Through a wall of flesh

Imprint of a palm I see

Could be a tiny foot

Then the moment of motions

Random and haphazard

You weary? Unhappy? Mad?

Or just knock-around?

 

But moments of no motions

Become eons of momentous wondering

The silence that follows

Forces behind bony cages

Throbbing heart beats to be heard

 

And now is the appointed time

A new world awaits

Come out of the watery world

Of the comfort of darkness

Dislodge from the line of life

 

Warm and empty palms await

Throbbing hearts be beating

On Mother’s Day

Would you be a gift

 

I speak as if you could hear

I smiled as if you could see

But I know you feel me

Through a wall of flesh

 

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In uncertain minds

Just like naughty kids

With uncertain minds

And evergreen rhinorrhea

With scruffy looks

And pooppy diapers

Worst of all

The verbal diarrhoea

Stinks up the place

Even a cyclone can’t dispose

Scent of ages hence

Marks a journey downhill

As I live on perched up

High in uncertain minds

The other side

Where lights of dawn crash and burn

Amidst tranquilityy of its silence

Whose dusts never rise an inch

Lying still in perpetual sleep

Tis a place sleep never cease

Rest is always taken for granted

But unused dreams rise up like mountains

And continue to grow like the Himalaya

O’ the other side

Never once a delinquent’s abode

Every man free to his own plot

Every woman is single

Time can’t its patience measure

Nor can priests its faults find

Men can’t its daughters defile

Nor can pestilences its sons afflict

Absolute freedom I desire

That which is found only in you

Take my hand but not just yet

Let me fill my cup of dreams

Where dark of night is forgotten

And dawn is not anticipated

What really is dusk then?

Would I ever know the answer?

My fore fathers chose you

This other side

It is but my right to choose you too

When my time is right

Father’s got brawn

There’s a getaway ride
Where do you hide?
Come! Come out now
You! For you I will bow
But here’s your father
Without your mother
And he’s got one seat in hand
It must have been planned
Oh no, this ride was made for one
I couldn’t have won
I know this ride was made for one
Oh no, I couldn’t have won
But I would try
The limit is the sky
Like a relentless ant

On an isolated plant

I say I must try on
Your father’s got brawn
Brain isn’t his kind of thing
I will try on something
Hey, there’s a getaway ride
Lemme guess where you hide

Only reality

Dreaming

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At this time of the morn
Not a sound of a yawn
Air Condition’s constant hum
Like the sound of dripping rum
A thought came running
Bright like a flash of lightning
Twas sweeter than I felt
Wasn’t gonna melt yet
But the shaking was real
Twas really big a deal
But the warmth of the sheets
At this time of the morn
Not a sound of a yawn
And the constant hum
Like dripping rum
Is the only reality
In this locality
That me greets

The Chat

Chat

Earthly conversation

Certainly a sensation

On the horizon like a plane
Oh can’t hear but see it in vain

But like a distant flame
Struts a dance on its own game

From the keyboard
All the keywords

This earthly conversation
Is certainly a sensation

Stirs the chambers of the heart
Blurs its howls for a start

Issues promise of a certain certainty
Misuses time aplenty

It’s life and its ways
It’s life and its days

Separated

Separated

Separated

Tis a battle
of the mantle
A sudden state
Am without a mate
Not alone
I alone
Knows this fact
Tis not loneliness
Tis loftiness
That separates
Our fates

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