Like the autumn rain

It rained sans the customary pitter patter,
As a foggy autumn morning dawned,
Torrents, crashing on branches, the rain bleeding,
Still embraced the fallen leaves the trees once spawned

What do they try to revive and sustain, in vain? I thought
Is it their foolishness to rain on the leaves and not the root?
And why can't they wash the fog, why not render all bright?
Why waste themselves, of the ones that matter, do they not give a hoot?

And then it struck me, Ah! what I fool I've been,
Like me, out of love, they're pouring their hearts, they bleed,
They may not clear the haze of the merciless fog,
But their dear ones, they strive to be with, is it virtue or greed?

Likewise, my heart will continue to send all the love your way forever,
Though it may only mean some smiles, amidst your pain, the incessant haze,
And like the rain, I will continue to pour, for good or in vain,
And I will fall and bleed like them, for you, such is my craze.

Like the fat moon

If you saw the moon, fat and bobbing, last night,
Making the ocean ripple-dance to her graceful steps,
Think of it, as caused by my craving heart’s call,
A message sent across oceans and stars,
That every time I may seem to wax, seem dead,
And your sky may seem, gloomy and bleak,
Remember, I am only crouching, my dear so I can leap,
So, for you, I can emerge over the clouds and wane,
And like the fat moon that bobbed, making the sea dance,
I too, shall rise, and your sky, I will light up once again.

In the backwoods

Call me a loner, one that can't mix,
Call me a vagabond, beyond redemption or fix,
I revel in the disorder of my unlit backwoods,
Where with the overgrowth and wild, I seamlessly mix,
Where, I may endlessly water and foster every twig,
So plucked leaves and flowers may sprout and live again,
I will be their sun and with love, render the deciduous, evergreen,
In a world where my backwoods and I will see no pain,
So, my dear mad world, don't seek me back in your midst, ever again. 

An Ode to the One That Never Was

My dear, dear one,

One that never was,

One with the stars, 

My stardust we are eons apart,

Will I ever see you someday? 

Will I know you to, somewhere, be?

Will my heart's pain be then vanquished? 

The pain alone, my dear, not my heart.

When will I crash on your shoulders?

And be fastened into your embracing, warm arms,

So I may then close my eyes, move on your shoulder,

Mildly purr, breathe and there, forever yearn to live,

An embrace, for our sweat and tears to blend,

In their cauldron, to concoct more of our swelling love,

And inundate, then, our parched, scarred bosoms,

So love may, to our dead souls, new hope, give.

My dear, dear one,

One that never was,

All I ask you, and God, is this,

My heart's bleeding, can you, from up there, see?

When our hearts beat alike and are forever bound,

When in thoughts, only you,I forever feel,

Can't we be asunder only at the bridges of our kissing noses, 

When our hearts are one, I pray, why not we too be?

Set Not on Me

My dear Sun, set not, on me,
For without your warming rays,
I feel not like the sunflower of the day,
Rise and stay there shining for me, into the dark, I pray you don't fade away

Saying so, the sunflower wept,
Shedding that which her mother earth fed from her bosom,
She covered her eyes, with her little petal arms,
So only tears may hurt her eyes, and not the pangs of separation too,

Cry not! my dear sunflower, spake the Sun,
You set, to me too, render me naught, every dusk when I go,
For without you, what name have I to live by? What purpose?
As much as you're nothing sans me, I am nothing without you too.

It's the conspiracy of the earth, my dear sunflower,
That only she and her shrouding mountains know of,
Fret not, the blinding darkness of separation is their blessing, no curse,
For it makes us see that our bond is eternal, not merely fleeting chaff.

To my dear sunflower

My dear, dear sunflower,
You're head hung, why so?
Oh! blossoming flower of the arctic winter,
Why gloomy, unlike others, even in forbidding snow when you can grow?

The Sun, I, yearn to shine on thee,
As I used to, in the warm days of summer, for long,
When nights were radiant days and with time in no haste,
And love was in spate, until fate sang winter's wake up song.

I now stand far and way above, fighting to send a ray, if not more
Your way my dear, so I stand by my word, that I am not, ever, going away,
Lo! the tyranny of your mother Earth, she's turned your face to the dark,
And my pleas, that you hear not, she purges, though I plead and pray.

