Dear People

I'm livin' a dream.
The one I cannot describe.
It comes natural to me.
Like cannibalism to a tribe.

I look at the sky.
It's beautiful, day and night.
It never makes the news.
Like when cops shoot on sight.

I could sing my heart out.
or dance in the noisiest of rains.
Alas, I'll have to wait for that day,
When the modern world protects Abel from Cain.

Oh! those beautiful people.
That innocence in their hearts.
Who wouldn't like that permanently.
They live in slums and move heavy carts.

I like reading these days.
It's unbelievable, but it's true.
What's more unbelievable?
To make ends meet, some women still have to screw.

I was fond of my granny.
Enjoyed obeying her innocent requests.
Obedience and loyalty are significant
And our politicians know it best.

It's been a while, since I slept well.
Like a lil' baby or my lovin' niece.
I'm sure that time is not too far,
The day I rest in peace.

Mother Nature

A lil' girl that she is or what it seems like.
She can speak volumes by just droppin' the mike.
Her lil' bursts of laughter can brighten your day.
Her lil' bursts of anger...oh well, that's here to stay.
For a lil' while though; it will certainly fade.
And that's how it works and that's how she's made.
She flies around like a busy bee.
Catering to everyone around her as far as she cans see
But at the end of the day, she's human too.
She deserves that love and care, authentic and ever so true.

Wishful Thinking

I kept lookin' at her sincere eyes.
The pair that melts your heart, when it cries.
I was ignorant, guided by my own troublesome mind.
But the memory of her voice helps me unwind.

Am i lonely?
Or is this what I've been waiting for?
There's no other replica.
There cannot be one more.

She has no right over me.
Yet, it's easy to surrender
I'm glad I ain't an alcoholic
Goin' separate ways would lead me to a bender.

I can sense the softness,
In her glowing skin.
And feel the glistening hair
With evident silkiness within.

Hold them and never let go
I can sense her hands hinting at mine.
I'd happily orchestrate that
As smooth as a perfect crime.

And perhaps both would want time to go slow.
With all these subtle dreams and things yet to begin.
I should prick myself to reality
With a sadistic pinch or a merciless pin.

It's time to put this one to rest for tonight.
A new day awaits like a candidate with promise and delight.
I cannot fathom sometimes how the world does this everyday,
But I'll keep till those fellas on top, turn grey.

Keep Talkin'

Those past gut wrenching tragedies,
I could've never guessed.
But the key word here is "past",
And that's for the best.

So what lies ahead,
Is no less than an exciting mystery.
One can only hope it lasts long enough,
To be passed on as history.

I often wonder what would it be like,
Pulling on those chubby cheeks.
Will it invite that serene smile
Or simply a slap on my wrists?

She surprises me everyday; today chirpy, tomorrow stone-cold.
And grandma-like-her, finds ways to point out I'm old.
It doesn't bother me one bit, and it doesn't really matter.
Both our heads are on our shoulders, no evidence they'll scatter.

Conversations have picked up some pace.
Don't you like the sound of that?
And I'm almost certain, this ain't a phase.
Fingers crossed for this to not fall to a splat.

No. I'm not keeping high hopes.
That's just premature.
But being positive leads to positive thoughts
And positive actions for sure

In closing, before you doze off,
On me, like "some" people.
I'll be waiting for tomorrow like always,
For my next much needed refill.

Moment of Truth

She threatened me today.
Oh those devious choice of words!
I wasn't trembling. No siree bob.
How's that even possible?
Am I not thinking straight or have I met my match for real?
I suppose I have. It's simply extraordinary.
One day we're immature like a manchild, the other day we're as right as rain.
Maybe the one sitting upstairs had something to do with it.
He's one unpredictable wizard.
You might be wondering what the threat was.
Well it was just a gun fired by society from her folks' shoulders.
At the risk of sounding braggy, I'd say I've grown wise.
Or she unknowingly made me strong.
Yup...they do have the ability to do that.
Even though I'm supposed to be macho like she remarked.
There's plenty to rack our brains about...in the near future.
But for now, I'd freeze this moment as if there was no tomorrow.
It had buckets of honesty pouring in...almost smothering the confidence.
But we persevered and kept our heads above the water.
Bottom line is tentative...yet a sweet memory now to cling onto until the moment of truth.

Just A Matter of Time...

Distance isn't easy.
Some stumble, some don't attempt, some are just hopeful.
We don't need a thousand moments to figure.
What's best for us, we eventually realize.
That's where I wonder - how did this happen and why did this happen?
I thank my loneliness ad your anxiety, that one day.
They clicked so well and we innocently let them take over.
My Alzheimer's may have kicked in, so our conversation may vaguely be remembered.
What matters to me is that till date it puts a smile on my face.
A smile that personifies, not just a random happy episode  of my life,
But a very like God-given enduring gift.
I thank Him and I thank you for being there for me.
I'm glad you are my friend, and someday we will meet.

(March 2016)

Let's Talk...

Yes. You are one of those,
And I am truly one of them.
Your simplicity can do no damage
My complexity may fluctuate.
You're in a bubble the society created for your mind,
And I'm cornered by the aftermath of when the inevitable burst mine.
Knowledge and norms may bring this plot together
But don't be complacent long enough;
That devil in the details is the master of perfect timings.
Patience is what can clear those dark clouds for me,
But you are and will always be blinded by our anxiety.
So I ask you this question, "Are you ready to give in to this dream?
Or will your sudden pre-mature analysis may force you to turn the page?"
Risking our time is equivalent to the honesty we show.
Against all odds, we can join forces on a simple logical impulse.
I'm glad we had this talk;
You may feel the complete opposite
But I was expecting that before I began
And you realized it when I was embossing the final fundamentals.
And that's because darling, you are one of those,
And I am truly one of them.