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.