"Mother" oh! my City...

My city thrived on people,
who gave love and rekindled.

My city supported the events,
inspired many a hand in hands.

My city gave shelter,
to the cuckoo birds, even the vultures.

My city never dismissed,
hopes and the folks,
the distress of abyss.

My city shared its cool,
with intelligence and so called fools.

My city gave in for creations,
in the name of our ambitions.

This, my city is feeling lost,
with noises much harsher; it pleads a little lot!

Its crying soul fading away,
with no one to hear...speak or say'

Le` creme de` life

Grass me green- a view I've never seen.

Heart me hollow- let me have the needed dough.

Lend me your peace- I must sleep with an ease.

Pain me the relief- a magic under your sleeve.

Grant me the glory- the king in bedtime stories,
Or make me cry!
For all- I want to see in your eyes.

Thought police and serving social needs

A wrecked mind in a useless body,
when done nothing- just keep on writing.

These thoughts are weired but mesmerizing.

Oh!'why this cloud, full of doubts- my inner self is fighting now.

Sound is numb and lips are stitched,
legs are all tied up, no movement no hiss.

This- a picture, we may not believe,
yet conquering scilence is something indeed.

Take a walk to see, not to plead or please.
...seek if she needs, (a lair of protection) my dear society"

"I" High; a happieness inside

I wish i was high- not on the narcs but within,
stable as a table- without an upward chin.

I wish i can laugh with the feelings of universe- to speak and to be heard.

I wish i could share- emotions, i feel in despair.

I wish much to help myself and others who relaps,

and then I wish of your nearness... ah' what a bless.

An ode to Paul "the soul rider"

I am nothing but a fragment of this earth; known to some, adored by a few,
a reality on the rolling roads, now got my own que.

No tears but love i need- in rememberance, i loved you,
Keep racing the hearts ya'll, coz now- i am You.

P.S: love and prayers to the fellow rider too. May your souls shine bright

"Letter to long lost soul- sister"

My wishes my prayer, roams freely-
In quantities very rare

Human or an entity other- they cover as each's share

Its not what i do always,
a bursting rage has hired my mind as it's resting place,
but alas! (It is bad, and they don't care)

Feeling the passion of this agression, i make way clear,
come.....let's disappear!

Dancing without shapes; a never ending race

Tell me if i ask, if she was there- my patience,
that she held me as i was.

My "self" true and it cared too,
Have i cared to be enough?
Am i living without a clue!

Dont look back, i try, when there she lies- My happiness

Tell me, was i able to stick or sticked to be watched?

Oh tell me now...
Is that too much to ask?