Verses for the souls wearing a mask of Denial

When wisdom approached on it's own
you turned, the other way...
All there is today, is you and your foolishness


When maturity approached on it's own
you turned the other way...
All there is today is you and your silliness

When acceptance approached on it'sown
you turned, the other way...
All there is today is you and your denial

Only truth as bitter pill can open your eyes
Only the holy water of nature's wrath
can quench your delusional thirst

Disco Ride!!!

Six in the evening
My eyes are beaming back home
Sitting on a battery horse that roams
the roads and streets shining bright
 with traffic lights and distant sights
dancing over pavements, like disco nights

 men in uniforms yell as singers gone bad
people drive as dancers half drunk, half mad
Bills and fines like menu of delicious swear words
My journey is the best, Life at roadis a test
and I dance my way back home, back home..

To be like a plant

It is a blessing to be like a plant
Anchored deep in its roots,
yet sways like a feather at its shoots
Grace flowing out every blossom
spreading through veins, top to bottom
Nothing to hold on to, only to give
fruits of labour and will
It is a blessing to be like a plant
together in love, yet in solitude it stands

Ramblings of a ruffled hair#2

For all the stares across the windows
and ideas fluttering off like crumbled bits
One of the dreamers, all set
with ruffled hair and indolent eyes

Ramblings of a Ruffled hair #1

for all the philosophysing and procrastinating
This is just another day out of bed
One of the dreamers, all set
for the amatuer ride across time
to work with wild colours and hearty rhymes

Firangi Bliz - All that Jazz

Some are big folks returning in jumbo jets
Once fed themselves with the same rubbish
as you, back benchers in school
now bringing with them, foreign lands and all that jazz
Suddenly you appear too naive and small
for those eyes, oh so bright with fancy lights

Cooling glasses and tight jeans
spiked hair and  fluent air
baby, you are all bling and bliz
who are we but flies in the eyes
of a self-proclaimed eagle
flying in the skies of civilized fanatsies.

Intergrity Lost!

Tell your tale to one,
it remains secret.
Tell your tale to two,
may be they'll forget.
Tell your tale to three,
now it ceases to be sacred.
Tell your tale to four,
they'll blow their views in a trumpet!