The shipwreck

Tears soak the shreds of my heart
Falling from the eyes of my soul
Washing clean blood strains,
Of yesterday’s wreckage

Our love life, a lost ship
Amidst the vast open sea
Strongly surviving countless storms
Until last night, when all changed

The night was beautiful,
A hollow moon and infinite stars
God’s magnificent work of art,
Till when clouds swam in, and covered all

Lightening struck in every direction
And the god of thunder yelled with rage,
Calling forth the typhoon of the western Pacific
Stirring violently, dark clouds

The goddess of the sea raised her tides,
To height like one of the sky,
And then, slammed them onto our deck,
Sinking us into the deep waters

I thought we were dying,
Watched you drop motionlessly
As my eyes shut slowly,
At our ending life together

And yet, opening once again,
To a clear blue sky,
And your beautiful face,
Smiling back at me

Is it a next life?!
Cause I so desire to live with you
So you place your lips onto mine
Kissing them softly

To which I know,
That life, has for sure blessed me with another chance
To create more memories with you
On this lost island,
Where our ship wrecked


Dear mom and dad

It is a crazed world
Where sanity and insanity war
Man tethered by responsibility
Grazing between choices

Choosing a pathway to lifelessness
The black hole of all human life
The one side that we do not know
Pulling each one of us randomly

When man chooses sanity,
He lives to a scale
Set by the society, family and himself
Balancing happiness between all

Hmm! What are a wondering way to live?

Sometimes I do think its easier to be insane
At least then I don’t have to play by the rules
My dad a preacher, and mom a judge

Both speaking of hell,
One allegedly ruled by demons,
And another built of stone and bars
Designed for people like me

The sons of anarchy?
She replies, ” yes indeed!”

And why do I believe her?
Is it a paranormal feature that all mothers have?
Or they just tap into their children’s naivety?
Using sincere eyes that say, all is well

Hmm! A powerful weapon they wield

But anyway, this time,
some part of me still hinges
On the thought that insanity is better
Cause one doesn’t have to be tethered by anything

am I demented?
Tell me, really, am I?

I understand that responsibility defines life
It is the soul of sanity
And yet most of those who choose it seem unhappy

Unlike our brothers who choose the later
Living care free and drowning in physical laughter
And yet, them too are not truly happy

Tell me dad, what is life?
Is it the choice of how we make us happy?

And if yes, what is happiness?
Is it that gained by sanity or insanity? Or may be both?
Huh? Tell me

Yours truly,
The 10 year old son

Note: I will be playing with Cathy next door
Thought you should know in case you need me
I love her hair and she smells good 
I understand you don’t want me to play with her
But I just won’t stop
Reason, because I like breaking rules
Love you mom. Love you dad

That thing called love

Yesterday I believed not in love
And today I float freely in its realm

It is a world of hearts,
Beating at a matching tempo

Where bodies kiss,
Absorbing warmth and sweat

Hands move and explore
Making light touches so thrilling

Running from the toe,
To the last hair on your head

Becoming lost from the physical world
To that of elated bliss

And so, you say unto me,
That I am demented

But, how can I explain to you?
That which you have felt not

You may understand,
But never come to know what it’s like

To wish time would rewind one second back
So you could hear her voice call out your name

To wish the sun would not fall for at least one evening
That you may watch her smile, amidst a beautiful twilight

She says goodnight,
And it feels like forever

Usually just a few hours to dawn
And I hear the other end of line die

So I wait on the clock until it’s morning
Turning in this bed till every part of it feels uneasy

What’s the point in feeling,
And yet can’t express yourself?
Like a huge bubble of emotion,
Expanded to it’s limit, but bursts not

Sometimes I feel angry for my poor heart
Overriding my mind and taking control of me

And yet when it does,
Its drives me to places of wonder

So tell me please,
Is this the thing called love?

