the way all life should be. But is it so simple and pompous at the same time to assume we are so deserving? Is it wrong to want when you are not divine or at least called to the same holiness.
I hear my friend defend his religion and I listen to his heart speak of evil while his mouth slanders. My other acquaintances deliver their twist of the situation and object the truth, but what is the truth? This is so confusing! How do I live with these truths? But, they say there is one truth. Who are they? 

I was amazed and angered
Sat there waiting to be tampered
But I watched myself go
Leave all that flow

I walked across the hall
I calmed my spirit from all
I suddenly designed my thoughts
To be manufactured from talks.

How did I come to surpass
Illusions in a blind curve
Defunct, destroyed and delivered
At your doorstep they surrendered.

While all this took place in my head
While all this replayed in my bed
I gloomed over the glass
Sipped another of my best, fast.

The Yearning to Flee

Several times today I wondered
I was in a world where many have been
Rules have been placed on temple tops
Achievement become a milestone for character
But do you see that the soul was dipped in a saucer

Some friends of mine stay with me
Some friends of mine play with me
Some friends of mine share with me
Some friends of mine lie to me
But most friends of mine are just not a part of me.

Fade you my dear in my memory
I am not a fool of your imagination
You may mould me into the thoughts
But leave your room and get me in
I can change the world you live in
I can drown you in to a pool
But you will come out new

Dry

Confused, refused, reused and used,
Redo, revive and redone,
Return, complete and incomplete,
My life is starting to make sense
My life is starting to turn the sheet

I hate being in trance
I hate being in a stance
I hate being ready
I am ready but still unsteady

Will they accept me or my mind
What is my mind
is my my mind my intellect?
Is my my mind a disconnect?

You know we live by the book
Th book is a book of God and men,
By why should you be a script?
Should you be just more than a bit

I hate you little stars
You all seem to shine but only after hours,
You all seem glowy and smiley,
Only make me want to fly
But I know I am a river that had run dry.

The nature of Existence

A little squirrel
Got into a quarrel
He started his day
thought he could make hay
but instead was told he was gay

Haha!  cried the mighty tree
In my kingdom you are free
Until you flee
from toil and tyranny
But its all here you see
you only have to say it like me

Hail thee, Oh great wisdom!
Knowledge of ages and queen peace torn,
The king now comes with power
And the soul he commands by the hour
What will you do my love?
Like a fish sheltered by a cove

Why does this place have so little?
Now left of what was never so brittle,
Its a short burst of joy with which we applaud
The condition of our simple lives we live in fraud,

Be true, be just, be just to be,
Be simple, be humble be scared of thee,
The almighty is not one who kills for free.
He is she and she is he, only just be, just be.

The Strange Animal I Knew

A strange animal by my side
She watched me eat and dine
By the fire close she lie
Never let my sight go out and die.

A spooky look on her funny eyes
A strange animal twice my size
She gobbled her food in a rush
And she ran her distance in a flush.

I made many changes while I was in conversation
My speech was blur I hope it wasn't an invasion
But gradually she gobbled up her herbs and forbs
A Strange animal by my side.

So a time came when winter was done
A time came when the grass was young
We all had moved with the wind above
So strange was the time when she away drove
I watched in strangeness this new
That I had known quite well this day would come.

Man and the Mountain

When one wakes up every morning he finds himself in a place where he would rather not be, along the day, situations he would rather not have seen or even comparisons which he would rather not have made. Every single day again he wakes up thinking the same. But the same things come back in a quick reminding flash to engulf and enliven. In a hope to find what he now declares as longing for a kind of calm from the confusion, he wanders into the forest. He finds a blade of grass to tickle his tongue between his teeth. Further deep, he wanders and wanders, he then fears this scares his thoughts to turn him back. Why bother waste a life which has so much to give and so much to live for? For once though, he decides not to do the usual, to not think rationally, to not use all that he learned but to just follow curiously his child heart. He sees a high top, and then heads towards the hill through what seemed earlier like a beautifully aligned patch from a distance is now but full of thorns and prickles in close contact through the way. At this point he wanders if he should just now be getting back. But no he just decides to go ahead. At the top he reaches. Sigh! Relief! But wait, where is everybody? Not one soul has reached here. He seems to be always alone. He only wished someone was there to share the sight with him. He sees all-pervading wonder, a chance to smell the wind above. The sky, rocketing even higher, but only this time it’s bigger and clearer. Only then he realizes that the top is always a lonely place.