ASK

Ask the drooping moon

Ask the rising sun

Ask if your life is flowing smoothly

Or if you are tackling a turn

Don’t lose the hope

Don’t say die

If you need me, ask me

Where I am?

Here am I

Turn the silky pages of life

with love around you

Be happy within

Be happy in you

Ask what is meant to be asked

Ask it once

Ask it time two

All the secrets, all the bonds

Will be kept within me and you

COMBAT

The combat against the self, is not an easy one

Though everyone rebells, but “escape”, the none

A seethe of soap, would be just to describe

The animal called human, who always enjoyed the hike

The days are gone when the word hippie was there

And to the savagery now, everyone adhere

Should it be called a game? Or a mere satire?

The state, the human self over the history has acquired

Blood for blood they want, head for head they say

Thirst for blood bath, no one’s left to pray

“Thou”, I pray, take a rebirth, to contrive a new human

To change the mind of your puppets, to reduce the confusion

Kill “Us” or destroy the “Self”

or solve the questions that mess around

Questions that kill every fraction

Answer to which could not be found

COLORBLIND

I am the rain in the middle of desert

I am the sunshine at the core of the sun

I am a candle in the erratic storm

I am a solitary ship fighting the tide of time

We say time goes and never comes back

But at last time stays, we go

But in short measures it is worth to make a life

By conducting a worth full play, the play in worth of life

Thou help the downtrodden

He sees the green

He sees the blue

He sees the black

WHAT CAN BE SAID

Look at me,

I was never like this before

I smiled a routine way long

and stepped out home at four

I never had this head with me

I was able to walk erect

I’m sure I was a humble some

and was most of the time correct

I really was a moody one

Drank and dreamed for day and night

I won the rounds, I won the rings

But lost from life, In the fight

I used to read

I ought to write

my fate got wrong

But my intentions were bright

I loved to watch the sprouting buds

I loved everything I could see

I lost my love, I lost myself

I lost my “You”, I lost my “Me”

Now I lay down in ground

What they say, “Hundred percent dead”

What else left now that you may ask

Else by me, “What can be said”?

SPELL A WORD

Spell a world,

which makes one smile

Spell a word,

which expresses a style

Spell a word,

which is lighter than snow

Spell a word,

that makes someone bow

Spell a word,

which makes sorrow less

And the word which comes out,

must come out of bless

Spell a word,

which make people fall

Crossing the limitations,

of rich, poor, big and small

Spell a word,

with the power of thinking

One that can work out,

at the time of sinking

Some people spell the words,

Like they wish to spell

Good spells go to heaven,

And the bad spells go to hell. 

FAIR FAITH

I would paint for you my love, 

As painter paints on canvas

I would swim for you my love, 

As diver swims in the sea

I would cry for you my love, 

As child cries for his princess doll

I will do everything for you, 

It’s my promise to you my love

I would write a story of us, 

The one this world would know

I will make a poem come alive, 

I will carry on as it will grow

I would love you like the wind, 

That promise as it passes by

It will keep us alive my love,

Until the time we die

I CAN DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN

As I walk on this dusty path this evening, I look at the sky

I search these constellations, I search for my lucky star

Wind blows my music away, and my lyrics are lost in time

Still have enough pain in my veins, to get my music back

Let me play your favorite song, Give me my Guitar

There is something I can do, I can still sing for you

As I stop myself to rest on the same pavement again, I look at the grass

I search these lonely roads, I search for my sweat I shed here

Rain washes my tears away, and my lucky shirt is drenched again

Still have enough pain in my veins, to get my share of tears back

Let me cry once again, Give me my rain again

There is something I can do, I can still dance in the rain for you

As I play myself to get tired down on the playground, I look at the goal

I search for my spectators, and my mind is lost in cheers I lost all this while

Crowd that I lost takes my breath away, I search for my crowd again

Still have enough pain in my veins, to get back my cheerleaders

Let me play on my hometown, Give me my golden boots

There is something I can do, I can still hit a goal for you

As I watch these four wheeled morons, I look at my broken rusty two wheeled

I search for my gear box, and my mind is lost in the sound of my engine

Gas in my tank burns my two wheeled away, and my limb is stuck in it

Still have enough pain in my veins, to shift my sixth gear roady

Let me take you for a long ride, Give me my broken bike

There is something I can do, I can still ride a hundred mile for you

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