Bed of Broken Dreams

 Bed of Broken Dreams

I've got a job and I've got a girlfriend
I've got a loving family and a couple of couple of great friends
I can buy my wishes I can keep my deal's end
Life not too grand but it ain't like I need to fend

All's cool and I get by
keeping expectations shy
I don't cry, I just try to dry
 my eyes if I feel storms nigh

But I look back at the kid that dreamed
Screamed at the sky at planes' chem steams
Wanted to be a pilot and wanted to beam
through the sky through cloudy streams

Then the kid grew a bit more,
a sophomore of science roared
"I want to be a scientist for science is never a bore
Seldom feels like a chore"

Adolescence hit and hormones brewed
Everyone seemed rude, prude a bit skewed
Rock and Rap became his mood
Something he would have ensued for he wanted to feel like a dude

His body matured his thoughts calmed
Had some harm from a break-up but man! books were like a balm
Never alarmed, poised and calm
Wanted to be a writer, a poet and with a pen he was armed

The kid is a man now, a proper one at that
Look at that, his bed now, it's large, big and fat
Filled with broken dreams and atop, he's sat.

In My Realm

In My Realm

With a 4, sittin' in my sofa
clock struck 11

"this evening could not have been more long, god! Heavens!"

I thought, so far

Then door swinged

I hinged

Eyes down, she stepped in

Eyes up, and they sucked me in

Before going back down

As if she has something in mind

Sleeveless white one piece

but she had something up her sleeve

One step after another

she keep comin' in

My gaze never left her persona

as my senses were givin' in

With a smile of a culprit
Nope, the smile was 'culpretty'

She climbed up, "pretty"

as the table corner caressed her bottom curve

with her hands on the table and a leg stretch

Felt like she posed for me

My eyes devoured her bare and smooth neck

As she turned her head sideways

before settimg her gaze upon me

That smile left and a hungry look looked at me, astray

I felt like her prey

And I was ready to be served in a tray

She leaned forward to put her fangs in me

and her booty left the table top

My blood went flip flop

I adjusted myself
Gulped a little

She bent, one hand on my thingh

and ither under my ear, in my hair

With elevated breath and closed eyes

Our lips were about to meet
when she vaguely whispered "good bye, hun"

and faded in thin air

as clock struck 11'o one. 

I fight.

I Fight

I see this structured world
I obey
I see the changing lights
I don't make haste
From the dawn of my time
on duty and off-days
I sail the daily winds
Am I so stray?

For glory and money, for food and fame
I am riding on the heights
of shame
Because I hate risks, because I fear them
I freeze to the bone
I don't make

Well, I will stand up, and I will walk straight
I will see in your eyes, I won't walk away
I want to taste the blood
I want pain

I'm a soldier of my own
I'll wash my own face
I am ready for the fight

And fate.

A question, never to be taken lightly.

Death

They say, there is pain in death
pain is before it; death is filled with peace
They say, there is fear in death
but fear is what the demon of death seeks

Death is what, but an inevitable decree
for the flesh and bone we host
death is something to be embraced
death is to be given a wholesome toast

We curse it, we fear it
we wish for it to delay
we are idiots, we are fools
we must forge the words of our grave

Reflect on how to live

meditate on what to try
but question has never been of living
the question is, "How to die?''

The eternal pain of the opportunity, when lost.

Opportunity Lost

It is regrettable loss
when the opportunity's lost
it is not about luck or a toss
but, when opportunity's lost
it's worse than the bite of the frost.

When it is served to you
like hot cake in the tray
but you doubt yourself
you doubt everything you may say,
everything you may do,
like everything you may look
you doubt everything with you,
your head spins and then shooks
you think of all of the moves,
you've see in movies and books.
You find it hard to say,
it's not as easy as it looks.

You come to senses with prying thoughts,
then you think of what you have lost,
"was the risk worth not taking?"
but till then, opportunity's lost.

How I fantasize sex would be.

To The God, We Speak

The silence that sends
the screams that call

the souls to bend,
as, in contentment, we fall.
In the flow of unknown, indefinitely we reach

to the god, we speak of.

To the god, we speak.

Dilated eyes, never leaving each other.
In sync our breath fall
before we sink in each other.

gravity between us, out weights the other

our lips, as they meet,

for us everything is now murdered.

Numbing the brain, we devour each other further.

Our love has revised.

It expression, not verbal.

Indecisive, our bodies are recasting the pose.

Our lips are never parting, as we strip our way close.

Red like wine, red like red rose,

our bodies are heating,
even helieos is cold.

Corporeal limitations are not leaving any resolve

 We will never know that it happened, never know how we dissolved.

This is when our gratification goes at the peak,

to the god, we speak of.

To the god, we speak.

A desperate attempt to show my desperate attempts.

Cookie

I made a cookie;
somebody else ate it.

I got the recipe in class 12th
it was good in shape, it was good in health.

but i lacked the ingredients, and i lacked necessary wealth.

I had biscuits nearby
but i wanted that cookie
i was an ametuer cook
i was just a damn rookie.

It was all a blur, how my cooking started,

but i damn well remember that i did it whole hearted.

The cooking was fun
we chatted, we dated, we wandered in the sun.

we were having the time of our life

she praised my personality,

i praised her eyes
but time is crucial, this i didn't realise.

my fellows often told me
"the cookie is ready: eat it, you moron"

"I want it perfect, i want to heat it, be gone."

The cookie was ready,
i should have listened.

their wise words,
well, now i miss'em.

Now the cookie has been taken,

the cookie that i made.

but i like the cookie so much,
i don't even want to wade.

This is my story
and i just hate it..
the fact that i made a cookie
and somebody else ate it.