Hold on, my dear sunflower, breathe and keep those petals in fine shape,
Hold on, don't burrow a dingy home in the snow, for you to forever stay,
Hold on, for, without you, I'll have no purpose to be and will wither away,
Hold on and so will I, it won't be long before Spring sees the light of day.

Rain, again!

Pristine and suave,as she caressed my window pane
I sprang up, I exclaimed, "Ah! there you are again",
"Come my darling" I said "without you, it's been real pain"
"Eternity, so it seems, since you last visited the lane"

Life'd lost sheen,and for long, no bud turned flower,
Dead hopes and lost faith, life almost'd become sour,
And then rain came,oh! angel, our joy will now tower,
I plead, I pray she redeems all, and stays here forever

The Hole in the Heart

Why do hearts of those that truly love, bleed all the time?

Why do their eyes stay wet and the under eyes, stained in black?

Where does the black soil of the dark circles come from?

And where from, the million drops of water that become the tears?

I ask, if love comes in with a shovel in hand,

And if it digs a hole in the dark confines of the heart,

Plunging later to fill the recess it hence created,

Making one say “my heart’s been robbed by my love”,

The wet soil, does it then send upwards through the veins?

The moisture rising, and becoming the tears of the bloodshot eyes,

And the tears on their way out, do they push out the black soil?

That end up in the under eye, as sagging dark circles? 

Go away words!

Lo and behold, you’re all gone again,
Shameless words, why taunt me? What you stand to gain?
When all I seek, is to sing the glory of a friend,
Why scamper? Why hide? As though your world’s about to end
Do you hate to immortalise our glorious past?
Of days filled with tears, laughter and endless joy,
Of days when our eyes twinkled like a breeze kissed flame,
Even as our world-blackened souls dimmed and sagged like wicks,
Of days, when the sight of my friend, so dear,
Would turn forlorn night to day, instantly like some trick.

As I walk past the many benches, shades and stumps,
I see they’ve become beautiful winter-free trees,
Rooted on our endless friendship, and fed by eternal love,
I see they carry juicy delicious memory-fruits.
I smile, even as tears roll down my cheeks,
I see us there and choke, I miss my friend now, like never before,
I kneel to water our many eternal memory trees, with my tears;
And take away the soil of our times on my knees.

Go away words, I need you no more,
You can't script what my tears haven't, already,
You can't bloom like the flowers or taste like the fruits,
So stay away please, pretty please, please.

Oh! pyre pyre,

Oh! pyre pyre,
Your marriage is now solemnised,
The groom, the fire is here, and I,
The priest that not just binds, but burns,
To unite you, in holy matrimony,
As the sun would marry the water to the clouds,
As the wind would marry the sand to the desert,
I shall bring you together, and then be seen no more,
As you both run, chase each other, through my every pore,
And only you two, in holy matrimony, would be at the fore

Let me burn at least

Friends, friends, my dear friends,

Huddling around me as I lie on the pyre,

What do you cry for? Why drench the logs?

Are you trying to save me from the fire?

Hey! the hand that is stroking my hair,

Where was it when I sat in the room?

Yearning for the hand to hold me

Dying for the caress to save my life

Ah! the hand that feeds raw rice,

In my open mouth that I can't close

Thank you! only if you had come earlier,

Only if you had fed me when I needed it most

Hmm! what an embrace, I think, only think, dear arms,

For I can't feel it, from where I am, outside,

Where were you, when I needed one?

As I sat staring at the grey walls endlessly

Hands that care and eyes in spate, 

Don't drench the wood, I ask of thee,

Let me burn now at least, it's all I want,

Go away, for your tying me to the stake, let purpose be.

Fall Back!

