Smoke a life in the air

"For all the joints burnt in thin air, out of love, out of care"

From the bygones to the sidelines,
I see you travelling by in an arm seat,
With eyes flaming red,
You smoke till the joint breaks away,
Ashes slithering in cool air,
Gulp the air of freedom baby,
And put the throttle to the limit,
As my old mama said one time,
“You aren’t a boy till you,
Hear the screeching sound”
And the car hits the diversion,
Work in progress baby,
Hit the brakes, make a sound,
From the passersby to the sidelines,
Arms flailing like a shadow in disguise,
I see an angel giving me the eye,
Why should I lie to you baby?
I don’t have a lifetime, to throttle around,
Gas prices are taking a hike,
So pull the back seat, and live the life,
Smoke a joint in the cool sunny air,
With eyes flaming red,
I see stars colliding in mid air baby,
The whole constellation is falling by,
Ashes slithering in cool air,
Friction of the cool bodies,
Warm touches,
Baby extinguish the flames inside,
My heart is burning for thee,
So light a joint, till the ashes hits the sidewalk,
Smoke a life in the air,
Burn a few lives, break a few bones,
No one is going moan on your life,
You have not been a celeb in disguise,
So smoke a joint, spray the smoke in the air,
Eyes flaming, burning red,
Burn some lives in the air,
Baby, I ain’t got a lifetime.

If Only: A mirror could reflect the true being

A mirror reflects the true being,

Time has shown its colours,

With eyes awakening to new hopes,

New hopes, news dreams,

Wrinkles spreading beneath the skin,

A sea is bruised and broken within,

Waiting for the shore to come close,

A pure kid once lived within,

Pure, untouched, not yet tarnished,

If only a mirror could reflect the true being,

Eyes see what they want to see,

You are not even close to,

What you wanted to be,

A mirror reflects the lies etched,

Into the memories of each and every being,

Lies, shadows and all the greed,

A river flows within of dirty deeds,

Waiting for the shore to come close,

Need a helping hand to save you,

Save me, save the humanity,

If only a mirror for once,

Could reflect the true me,

Time has shown its colours,

Eyes have withered with time,

A sea is bruised and broken,

A pure kid once lived within,

Echoing the pains and screams,

Words a man couldn’t possibly speak,

If only a mirror could reflect the true sense,

And the awakening of the senses,

To new hopes, new dreams,

A new day has arrived for you and me.

Sexual Fantasies

Your hair fall back,
Near the white dreamy curvature,
Where my hand seeps through,
Perspires, shakes beneath,
And you melt into me,
Light passes by, doors creak,
Bed shudders,
Under the weight beneath,
Heart throbs in motion,
I lose my sight for a while,
In your eyes,
Towards the scene,
Where your heart,
Feels the sensation,
Of my clamp, cold hands,
Fingers rest in peace,
Where the curvature,
Of the never ending seams,
Perspire in anguish,
Dreams run wild,
World revolves around,
Bounded by two souls,
One leaves an impression,
Over the other for life,
I am on you,
You are on me,
I am in you,
You are in me,
And my hand,
Rests in peace,
Where the curvature,
Of your heart,
Heaves a sigh of relief,
Chest heaving up and down,
Near the crease,
Your hair fall back,
Near the white seamless curvature,
And my hands seeps through,
Pierces in between,
Bed shudders,
Under the weight beneath.

Dreams are no one's legacy

I have seen days,
When the old church bell rings,
Signifying life and its seams,
Dreams are no one’s legacy,
Irrespective of all the castes and creed,
And the beggar taking a stand,
On the final stairs of faith,
Never believes in the almighty,
Drowned in the sorrows of his dreams,
He seeks last of the shredded pieces,
To hide the shame left beneath,
He still believes, hopes,
That life has never been fair to him,
That he has tried all the possibilities,
That ecstasy is the final nail,
Before the coffin suffices to creak.

Between heaven and hell:

Let me drown myself in misery,
Maybe the doors of hell wait for me,
Maybe life has given me everything,
Maybe fame and fortune was just a dream,
Maybe I have been an arrogant fool,
A devil of hunger resounds within,
I have seen world with open eyes,
Yet blinded by reality,
I have been the one,
Who sowed the seeds of tragedy,
As you sow so shall you reap,
And the tree of hope has grown old,
Branches of dreams shriek,
The stairs of hell,
Is a two way journey,
Where the path is just a gimmick,
I’m aware of the reality,
I have seen enough days,
I have dreamt enough dreams,
It’s time to slide the sheets,
And the church bell starts to ring,
Sting in my ears,
Blood begins to pour,
Dreams are no one’s legacy,
I will pass none to thee.

Child of a mother

White lily bestows upon the glory,
Of it being surreal and pure,
Like the surface of the sun,
Untouched by no one,
Other than the morning rays,
That penetrates and evolves,
From its skin of white and gold,
A story needs to be told,
By each and every one,
As life is a series of unfulfilled dreams,
And a few memories,
That needs to be undone,
Remembering all your loved ones,
As the morning embarks upon the glory,
Of white lily that feels divine,
When the morning dew,
Slides over the surface, with grace,
Chasing all the butterflies,
Drenching their wings awake,
And the shuddering eyes,
Of a new born baby,
Watches in awe,
As the glory of the day,
Unfolds, like a scenery,
That exudes its colours,
Like the smell of love,
Mystifying each and every one,
And the new born baby,
Glares in hope of catching the bubble,
As the sun shows the seven colours,
Shining, divine I see god in their eyes,
As they are still pure,
Untouched by no one,
But the sweet smell of their mother,
And the father watches,
As his lily blooms into a sun,
And the fragrance evaporates,
Yet stays somewhere close to his heart,
He may never see this day again,
But embarks upon the glory,
Of his lily giving him a tight hug,
And the world seems a little better,
From all the hustle and bustle,
In the arms of your loved one,
And all the chaos and calamities,
Just evaporate into the sun,
As every day needs a change,
And the father of a new born baby,
Feels so small in front of the world,
When the lily blooms awake,
And the smile of the mothers face,
Is worth a thousand suns,
Drowning into the seas of the west,
In hope of rising from the front,
The world needs a little love,
To show its true colours,
And all you need is love,
To bloom that lily awake,
Life needs a change,
And all I need is a new day,
All I need is a new life,
In a better way,
I need the touch of a mother,
To shine awake.