Hazy moon

Lamps lit white as white,
You see all the colours
which brings no delight,
Eyes weared out, of the
compelling perceptions,
constrained to see
what you want to see...
At the end of the day,
eyes gets soothed
when you look at the
black blue above you
and the hazy moon
staring at you!

My face

I am the stage
I am the player.
Each and every
soul reflects on me,
my incandescence.
I can be anyone.
I can be no one.
Faces I have,
a million of them
But the soul is
left, hard as brick
after every whip
without a grip
,still not rip
nor a drop to sip.
I see it,
Clear as dog eyes,
I see it,
My face.

Into the keyhole

Feel the warm wind,
eyes closed , in the dark terrace.
Slump into my own world
and gaze into the infinity.
Billions of stars,
make me go blank,
shows me how small
but vital I can be!
residing in my head
under a light bulb!,
as the terrace door is locked
and warden has the keys!

THE LINE

Craving of the soul,
magic of the gut,
the game is played
to the extremes of the universe
with revolting thoughts
deep into the chasm
and the line, which
cages them all!
The passion, the fear,
the thrill and the magic,
so deep, driving
into the abyss,
the line broken,
the beast unveiled!
Look at it
straight in the eye
and see yourself
standing in the void
holding the leash !

Dark!

The dance of rain
and the swirling wind,
Its pitch dark around
with the howling sound!
In the silent night filled
with the storm,
peeps the darkest side
of the soul at peace,
like a shadow in the dark,
Spreading its wings!

IT SAID

There I was, walking
in a street.
Rain came pouring down
Without a greeting !
Umbrella is in the car,
my mind recalled.
I ran through
the water strings,
reached the car
half wet!
Searching for the
umbrella ,quarter dry
STOP said my intuition
and told me
" you better listen
to the music of rain,
feel them on your face,
smile at the clouds,
enjoy the caress of nature
and get a cold, sneezing
the next day
instead of this
Head rush ! ".

147

Laugh, love, cry,

colour, status, looks,

money, education, bonds,

push, pull, life!

Escape into a trance

with friends and books.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

sacred ground into 

a grave yard...

Bullets and gunpoints,

exploding human brains.

Their eyes saying 

humanity failed,

heart wanting to die,

mouth crying off 

the unbearable pain,

witnessing the extinction

of my own species

by my fellow kin,

anger of wanting

this to change dying

along with the 147...