The sun has risen, the snow is gone
Bye bye summer, winter's now on
Iam leaving the cave to hibernate
In the sun kissed field open and great

I hate all the space in my bright cave
I love that the field is dark and grave
I hate it is raining from my cave's floor
I long to be drenched by sun over the moor

Its sowing time, a lot of seeds to pull out
From the soil into the sack for them to sprout
I need to freeze the roots, so flowers can grow
I need to dry the wells and let the water flow

I need to sell my horses so i can run my cart
To live in a cottage, i need to take it apart
And so my dear friend, gracious great
I need to hibernate now, before its late

Road to Nowhere

When the road to nowhere has no signs
When there is no start, and to stop no end
There are no people, not one that smiles or whines
No one to fear, attack none to fend
Why let go? hold on, for a trip to nowhere is forever
Beyond time, beyond seasons, beyond life's every pretence
My hands need to never leave yours, our bond no one can sever
We are one, until we reach nowhere's end and thence

Coffeeeeeeeeeee

Mhmmmmmm.. aroma aroma
Here is my newborn coffee baby
My eyes are wide and drooling
And my nose now an airwave sea
My throat's drying up
To let coffee resuscitate
To slide along, my Adam's apple dreams,
When the coffe river, in my food pipe is in spate
Oh! coffee oh! coffee
What have you done to me?
Oh! coffee oh! coffee
Are you my RHO or negative B?
Oh! coffee oh! coffee
I will forever be on a drinking spree
Oh! coffee oh! coffee
You and I are meant to be

Football soul

Oh! esteemed member of the rat race,
You run with a hundred others, like they do
It's no race anymore but a stampede,
Dare to defect, you'll be trampled and gone without a clue,
Choose, if you want to be tatter free,
Or be shredded for following your heart, your goal,
For the world treats the mediocre like king,
And kicks your likes around, oh! football soul.

Living your dream

I fell asleep and had a nightmare
Of my not being able to fall asleep
I fought sleeplessness, in a battle intense,
Lost and sat up, wide awake
I had lost the battle and my sleep
And was awake as I had dreamed a while ago
Tell me my friend, is this what they call
'Living your dream', yes or no?

An ode to cockroaches

Of what are you made?
Oh! cockroaches, what makes you so hardy
That more of you are born
From the few of you that are killed?

What do you eat to grow?
Oh! cockroaches, our food waste or detergent?
The more we dump on you, that which kill us,
The more you eat, grow, the more you breed

How? my dear cockroaches
You evade us, outlive us,
Do you know what we think in our own words?
Or, what we think, you learn through our food?

Cockroaches! I am baffled,
You grow on what we dump, build fortresses from our waste,
How is it? I am amazed more than anything else,
You know us more, than even we ourselves do..

Forsaken in dreamland too

why do i dream of
ones that are around
as gone away?
and why do i dream of
those that are gone,
as though around?
why, dreams too,
forsake some souls?
why, like life they too
deceive, why hound?

The Desert's Demise

Cry not you lousy endless desert
You belong only to the wretched sand
Cast in dunes by your lamenting wind

Camels, caravans, people and horses,
Set foot on you, only to pass by, not stay,
As you yearn to be their home, they go away

As long as you live, say 'only the wind is mine'
For it sings for you, your lament all night, and,
Makes the dunes dance, to a harrowing tune divine

Oh! Conceited wind, whose lament do you sing?
If, of the desert’s, why sing it to her, Can’t you take it  away?
Why remind her, forever, of her own pain?

Oh! Conceited wind, your tunes are many, so I hear,
It smells of flowers, it smells of salt, It smells of blood,
And your tunes and the dunes change, as your fragrance does

“Conceited you call me?” rebuked the mocking wind
What of me you know? Where I started or anything so?
And why I blow? What I sing? And what I bleed, do you know?

What of blood, you know, my dear sensible one?
And what of the suckers that drew the blood sans mercy?
Making many scream and flee for life, on rafts of hurry,
Mutilated, holding on to dear hope to keep life, bleeding salty tears,

What you know of the unseen salt? The sea that holds it, and its bitterness,
What you know of the tears of a million souls that the rivers delivered,
In tattered rafts, with maimed parts, numbed hearts and bodies devoid of souls,
And all the tears that their eyes shed and their eyes did not, but the heart did

And when they died and became food for fishkind,
What of those wreaths you know, wise one?
Made of roses, whose enchanting dye is but the blood,
Of those that wore them when alive, so they could wear once dead too?
And what of flowers, roses you know? Also what of their fragrance?

