black white

Hear those footsteps
They coming towards me
This corner I found
Will soon desert me

I tried to learn
Walked each step
I tried to talk
Each word watched

In the spotlight
Naked I stand
After been analyzed
I have been subsidized

These jeer, they now haunt
Stinging eyes, seem to rape my soul
Paupers of the sanity
Guard my prison cell

I have been labeled
I have been prejudiced
I have been denied
All I have now
Is all that I always had.

Ocean I have
Of love
That can’t be arrested
Pearls I have
Of wisdom
That can’t be stolen
Tornado I am
Of liberation
That can’t be subdued
Fire I keep
Of faith
This can’t be extinguished

winter kiss

Brown paper with smudged ink stains
Small leather bag with rusted bracelets
Old guitar with her name on the back
That old Neil young tee shirt
All haunt me this cold lonely winter morning

Post its with your lipstick stains
That bench in the park
Road to your place with that steep slope
Your rickety gate
All haunt me this cold lonely winter morning

That old country song
Slow riffs
Smooth movements
Whisper that made me tickle
All haunt me this cold lonely winter morning

Sun seems to be a tad bit dull
Breeze seems to be a little subdued
There is no music in the air
The whole universe seems to be a little wanting
This cold lonely winter morning
wants to see you smiling.

paper ships

I wish green grass
Never should disappear
I wish life
Never to be misunderstood
I wish people
Never should hate
I wish God
Never should feel low
I wish weapons
Never should had been used this way
I wish rich
Never should loose empathy
I wish dreams of little children
Never should go dour
I wish Christmas nights
Never should be spent alone
I wish music
Never should be written for money
I wish love
Never should be forced
I wish rainbows
Never should be seen in gloom
I wish books
Never should create hatred
I wish parents
Never should underestimate their kids
I wish power
Never should be misused
I wish lovers
Never should have to part
I wish paper ships in rainwater
Never should sink

un forget

Pictures on the wall
Those memories seem so far
A feather floating in the air
My emotions have disappeared
A shade of black, a hue of grey
Somber silence on a midnight prayer
Crackling autumn leaves on the red soil
Heart at peace, won't recoil
Flying saucers under the robe of gypsy
Take me away, I am way too trippy
Not before the sun sets
Not after the sunrise
Meet me there
Where my soul shall rise.

crayons smeared in red

Running around the house
Bare feet, the angel has arrived
Sitting in the lap
Then falling off asleep
Angel gets a little older
Dad is an army man
He loves too much
But say, he can’t
Tucked in the quilt of principles
The angel sleeps each night
Dad goes to war
Angels leans by the fence
Sees her father
Leaving that night
The rabbits in the garden play with her
The sparrows in the sky sing for her
But oh my gloomy child, why won’t you smile
Then one day
On the winds of despair
Angel knew it all
Her crayons smeared in red

i am too beautiful to die so young

Tamarind streets beckon me
My coat my jeans
And my six string
Mr. Sun winks and says
Hey boy
The serpents are inching forward
I guess, they are making a pact
I turn around
I don’t want to run
I say, I am too beautiful to die so young
The claws of green
The shackles of black
The daggers of white
Pound on me with all their might
I can’t run, I can not hide
I just stay their and say
Hey dude, I am too beautiful to die so young
Dad says I am crazy
Mom just sighs sympathetically
I watch them all
My eyes don’t blink
Hold my cold hands
Give me a quilt
I am so numb
I feel that it is time
But I feel
I am too beautiful to die so soon
Crashed against the boulder
I woke up and felt as if I was asleep for ages
With my squinting eyes, I see them
They are gazing and
I don’t seem to recognize
Angel hands behind the silhouette
Grab me up and the shine blinds me
I see my girl
Standing there
It’s good to be alive
I told you, I am too beautiful to die.

high and low

Hey I see you coming
You wearing that new linen design
Nothing in specific
On your mind
Your scarf is blowing in the wind
You are smiling at something
There’s the spring in your gait
You scan the avenue
People everywhere
Lovers by the fountain
Kid’s queuing by the deli
The sky looks a little gay
The breeze is just right
That guy yonder sings the Dylan blues
You feel my presence
You try to locate but you can’t
You know I am there
Hands in the pocket
You locate me
You find a corner
Where people are not too much
Roll up your sleeves
The needle sees the light of the day
The rendezvous is over
You throw me in the bin
And you stroll away

chug away

Stepped on the misty grass
The stranger with an empty glass
Of a mind that shall not rest
He looks sideways
The promise of a distant day
Running away
Smiles get a little stronger
The chill is calming the fire inside
His heart
Bites his lips smells the flowers
Wants to move forward
Soul won’t let him go
This pull is too strong
This sin is too strong
Can it be all a lie
Shall his heart ever fly
Dismissed thoughts lie on the dirty carpet
Demons of nothing surround him
Closes his eyes presses his grin a little wry
Knows its going to end or was it a lie
Let this night pass
Cold body needs a warm heart
He is all right being hungry
Little peace of mind is all that is required
Clock ticks the luggage of pain away
My train chugs away


khush

illusions

Frozen tulips shall shake themselves off the shackles of snow
Fiery winds from the valley shall endure the smell of blood
Scattered rainbow across the sky shall bask in its glory
Wounded rain shall wet the parched lips of the desert
Black roses shall spread beauty in my angel’s eyes
Slut of a night shall get ready for her last dance
Horses of the anger shall gallop across the virgin emotions of heart
Pain in its pristine glory shall sleep tonight
Wailing nomad shall talk to the lord
Aged trees shall look at the encroachments
Hungry man shall eat himself in his hunger
Sea algae shall sparkle for the stranger
Beautiful priest shall take her ablutions
Jaded anger shall finally evaporate in morning mist
Daggers of trust shall finally enter the crevices of mountain dawn
Illusions of reality shall finally see the glory of night
The day shall end to be born again
And the bartender shall pour me a bloody marry.


Khush