The midnight sail

Crack, a little sound from the mast

Responding to the touch of the monsoon

On her old wooden structure

A tender embrace he gives

Stretching wide the black canvas

Whispering tales of the brave

The once beautiful and strong

But now lay wrecked at sea bottom

Harboring souls of the dead

Captain Black and his crew

An old map of the sea

To the lost moving island

Resting the rulers of the sea

The great kings of pirates


Whoosh, gentle waves drifting

Rocking us rhythmically

A musical sensation it feels

Like a fine tune of a classical

Conducted live in the open sea

Trumpets, trombones and tubas

Violins, violas and harps

A symphonic sound for the travelling souls

And as the sea guardians work

Attending to Captain White in his cabin

I stand on the deck

Relishing the cold breeze

Watching the moon shift

On a midnight sail

A God or gods

Many tales of the ancient

The great rulers of space

Molding life out of one

To create the vast beauty that we love

And the many nightmares we dread

To imagine it’s all the same

The one thing in us all

Both good and bad

Human or not

Just one



Many years counted

The great forgers of time

A moving wheel of seasons

Falling into the white snow

And springing into the warm sunrise

To imagine the astonishing turn of events

One thing after another

Both good and bad

Human or not

Only one



Many creations there are

The great artists of life

Casting shapes out of dust

Dressing flesh onto bones

And breathing life into the them

To imagine sculptural work that marvelous

One piece after another

Both good and bad

Human or not

Just one



Rulers of space,

Forgers of time,

And creators of life

By many names we call them

And many faiths do we believe

The wondering mysteries of man

One being after another

Both good and bad

A God or gods

Only one


Blessed and yet cursed! (Heads or Tails)

An elderly man with a medium height

Wearing a short stubble with a little grey

Rubbing it every minute or two

A clear sign of deep thought

A classic conduct of the old

Listening carefully to a young soul

Shuttering glasses as he speaks

Pieces flying in the air

Bleeding hearts and skin

A weary face for a weeping spirit

Deep in anguish for the plunge in moral

In this era of the smart and young

Blind to their mistakes and hate correction

Leaving him in worry, what future there was?


He stood arms crossed

Just a few feet from where I was

Facing the highway to see the passing cars

Clearly unhappy about what he was hearing

Like it was a mundane tale of the wolf of the Wall Street

A lone nobody playing his way up onto the boards

In tune with the wheel of luck

That every step is a fairy cloud

Raising him closer to the stars

Which regrettably he doesn’t touch

But falls so deep that he hurts

Breaking every bone in him

And lo, he lives

Leaving him in wonder, what was fortune?


He looked straight into my eyes

With a piercing gaze so deep

Like he was watching a motion picture

A classic act by Alfred Allen

In the Ghost city of 1923

Aghast by the amorphous creature

Breathing fire and smoke

And yet spitting blood as it spoke

The deadly phobias of his past

All wrapping in close around him

Realizing so little he had accomplished

Cause he was a one winged bird

Unable to fly to the stars

Leaving him in regret, what was life?


A few grey hair to show

For all the years lived

Cast into the shadows of the alleys

Waiting on the hands of the kind

To stretch out to where you lay

To remind you of what light felt like

Just before you fade away into oblivion

As you’re slowly devoured by your decisions

The unwise prejudice by all

To brand lousy on your face

Cause of some wrong steps

Many or few, it doesn’t matter

Ignoring the play of heads and tails

With the forever changing events of future


Blessed and yet cursed!

To live long and yet poor

Wise and yet weak


Blessed and yet cursed!

To be young and yet so foolish

Rich and still so foolish


Blessed and yet cursed!

One To Three

One to three

Strength our greatest

And like the ancient Rome

Dwelling heavenly for years


One to three

Beauty your dearest

And like the colorful mosaic of fallen leaves

An appealing touch of fall in months


One to three

Ecstasy my favorite

And like a sweet tune of a mocking bird

Falling deep in wonder for seconds


One to three

Counting to the best

The magnificent moments of life

Portrayed in depth

Through the realm of time

One to three!







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