Fragrance is the blood of flowers,
And thorns they’re the flowers of blood
For those that grew in the company of thorns,
Blood stained spears are but a brother ahead,
Loathe them? Would the lips smile? Of a man long dead?

The spears draw blood of many, cause agonizing pain,
The many flee on rafts, to the sea that buries them and their salt,
And the wreaths on them is made of their own blood,
To remind there is only pain, no time, future, present or past

I lament not, for I have no lament of my own,
My lamentation is the world still has so much to lament
The lament of the sea and the gardens, I tell the desert,
And the laments of the desert, I rain on the sea,

Saying so, the wind started,
The wind that I had made to sadly lament,
To some mountain or river or garden it could tell,
Of the pain a fool that knew nothing gave it,
As it went away, the desert pleaded, sand hands raised highest
Lo! The wind left the desert, for seemingly, for her, I was there

All her tear laden pleas went in vain, the wind left,
The haunting tunes made way for a deafening hum,
In a while, the humming died down too, just numbing silence,
Having lost its only companion, her heart, the wind who so well knew,
The dunes flattened down to a forlorn expanse of lifeless sand,
Like the many whose story the wind told her, the desert died too

Thus spake the coffee cup

‘Bring not the adhesive near me you wretch’
Yelled the cup, with a new crack, grimacing,
‘Why? Shouldn’t I fix your crack?’ I asked the cup,
‘Why so much angst, towards the one to fix your crazing?’

‘You all come’ said the cup ‘and gloss me with adhesive no doubt’ 
‘But dear, I ask, have you ever read how long you must hold me then?’
‘For leaving me before cohesion, pains me more than the crack itself’
‘Your intentions noble ,my savior, but do you know, to leave, when?’

‘Many came and glued before, but couldn’t hold enough for a bond’
‘You see my other cracks my dear hero? Do they, to you, seem healed?’
‘Many that had the heart to glue, didn’t stay for me and my chip to cohere’
‘If you can’t heal, wound in full, why care about how much I already bleed?’

‘Do you see, the many chips neither standing nor fallen’
‘Dangling painfully, held by unrelenting glue, without giving way’
‘Like a blooming flower, I stand with many outstretched pieces’ 
‘Lo! I am a cup no flower, the chips can never be petals, any day’

‘As I seem fixed, my chips no longer fall’ the cup said
‘They pour it hot and cold in, as I no longer leak, with greed’
‘Don’t they see the heat spreads outside too, I am not made to take’, 
‘Through pores in the adhesive, do they not see me beverage-bleed?’

‘Paste me not, if you won’t stand long enough for me to bond as before’
‘Leave me not halfway, neither straight nor broken, bleeding from every pore’
‘Make me not a sagging artifact of bone china pieces, always half loved’
‘Give me not the hope of being around and then leave me down and sore’

Thus spake Insomnia

Why fret about the floating things called people?
Asked insomnia, my undeterred friend,
Unlike them who go as they please,
Haven’t I shown I can stay with you to the end?

You embrace them, and lo! you brace for me,
In joy, sorrow, anger or if for someone you long,
I am the one that you end up embracing,
Why not do that forever, forever to me why can’t you belong,

Embrace me, so you have to embrace none other,
And about me and none else, you need to think,
And about me there isn’t much to worry,
I won’t leave like them in the time it takes to blink,

Dear, think, think with all the cells in your brain,
If, you’ve slept better when it’s me you’ve embraced,
If, I’ve, unlike them all, been by your side and come back,
When by their coming and going, time and again, you’ve been dazed,

Go tell them my dear, I need to sleep in peace,
For that, I need only my insomnia, now and forever,
Thank them, those people things, for all that they’ve done,
Tell them you loved them, not anymore, henceforth never.

