it's like this

it's the fierce shift between forth and fifth,
keys change , heads lift ,
and tomorrow's sorrows like a subtle lisp ...

as another love subtly rolls by,
his tender heart silently cries,
and you ask what's it's like ?

anyone can write ,  it's ink on paper and experiences in life,
placed and paced down over extensive devotion of movements of emotions...

there's a time for us all ,
a time to stand down and fall ,
and I am all about not giving up
but
love has it's way of seeping in whether i like it or not
and now I am convinced
that I've found you
and time is at its best

simple things love ,
simple things ,
like your shoes ...
like my eyes
and the way they shine
when you're reflected in them,
all the wine and time
where the faces blur
but you know
you're a prodigy like
wind through the hair
or the memory scents
in fresh cut grass
and the child like ways that linger there
and the children's care free childhood cares


someone , if they could please tell her , to not take so much time,
just in case if she wants to grace this heart ,
for more then the time
it takes for me to
wait...

because I am tired,
but still I am convinced that I've found you ,
oh the distractions of those memory scents
makes one want to exist but...
wait ..
it's like this ...

Written for the OctPoWriMo

A beautiful dream

intoxicating incense in my room,
a pink flower lying beside me
He kept looking ,
smiling and telling her she was beautiful
folded elbows, carefree talks,
gazing in her eyes for an instant or an eternity

in-between coffee sips we make time,
to casually kiss
like it means nothing,
maybe it doesn't,
or maybe it means everything,
maybe my thoughts are confused
but my eyes see you eyeing,
I see the color in your cheeks,
when I slide my fingers over yours,
and plant soft kissed on your hands
your smile is high and rising
A dream came true in this dream,
a beautiful soul to which he must adapt
you are eyes and mind,
and words over words,
and no one can love enough
to deserve a soul as beautiful as you.

WHY...

The child in me still  thought of the world as poetry,

but it never  happens that way.

Since last few days ,
From time to time
I sit down,
and scrape my pen of my thoughts against the blank page in my mind,
I think of the way you spoke my name ,
the day I first met you, or
The way your lip gloss shimmered ,
Your hairs shine,
the light reflecting
of camera lens,

Ahh... the feeling I get, looking back
at all the time we spent together,
walking in the park for miles 
lying on the grass watching squirrels ...
the time just stopped whenever I was with you..

You were always beautiful in words,
You were sweeter prettier in words, and
I loved you more in worlds and words
then I ever did anyone in real life.

...the only question  I ask is why didn't you see in me, what I saw in you.

You

gliding under the moon,
you came on horizon like a boon
you wore your white skirt
and the way it moves
makes me think of feathers
stars bathing you bare in raw light,
to touch you they fight,
silver wings shining bright
I hear soft whispers
of sunset halo and autumn sky
in half open eyed visions
cuz in You is life
and in You is death
The beauty one can feel it,one can taste it
wiping blood wine from lusty lips,
You have me on your fingertips
You are my glittering kite,
the forbidden fruit I want to bite

Your inviting diamond eyes
like sirens draw me closer
cuttin a universe shape
outta the nothin blackness
massaging my light and kissing my soul
mind is melting,I am in total awe
Without the power to fight time
it's not possible to get out, it’s no longer my call,
One pull of this magic carpet and all the golden eggs could easily fall

miracles in and miracles out
even at the end, you can’t explain what it is all about

rainy times

the sound of the rain crashing down
mowing this polluted town
rainwater is all around
it moves rhythmically on the ground
rain-drops producing sounds lovable to mind
rain engulfed horizon
he watches it with coffee in his hand
on incomputable rainy days
on incomputable rainy nights
ah.. these rainy times

in rains he dreams
of the love streams
bathing in thoughts
acting like a mime
feeling low and high
both at the same time
ah..these rainy times

beneath a thousand drops he stands
to absorb???to release???
how can i know what he thinks
he's not the him i knew
Mr.wild and free,Mr.heart of gold
locked like a cage,sold for a dime
breathless i rhyme
ah..these rainy times

he patiently punishes himself
thinking of those times
trying to finish the puzzle
with all the pieces he can find
living those tragic moments,the tragic loss
that stuck dagger tore more through his heart
can rain dilute this?
..this what he feels.
ah..these rainy times

wave after wave of rains
washes away the pains
he needs to get out of these trains
still he refrains
pain drains thorough the cracks in his heart
eyes weep tears seep
ah..these rainy times


P.s. Here's a quote from the movie "Amazing grace"

"why is it that you only feel the thorns in your feet,,when you stop running."
y that is ..I'll never fully understand.

somewheres in the rain and wind

somewheres in the rain and wind
they come to him in his dreams
whispering secrets
of the feeling of what he has seen

there he walks
once enslaved
unable to speak fully
now free
he examines and anatomizes every fragment of his stuck-up life,
looking for the drops of rain

it's fragile in a way distance isn't
but he wouldn't know that, all he know is
it isn't a parking lot,
In the dark alleys of his heart
he stands there holding own hands

as the rain falls
it's business as usual
he stops attending calls

rain cutting down his face making realms
bathed in pain, as the drops play cards on his dreams

somewheres in the rain and wind
decepting him in the mind
as a black and white photograph of a man
cigarette dangling, beer glass in the left hand
each arm perched on the shoulder of a woman
even then it doesn't wash off
it never will

traveling on the backs of moments
and i slowly follow him
to a place called privy
place that eased my anguish
the embrace of a dear friend
he wants more from life than memories
i've had so many dreams

somewheres in the rain and wind
a giant thinking about his thoughts
still looking for his treasure
doesn't know what he is doing
he knows now that colourful ties can only get him this far
so it's time to remove these shoes
and walk back into his own backyard

he huddles around
sometimes sleeps on the ground
he was expendable
not necessarily the one that was needed