Nature

Often I heard about the
Stars in the sky at full moon
Staring down at me and you and them
Almost as talking to us
Have I had a moment and gazed
I would have known the
Beauty of it, as the poets praised
With a melody of sound
Of the chirping birds around
The trees beneath my balcony
A splendid thousands prayers
A replica of heavenly beauty
Into the water beneath
A scene thousands of years survived
A thousands more to repeat
It's brighter now and was brighter then
When I had no choice to stare
Years and years I could wait to see
The beautiful sky in front of me
I could lay down here till I breathe my last
I admire when it's present
I want to do it when I'm past

Time

A quill it was,

some hundreds of years ago

That wrote the magic words

A pen its now, they say it has grown

Stronger that the swords

The levitation, it was dream

Not any one could try

Now it's, just relax, put your seat belts on

You are about to fly

The eyes they saw was all the land

Million of miles and miles

Touch a button, opens the window

Hundreds of feet's of glasses and tiles

You look in his eyes you look at her

Love is all you see

Love is replaced by some thing called money

Eyes are filled with hatred and greed

Land of the dead

Somewhere
Hundreds and thousands years ago
A forbidden land prevailed
Of what I heard in past
The bloodily vapours they inhaled
A ritual as I read they had
For years and years they performed
Immortal had the upper hand, all the mortal they raised
Mortals turned to immortal being, immortal they praised
A skull was their cup of choice
And the human blood their drink
Of I heard what people said
There existed a rule then
Corpses killed the living soul
In the land of dead

A Vengeance

The shade of the weathercock
Points to the graveyard,
An abandoned tombstone waits
For the day immorality
Returns to the world of the purest
As they name it
They will come back with
A Vengeance
A thousand years of digging
Not the earth but the time
The home a fathom below
Now the time have come
They say
The souls are here at last
No mercy they will show
A point to be made
War is the only way
Blood the only ink

A Vengeance

The shade of the weathercock
Points to the graveyard,
An abandoned tombstone waits
For the day immorality
Returns to the world of the purest
As they name it
They will come back with
A Vengeance
A thousand years of digging
Not the earth but the time
The home a fathom below
Now the time have come
They say
The souls are here at last
No mercy they will show
A point to be made
War is the only way
Blood the only ink

A Title

A Sunday morning in a lonely chair by the beach
I wish I had a pen to write or a stick to move the sand
I did a lot of thinking in a very short time
I had the feelings I had the words, they nearly did rhyme
I wrote something about the beautiful heaven
That stare me from so far away
I wrote about the feelings that I had
This morning when I left
I wrote about the beauty that the nature is
And the peace that place this is
I smiled to myself and read it once
But something I had missed
I had done it all wrote a poem
At last to describe the beauty the nature is
A title was left

Never Enough

A game
I thought I was playing
A simple word
I thought I was saying
My mind
I thought had the answer
The life
Is a mystrey of somekind
The reason
Arent the hardest thing to find
Feelings
That I cant feel
I search
The more and more
I find the more and more
Its not that easy not so tough
Its never less its never enough

Battery Man

He walked right into the coal mine
And he made sure you got the money
Obeyed your words
You did nothing
But you stayed back at your place
You pulled out the remote
Pressed the green button
A GPS showed the way
The battery man had smile on his face
He out played the danger
You let your wife get the better
Then there was confusion
A knock in the door
A rifle and a stranger
The next you heard
A silent siren of the ambulance
A guy blowing in your mouth
A coldness running through your head
You had soar hand with frozen blood
You woke up some days later
Grabbed a news paper
It was 4 days before
Then you knew you were robbed
You let your wife get the better

Hungry Men

A struggle he had to triumph
To fill up the stomach
There's no running
No more hiding
The place were whacked
No more dividing
The stone on his back
Weighed some hundred kg's
Definitely not enough money value
To feed his 15 babies
Those tears they dried
Even before they fell
Every drop of which
A story they can tell
Miles and miles of distance
And hundreds of miles of pain
Thousand of tons of earth
A penny is what he gains
The fight is here for money
The fight is here for the love
The fight has been there even longer
The fight for the smile and
The fight for the hunger

A Mistake

A mistake
Probably a misunderstanding
Or misinterpretation

A memory
Probably a poor mentality
Or misjudgement
A movement
Probably on a move
Or misguided
A motive
Probably a motivation
Or a mistake

As I leave

I can see the blood
Jumping down my skin
Trying to rush down
To the place my brain has
Asked them to flow down to
A thought runs in my brain
Was I the one?
The only one
Who lived in lie?
Of truth
I left no reason
For the light
I searched for the darkness
Within the darkness
And yet I was so far away
I wanted
Wanted so bad
The world was a force
And I was alone
They were in for a war
I had to give them something
A smile from a win
Or the blood of defeat
They were lotus
Growing in the mud
But I thought they were beautiful
Yet they were beautiful to those
Who thought I was one of the
Mud grown lotus
Though they hated me
They never knew the one
Who grew up on the same mud
They thought I was growing on
There were sarcastic at times
And Hippocrates the most
They were the place
Many used to call me
When I was some one
But I never knew who I was
Until now
Now I know who I am

The Day

A change was inevitable
Some kind of freedom of life
Holds the key
I knew the day was coming
Even the world is against me
I'm not sad
I knew the day was coming
The heaven has the answer
For all that I've been
For a year or two
If it was a mistake
Or a change that was
Inevitable
Tears are holding back
They are not in a rush to fall down
They knew the day was coming
I knew the day was coming
The day,
When I will be the one
And the only one
Who would be labelled to be
The wrong, the bad and
All the words that come with worst
I'm not sad to be
I knew the day was coming

Cruel World

I've been
Murdered
Inside of me
The world
Is my killer
I was hypnotized
They were cruel
They knew
Only to hate
I was told wrong
I did the wrong
Not to be left out
But to be strong
I was deceived
I was tricked
They were false
The words were false
The smile were fake
The love, a mistake
Cruelness runs
Inside their veins
Their mind
Holds the treachery
It holds the power
Power to kill
Other feelings
To hold back
The person they wanted to be
And make a person
Some kind of cheap person
For other to see
The world we live in
It’s indeed a cruel world

Dead Thoughts

As I walk upon the dead leaves
It reminds me of the loneliness
The absence of the air from within
My body, my mind and the soul
The time when those grasses were green
A silent word, without even hearing

Could amplify the voice, yet inaudible
Un-understandable, but felt in the air
But now, its nothing like before
Things have changed
A thought was just enough to
Hear that voice
But now, are those leaves that are dead
Or I have dead thoughts