The Road Home

I got off the mill belt,
Heels bleeding,
My back bent, waist scarred,
From the endless churning,
I stepped out and lit a candle,
To see the road that'd take me,
Finally, to the place, I finally can,
Let the pillow hold the head,
Let the lids own the eyes,
And let the angels own the heart,
As the flame grew north,
My joy went south,
The head stretched out,
The lids went farther from the eyes,
The heart now, demons galore
That which my churning, I hoped would build,
A road home, Alas! wasn't there to be,
The belt came on, and the feet got moving, before I knew
I was back in, maybe only the mill was meant for me

I so believe

There may be many waves
That crash, wipe and go
And like them,
Many boats that'll come and leave
But they will not break me,
My stave, intact, they'll leave,
For, through friends,
God cares and loves, I so believe 

How?

How the umbrella
If not for the rain
How the antidote
If not for the pain
How all the learning
If not for rewarding ends
How still the will to live
If not for endearing friends

The misery of being human

Oh! the misery of being human
What all it does to not test its sinews
How it manages to wear a lovely smile,
Masking its cringe, just so it doesn't default its dues,
It does the laundry, and washes the car,
It dusts the family photo, keeps it good as new,
While it evades them all, evades itself,
All for a guaranteed supply of lentil stew,
All its life, it lets the brain take a call,
Brain, fear factory and its mistress ego, rule,
Its heart, the messenger divine abandoned,
Made an engine, that runs forever, to blood, spool
No wonder the heart, is the one to stop first,
I don't blame it it doesn't, until it has waited too long,
It stops when it knows, it has been ignored, cast off,
Made medicroty mill oil, so human can dance to another's song

All for a smile

For a sharp little graphite tip
Many chips of wood die
For many such chips
Loads of pencils perish
For many such pencils
The trees of the world fold
For a man to draw a smile
See the deaths left untold

Only one

The sun may have
A million sunflowers
And a million more
Than just the sunflowers
The sunflower, remember,
Has none but the sun,
So she’ll keep looking up eternally,
At the sky, for her only one…

How many

How many, many noses, I wonder,

People, you all, have to poke,

How much time, with nothing to do,

You have, another man's fire, to stoke,

Go on, find something else,

For you, your idle mind, to chew and choke,

Do something, respect your blessed life,

Don't die, being of values and ethics, broke.

Please Leave the Clouds alone!!

Please leave the clouds alone
They're no cows for you to milk
They patiently drink and ingest all water,
The salty, the heavy, the dirty, all alike,
They shower on us when they can take it no more,
And we get to drink and live, now and forever more,
Why suck the tears off them?
When they anyway, for you and me, cry
Why make the sky bleed? why kill the clouds?
Where will you go for life once they all die?

Why?

Why is it easy?
That which I can
But 'no' I tell myself
So others don't

Or that which I can't
And I yet I say YES
Though I wont wont wont
So other say 'oh!'

Why is it easy?
To beat the self up
Is it so others don't?
Or others, I can't?

Why is it easy to?
To brood through their 'yes's
While happily smile
Through all their 'no's

Hail Question Paper

Protect and save,
Oh! precious, precious,
Let the police ring fence,
As they're brought in and stored,
Let not any steal and sell,
For they're all valuable papers,
Papers that have every question of the world,
No answers, no sense, no meaning, nothing,
Whats, Whys, Whens, Whos, Hows with numbers,
A hundred or more, many sections or just one,
Save them, and in lieu, burn those that know the answers
And their papers that carry them,
For even one down at ninety nine,
Strike the hundredth to make,
The good ninety nine untidy too,
And while the good ninety nine too await the termites,
Protect and save,
Oh! precious, precious,
Let the police ring fence,
As they're brought in and stored,
Let not any steal and sell,
For they're all valuable papers,
Papers that have every question of the world,

The Sky's mandate

Friend? dear, why I call you thus?
You're not, only those like the sun I should call so,
I can only laugh, that you stay during day
When the light's out, like the day, you scamper, go

The sky, that I am, can't remain the same forever,
Come night, come day, I turn dark and bright,
Call me not yours, if you stay only during the day,
And run away, when by dark, I am engulfed at night

In lieu of Pain

Pain is the only friend that doesn't seem to want to leave me
It ensures it keeps away the nice ones from coming near me
It keeps me in a loving embrace all through day and dark night
It blows up the tunnels so I have none to see any light

My life seems to have no struggle
Unlike many that bleed in strife
No qualms I am seemingly happy, for
To struggle I don't have a life

