Jigsaw Pieces

I watch people and I sigh,
They all wish to be big.
Imagine my friend,
A world full of riches,
Imagine the possibilities,
Of giving each man,
Wealth of equal hand,
Who, then, will work,
And for whom I shall ask,
But why would they care?
They are the riches they dreamt.
Watch them closely,
The puppets are not to think,
The breed gives life,
To compound minds,
And sincere peace,
But must it all come,
Only today, dear child?
Then what would the master,
Teach with gratitude,
And what would the life,
In it’s nutshell behold?
I have a place for each knight,
For a knight is no king,
And a king is no God,
And God, is not in this era.
I have a piece of the pie,
But I can’t have it all,
I must die then,
With attempts of gluttony.
Each piece commands his own way,
And so the road starts to show,
Slowly with ease and faith,
The jigsaw must unfold.

The usual response

On a lonesome street on a monday morning
An appartment room of a single accommodation
Found a young man of about thirty
Dead, wrapped in sheets of sheer agony.
For the ambiance of the place was such
The shattered crockery at a nearby distance
Walls painted with unambitious designs
Screaming the state of mind of a ‘sane’ meadow.
In no time mourners shall arrive
The mechnical hands of some anonymous dream
Working aimlessly and sexually insane
A mere irony to the young man’s game.
His cause of death is uncertain
But as one might be so logical enough to realise
Overpowering stress and underwhelming satisfaction
Has made many lives accustomed to death.
Do you have a purpose in life?
Yoing boys like you should go all the way out
Running, shinning, dreaming the big picture
But what if the canvas holds shy of my unusual nature.
I am a mere character in His mysteries
A mere unit of the production gone wrong
The world that is the assembly line
Would only but replace the sad life.

Her fears

When you reach the ground bottom,
You are not afraid.
For you know nothing worse can happen. But what if, in the strangest of hours, a stranger, he who is gutsy blind,
Rises.
It only takes about a second or two,
And she takes it all away- that silence.
The humane element of life is disturbed, the life in its essence is rising;
Nirvana.
I see no hope for me and you,
I see none of us say the words. But I see the shine, the same ache in yours too-
Love.
The fear won’t let me speak, your unborn heart won’t let you. I see us in shade of some cool shelter, breathing, in laughter, dreams of our lives with our
Friends.
No one has ever won the battle of sentiments. Sentiments always burn the giver, a notion of bullshit and defeat, never ever,
Won.

Distant winters

I met a little boy today,
A wild heart and stupid mind-
An abrupt look on face of childhood
And it instantly strikes why  the almighty is omniscient.
For when this little boy will grow
Into a man of masculine features
A wise mind shall only come
At the price of a blissful smile.
And now that the man has grown
This universal truth stands its grounds
And the man coming back from his past
Screams out loud in the pain of it all.
I have been that boy
And dare I ever wish to not have it twice
But it seems like now I have grown
My insanity is the only tenderness left.
The smell of winter is a divine pleasure
When during the summer noon under the scorching heat,
Little boy of about thirteen is reminded,
Of the joy of winter’s plethora of souvenirs.

Tender (love)

What I feel each time I see her,
I cannot call it love, for it will only
Abuse or praise my tender heart
Who is yet to know either and judge.
And how she looks back at me
Dancing her eyes, rolling them all over me is something else.
My friends, older than me, tell me she is big enough, out of my reach,
Yet in my heart I know that I love her and the sense of her being.
I love the way I wait hours to look at her when I go down to play,
And when she comes in early morning, as fresh as she bathed.
Isn’t it all love? I asked them who mock me.
And in return they say,
She’s only to give you a chocolate or two,Not the things you don’t even know of.
I turn around and walk towards home,
I didn’t understand what they said.
Yet another morning in the scorching heat,
Outside her house in the society park,
Holding my bat, I’m waiting in sweat for her to step out and smile back.

The lost one

Where would you go
If the winds would let you fly,
Across the street to the bakery shop,
Or into the mountains for a quiet laugh?
What would you be inside the place
where you belong,
Would you be honest and have the will,
Or just sinfully play along?
Would you dream of the names,
Memories of your childhood,
People as they were then,
And how lively you have been in past?
Would you for me
Watch the snow through the window,
And race your mind into a memory of us?
Considering the things lost, would you let me in?
Would you let me sneak through your thoughts
And for a moment let me think,
The person you were and that you dream of
Isn’t inside the greedy skin.
Should you stay at all today?
Today when I have lost,
All of life inside  me that is,
Is disturbed dramatically- wholly or still.

Deserted

Who are we to blame in this crucial crime
Of tenderness and bliss, of fortune and sin?
For our reach is of mere our own hands guiding us
The way to the broken meadow
With nothing beside us but our own shadow,
In the silence no one shall lead the way.
Our crime is just and must be done with.
For such like us are lovers who seek the shelter of hope and comfort,
The founding stones of which, we with our blood, put to work.
Our journey is of patience and virtue,
No gold or silver one can extract.
Sleepless nights, hunger and thirst shall accompany our lives,
As we work to shield the lovers who defy the world.
For such o world you must pave their ways,
Their dignity restored shall only sum up to their pacified world,
I today for such lovers vow to die,
My death, my sacrifice history must know,
These lovers, such who fear, shall never be thrown.

Darling angel

I am no man to keep her waiting,
For she is worthy princess of her kingdom,
I am no man to live by myself,
For she is the magic that rules my heart.
I take no care of my devious deeds,
Uncertain is the word for men like me,
Yet I, like others, am only just a human,
Like all others who strive, I too need a reason.
Come back soon my darling sensation,
I need your love to reconcile with human vision,
Bring with you those words of forgiveness,
Forgiving insanity, forgiving mistakes.
I take no account of any conversation,
For I am dead for her highness as it seems,
Insane guy the did the ugliest thing they’d say,
When I cut my soul on doors of her palace,
Singing, dancing, in bloody atire, however unfortunate it may seem,
Darling angel shall once again be with me.

Heart Of Gold

I’d like to think my heart as a game,
An endless game of faith and misery
And the fight shall continue for ages I suppose,
Long years that I shall live, this heart will be born each time again.
I come with most delicacy and sentiments,
And when I say such phrases, understand!
This heart is one bloody shape of disguise,
He who loves the heart knows it a thousand times better.
I keep this little man close to myself,
Yet often it lingers on freely,
I say of dreams and casual instances,
But, my heart, I shall say is an art of mockery.
Say your words aloud, loud enough to hear
This heart, this is a ruthless spirit,
Hoping on people randomly as it does,
Love is an action to the doer,
Multiple actions performs such fickle heart.

Dark

Shelter my heart and satiate my thirst
But dear lady, don’t get me obsessed with love.
I have come a long way out of those streets
And sometimes in nights alone
A waste an hour or so mourning
Those days of us and how it went
From you and me to me and more and many.
Each one at a time
I thought I loved,
Each one once in a while
I just selfishly cared.
Come tonight for my walls resent this guilt
Of whatever they did
The blame that must be their or not.
I could care less today and work it out in days to come
But as a human that I am,
Love is a tender bliss of lust and life
Taken in proportion each rational,
I seek to accept the fragility of this relation.
So shelter my heart and deviate my mind
Because within these webs for once
I need to feel lost again.