Near Far

Distant dreams

By the pier I stood and watch the ship sail away;
By the waves my thoughts drifted
By the breeze my feelings strived to explore
My innocence knew no bounds
Making me rediscovering my ancestors proclamation

When the masts sail, I trembled for the pirates
When the anchor was pulled, I scared for the sharks
When salmon was noticed, I felt excited for gold
When the blue water shadowed, I looked for the albatross
Sea sickness drenched my soul like an angel in a dungeon

Can the creep of the wind be less astounding?
Can the little rumble create a tempest?
Can the purple haze testify the serene blanket?
Can the little umbrella keep me from the testimonies of life?
Can the sudden ceasefire make me a new person?

There is no caress, there is no feeling
There is no strength, there is no valor
There is no bigamy, there is no divorce
There is no possessiveness, there is no cherishing
There is doubt, and it is passive

Society can never consume, but explode
The lanterns run out of oil, recreate forest fire
The water turns green, with peril of penance
The creativity subsidizes, with the erosion of mind
Its dangerous, a threat and a chance to venture

By the streams of ocean, does a river make its journey
By the spectrum of horizon, the zenith plaster
By the jinx of voodoo, the eyes strangle
Darkness and evil never lie nor sleep
They jeopardize, they retreat, they engulf

Can my melted heart be broken?
Can my scented life, blow fresh breath?
Can I respire to a few counts?
Can I step up to be what I am?
Can I get out of the boundaries, and the home principles?

The odyssey has been created, revamped
Self, Conscious, Soul, Mind,
All are at stake, welfare at the cost
Epic stays, future lives

surpassing teenage mind

MIRACLES OF MYSTERY

Was Solomon treasure a fact?
Was goliath a gigantic man?
Was Samson a hair advert?
Was Moses a true believer?
Was intercourse a sin by an adulteress?
Was the mystery of miracle a true possession of vision?

Is blood the red vine?
Is rain the crystal stalk?
Is honey a metaphor?
Was birthday a rebirth?
Was construction a permanent disaster?

Was crying a true disguise?
Was pain a real pleasure?
Was paper a life giver?
Was food a time survival?
Was death a life massacre?
Were you a true nuisance?

Was satisfaction a true bliss?
Was betrayal a right attitude?
Was floor the best ground?
Was nature a book animation?
Were doors an eye opener?
Were legs a broken ligament?

Was message a symptom?
Was disease a taboo?
Was knowledge a creation?
Was mind a delusion?
Was click the right snap?
Was leaf a green chloroplast?
Were sperms the ova saver?

Was time a constant constraint?
Was scent a nasal touch?
Was life a commotion?
Was air an amalgamation?
Was sex an exhaust sleep?
Was masturbation the teen trance?
Was miracle a truth?
Was mystery an answer to all questions?
Did I write it or was it a mystery?
Who knows? As long as you live people live
That’s a human and that’s a soul

pervert innocence

The nostalgia

The urgency in me sprang me
The panorama was etched in my mind
I reckon what I did or used to
Until the subtleness in me subsidized


No matter what I couldn’t
Money couldn’t give me pleasure
It’s that innate feeling which comes in
When two souls combine


And the sweat and thrust
Is what not the task
But the pressure and the plonker
Was as young and cruel


My faint joyous cries
My curly moist arena
My beauty vanity insanity
My arrogance surrogate inanity


Who said Vanity Fair?
As long as Vanity isn’t fair
When things are up and can’t resist
Take a walk and make a lock


The soft tenderness and the mild covetousness
The hard opening and the mild gentleness
The pierce and gasp
Make things much worse
Not until you cry out “Oh my…Faster”


Speech is reduced actions are condemned
The press and touch
The nurture included amalgamation
The vagile twat and senile stat


Make a comeback again for ever
It’s spontaneous it’s ridiculous
Its rendezvous and atrocious
But nevertheless it’s really intuitive chorus


Last but not the least
Let us make it a day
In the latter sense it’s already day
Horizon envelopes and curling mesmerize
And when the alpha and omega create and obeisance
And we call it a thing that never slept but worked.