Pain never wants me to cry for its a truly great friend
Feeds me nice dog biscuits so I don't reach the healing end
Pain feeds me day and night all that it can to see me alive
Pain breeds more of itself so there is enough for all my life

God, please take away my music
And wipe off my way with words
Why gift me best of the healers
When you can cast away the swords

God, I'll give away my music
And with that my way with words
For one that'll truly care if I live
And make me forget the swords

Away from interspace

Vacillations, always in interspace
Neither here nor, there,
For here or there, don't exist here or there
There aren't two ways to look
Become becomes be, that is this,
There is no another, to grieve or miss

The arrogance of the shrub

Oh! the arrogance of the shrub,
How dare it not obey and grow?
As a seed, when I sowed, it blossomed, and now
As I sow the plant, it refuses to do so,
The soil is the same, even better beneath,
And larger it is now, not just a brown speck,
So why grow not? I've sown and watered,
Arrogant plant, I will stomp you even more.

Day and Night

Running in endless happy circles,
Around the eternal tree of life,
Watered, fostered, cared
By hidden torrents of love,
Our hands, dawn and dusk,
Forever held tight,
Ours, the fairytale of day and night,
In a journey, where we may never embrace,
One where your soul the sun, gives life,
To mine, the moon, now and for life.

For that little stone

Why bleed and forever cry
Why explain, even try
Why sweat yourself dry
For that little stone

Why yell in rage
Why dump love in a cage
Why alone you age
For that little stone

Why see her run away
Why fail to make her stay
No neck, forever, to hold and stay
For that little stone

Why lose a gem, a caring heart
Why live a life, when the heart's torn apart
Why strive to,see your ways, part
For that little stone

That which is lost, not known till it is,
That which remains, not the one we miss,
Why did I lose all, in agony we hiss,
For that little stone

The paradox of the suffering good

I wonder why the good suffer more? They’re taken for a ride,  for granted and tossed away,
Why is it that they always cry the most? What keeps them put on the path of good, despite?
Are they condemned to forever cry, and forever moan, for being good?
And yet, God, they smile every morning, I keep wondering, how they could?
Do they cry more, for tears of such, are to be emptied for the eternal smile?
Do you God, drain their every tear drop, before showing them, eternal sunshine?
Are their tears, for the souls of the world, the redeeming and sustaining rain?
Do they suffer so much at evil hands, for the dose of pain to balance their good?
For all the joy they bring to the world, their hearts, God, protect you should,
For the good souls, please lay I pray, to eternal happiness, a faster path sans all pain.

Ode to the whiner

Leeches! leeches, will you get off my feet?
I am no endless pit, for all your rotting peat,
Do I wear a board that says  “Ears, ears for all your pain”?
I am like you too, remember, I am not your emotional drain.

Leeches! Leeches, stop drinking my blood
I took no oath, to let me be your eternal bread,
Find another, so you may fill them with your filth,
Before I set a stick on fire, to chase you with.

I am now like a stagnant river, not flowing anymore, anywhere,
The left over speed’s made me a whirlpool, so please be aware,
Your trash dumped all will see, as I toss them up in the air,
Stay away, take them elsewhere, if about your secrets, you really care...

What more?

What more can my motor mouth say?
Or how much more Can my eyes widen and glow?
Than my hands that now speak as they gently caress
Your tresses, my dear, that, like a black river, perennially flows...

Am I caressing your hair, so you feel all pampered?
Or do I do it to prevent the sun from drying up the rivers I love?
Do I caress for you then lean on my shoulder, that I so crave?
Or do I, for I see no higher purpose for me now?

Shine, Sun

Worry not my dear Sun,
You always glow through the thickest clouds,
So why dim now? It's unlike you,
What you see is a flock of crows, no eclipse,
So go on, keep going west,
Soon the crows shall rest,
And you'll see us see you in all glory,
Shining for us all, shining for yourself, full Sun.

