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Juvenile Detention

I know you don’t know what you’re doing.
I know you don’t know how to heal.
But the way that you hit me
and the way that you hurt me
left me with nothing to feel.

You said you loved me, and left me
alone in this upside-down world.
Your eyes looking down
and your lips turn to frown
and your hands tightly fisted and curled.

“I do this because I love you”
“You have a lesson to learn.”
My skin turns to ice
and I run for my life
'til my body is ready to burn.

I long for less longing

Oh you, my darling, are my heart's desire
But love is fleeting and it might not last
My angel and my devil will conspire
My will is fragile as if made of glass

I wish I could say that it's all your fault
Your beauty and your smile, they make me cave
I'll lock away my fears inside a vault
Though tempted, I won't take this to my grave

Last Train

Autumn rain at the midnight hour,
I wait for you,
Ghosts of the past pleading for me to leave,
But I am shackled by the thought of you,
The world begrudge,
The last train awaits,
I wait,
But the chains of society have become too heavy for you,
So a visit from sacrifice,
That gifted you fear,
Has caused you to forget my name,
So I journey towards my fate,
Alone and nameless,
My heart betrayed.


Life is like a flowing river
at times the flow is like Brahmaputra
oceanic in fervor.

most of the times it's silent soft and slow
as is the river Nile...appears still
all rivers must flow towards the ocean
a desired vision
towards newer association
mother and daughter
in pose together
gives a loving spectrum...

love you as the rising sun
reaching its zenith
then after all deeds
sun promises to arise
after sunset

The Sum of His Parts

Now’s the time for firm resolve
Around a tender heart
A former life asunder goes
Pulled and ripped apart

When the loathing loses clout
Self returns with time
The glow of former comfort zones
Now darkens and confines

Surrender to quintessence now
Watch the fortune come
Made whole, the parts congruent
Are greater than the sum

The I of me

Is it a burden
to bear the souls of others?

To eat them for breakfast,
when my coffee’s gone cold?

To call to one of many
when the I of me is brooding?

Is it not enough
to watch them grow?

Must they write me away
with feathered ink,

to be freed of my
succinct greed?

Have I burdened them
with my hunger

to be heard
and not seen?


They never had to lie before
not to each other, not out loud

One would pull the spoons from the kitchen drawer
set them to the right of the deep ceramic bowls
the other would stir the soup - tomato or potato
or a bit of stew, then ladle it into the bowls as
the feet of the chairs scraped the old wooden floor

Bad news always comes uninvited
like a chill through the screen door
peering in, knowing you're home
hovering over your supper even as you
say Grace and Amen

Free Inspiration


Pushing through the thick cobweb of words
Brushing across my face, eager to be chosen
Yet feelings and emotions are the blood supply
Raw stuff, strongly welling up from deep inside
Not this antimacassar of subtle intellectual lace
If words don’t come through in the normal flow
Then all that left brain penning is such artifice



Whenever a poet maintains calm and serenity,
he's deeply, creatively connecting a higher realm,
so, do not cause interruption to rip off his course,
'cause his connectivity is gained through his mind.

Any moment of disruption against his creation,
he would be disgruntled and lose his motion and,
his idea of connection might be disabled and lost!
'cause a writer is a seeker of solemn moment.


Water deeply to
roots effortlessly in
equanimity with earth united
the graces of truth
Similar is with the
love and heart's desire
But in the cosmic game
the absurdity of the times
sowing thickens
worn small
erroneous lives
in a temporary
drunkenness chimera
For power, for spoils
The truth liberated
from Circle of illusion
spreads soul streets
Beauty sharp chisel
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