Ode to Fatima - Through the eyes of Santiago

Living oasis! Of a thousand fine lashes, veiling all
But, your visible fine eyes, they taunt for all their hidden friends too,
One lash for every mystery that your eyes speak
Saying what your heart and mouth, unseen, wish to say
You paint the desert in hues of gold as you walk,
And your veil, gives the night sky its dark hues,
Your grace gave the breeze its charm,
And the moon waxes and wanes, as your eyes, behind the veils do,
Your fragrance, stuns the falcons on their game flight,
You are the life and soul of the desert at night,
Oh! Fatima, what treasure have you made me seek?
The shepherd, I, don’t seek beyond being in your herd,
For what do I need an alchemist’s eyes?
To show me the soul of the world manifest,
I’ve found you, as the gold in the lead desert,
My love, the potion that made me the alchemist, the gold, you,
What greater treasure lies hidden in this world?
What message on an emerald tablet is more enchanting than you?
Here, and anywhere beyond, to existence’s end?

I beseech Oh! Lord

Lord! my dear endless blue hued one,

I know not, what is to be known about you,

I am as much nature and nature is that much me,

Beyond expressing you like her, I know not what is to know, oh! true,

And for what, I ask, should I close my eyes in prayer?

When prayer can be greater, when I see all around, it is you I see,

And my ears, why train to hear hymns, the same and few?

When every sound of the world, are your words spoken to me?

When the sun is your resplendence and the moon is your kindness,

In wanting to see the ocean in a tuna can, gain what I will, I beseech!!

My dear Sun, may I embrace you?

Oh! My dear Sun,
The guardian from the east,
You shine on the world,
You shower on her and all hers, the bounty of life,
You keep her warm all day, without any strife

But tell me Sun,
My dear guardian from the east,
What do you do every night, at the west?
And what,of the rainy,gloomy days ?
when you're behind the cloud façade

Are you secretly crying, yearning or craving?
Do you miss someone, that was yours before?
And when you do, do your tears put off your rays?
Who shines then, for you when you need?
And what makes you alive again, and come ablaze?

Do you parch the earth, make her feel dry?
Oh my dear sun, isn't it unbecoming of you?
To show your angst at her and all that don't care
To show them that despite your glory,my Sun,
That you're a lonely wolf, despite being so high?

I have not the light, have not the rays to reach you,
But may I shine for you, at least fail trying to?
May I shine through your light, may I touch through your rays?
May I embrace you at least with my love filled bosoms?
Like a hapless handless man would do..

All for one more apple

I set off for the eternal dark forest,
Deceived as bright by the occasional sunlight,
On my way to the final dark cave,
Of eternal light, glory and delight
And as I left the seer gave me an apple,
That'd keep me going to a day and night,
'You'll be there by then son' he said,
It will see you through your last day of plight

As I walked ahead, I found another apple,
I picked it, 'will I need it?' I asked, 'Yes I might',
What if took me more than an apple,
To keep delay and hunger from ruining my final flight
And so I needed a larger bag, the one I had cold keep just one
And to earn it, I put off starting by one more night,
Shouldn't take too long to feel miserable, I told myself,
After all, am headed for eternal delight

The larger bag asked me for broader shoulders,
So I toiled for days, to build the breadth and all the might,
I ran, I skipped and toned my shoulders,
I built my shoulders, for my future, eternal and bright
All for the bag, as the body grew in strength and size,
So did my appetite, it grew higher day and night,
Oh! just another apple, for the journey, I told myself,
In the end, it would be eternal delight

And thus grew the apples, the Bag and I,
In an endless loop of many a day and night,
I now had an orchard, many sacks and I,
More than what I needed, but then, no respite,
The seer came, he smiled, 'My dear boy', he said,
One apple's all you needed, to march ahead that night
Lo! you now have hundreds to cast away, and your hunger too,
Until then, you'll keep watering them, all your yearning despite.

Sun-flower

The sun-kissed flower, sunflower, she is
And the sun he is, for he kisses her, no less, no more
And sunflower she is, for her eyes, see none else
Up up until the horizon, and then the ground, at night
Neither pull each other, for an embrace, warm and tight
For she'd burn or he'd sink, and love'd die of love,
What's love if this is not, where love's offered on the altar,
On the alter of love, love is the reason, the oblation,
And love's all that's left of the sacrifice