Brussels Poems

I wonder, sometimes, why it is a fact, A gifted, handsome man should be alone. My iambic pentameter’s intact, And yet I tend to lyric on my own. Alliteration alienates romance. The ladies scorn my struggle with cliché They scoff,

For the sake of lake, I climbed on the weeping hills to see the other side of moon. The precipice of hunger weighs heavily on shoulders. Capricious time moves inwardly, Strikes at the chest. I set free the love-birds. Conflict

After the putsch, through night he set himself alight ensnared in flames of societal conflicts, for a vision of tomorrow, in the birth of a bloody dawn. The drone of history had failed on a loaded salt. A solitary murder

I met a bird, flying low in the sky, deep drowned in tears, arranging food for her little birdie. I fell in love with the bird, gave her a name “Diva” My Birdie. We sang the song of life, bestowed

A New Dawn Justice Eluded her But she was On Run Till last gasp But soon surrounded The foul air Lies and deceit Confusion thicken With Past ,pre past links of delinked Whither the path? Now energy lost Treading forward

From my lashes fall a salty solution but never the solution to the trigger of my violent pollution. Feeding the well within me with ammunition of self-pity. My thoughts seeking through garbage dumps of my mishaps, picking up and hoarding

As empty as light and as dense as darkness. We begin, we finish and know no end. In the woods, in the crowd we remain the same and we strive for the stars holding on the sands. The beauty that

Long since the time has gone.. and the world has lost its meaning.. I wander in the noisy crowd surrounded by the silence.. With the mind that follows the brainless acts and the heart that’s low on blood.. I feel

Life is not what I know Me, alone You, far away. Having you inside It’s not enough I do think so! I need you by my side I need back my life The one with you I know You, not

If I ever lose my way, promise to help me find my way back, I know it won’t be easy because it’s such a setback. If I forget who I really am, remind me as you always have, You’re the

Oh only in my wildest dreams Did I ever dream of someone as Hot as you, only in my dreams has Anyone ever made me so wet and Feel so damn good, little did I know Yesterday the dream would

Life it seems is crazy, but crazy kind of good, Finally things are turning out the way they should, Finally I’m standing right where I should be, I’m ready but I question is the world ready for me? I see

When you were learning how to kill, somebody was beheading my faith. There was lint in my eyes and the lathyrism of numbers. In raw emotions you took away everything from me I was left with an entire whole. Still

The setting sun had kindled the sky with oranges and reds Wobbling her way through the tactless crowd was a demure girl Avoiding the condescending eyes of the monsters upon her she tried to escape from the brutal reality Yet

what does freedom mean to you think before you rehearse the lines given to you by those who claim to fight your battles for you do you want to be free from the phantoms panting in their heads? are you

Naughty Baby working me up into frenzy Naughty Baby oooh Naughty Baby Making a man out of me, taking me to the Heights of ecstasy oooh baby, baby I’m so hot and its good yeah don’t stop, Don’t stop, give

Ahead of pain, we did not cry; intimating of dreams, crowded; stranded on issues, reaching nowhere. Black, a weird hairdo, unfurls a moon in half-sleep. You can open the door without sound. The snake writhes under your feet. A traveler

The infinite, I am Wish to fly ahead Towards the limitless cross all the boundaries. Down to the ground And again to rise up I am, like a butterfly With fearless freedom. Want to taste the freedom To think, speak

Come swing with me, To the blue yonder so free. We sit on the clouds by day, Hangout with the stars by night! Come swing with me, Up to the rainbow bridge. Of glorious colors- And slide from one end

Mom said girls are meant to be patient, But i am not… Girls should be sweet, but i am not.. Girls are not supposed to get angry, but i get.. Girls should not have short temper, but i have.. Girls

As I dream my dreams aboard The craft that cruises the dreamy road The joys that unfold every second Engulf my soul through every bend Every event that bounces back Is a source of joy through almanac The darkest of

The problems she has are real soft fronds of fruiting vines lick up the tears from her forehead each wonders which is upside right earlier she was harried into the rental car wishing only to idle but parents have a

Sometimes it seems like life rushes by No time to laugh, no time to cry Good times come, bad times go We’ve learned to love, and we’ve learned to grow My friends and I have become as one But when

Walking in, the bedroom smelled earthy and human a fog of earwax hovering over the thin, crumpled pillow gray-green unwashed sheets. there were no posters taped to the dark paneling that ate the light and hung like poisoned chocolate. there

Walking the white, white sand and watching the sunset makes me feel so sad that you’re not here with me to share what all the other lovers are sharing intimately well it leaves me feeling crazy over lonely in the

My heart is destitute for romance and passion I am uneasy in my skin of night blue out of balance way out there I’m insecure and wayward see people connecting I am alone except for my immediate family-a few friends

As they were walking on the empty roads, empty hands and with empty pockets, everything became silent for a moment, both thinking what to say and a sudden emotion of unknown was raising making both of them uncomfortable. While she

Oh, stop talking! Day and night uproar, uproar, useful thoughts are swayed away, your ‘I’ inundates my ear, room, existence.. Listen now the whisper of air, reply of dancing leaves, songs of Robin, flattering of bees, and tunes of a

Standing at the door of an empty conference room, I love the thought of what might unfold. The surge of energy that is about to pulse, The promise of deep connection that it holds. As we explore together and learn,

Though a trillion coloured droplets just refract to cause an arc And though atmospheric pressure can explain Aurora’s spark And the moon and sun’s alignment can account for sudden dark Still you wonder….. While a flock of birds’ formation is

There’s a man that I knew, not too close, not too far, as a child he was there to tend to my scars. A man with a past, of that I had no doubt, a man, when provoked, who knew

When love remains as mere figment of dreams, Flimsy as silk, or webs that spiders spin, Yet serves us best, when life’s hard crust it creams, As joys, that might at times, been spread too thin; Such when a scent

Every love has its sound; It creates and it breaks. A foil stands like gray hound Against it and tragedy makes. But don’t worry, a dove sings sweet and cares no gun; What lasts on earth but love? It removes

When morose cloud mourns why it showers heavy rains it sheds tears of melancholy to me why it hurts and pains when the uncle sun is furious why it excretes red fireballs its heat scorches all creators every one prays

I can see the love of the mother, Which the man who leaves his mom In orphanage cannot see. I can see the future in the eyes of the young, Which no politician can see. It is not needed for

A is an apple, shot off of your head B is for beets, they’ll turn your pee red Cantaloupe with ya, I’m too young to marry D is a date, with Tom, Dick or Harry Eggs if they’re large can

Common everyday words Meaningless words of nothing Overused shadows in a blind world We have to escape from them We have to reinvent another worldwide language Meaningless words Meaningless peoples They frightened us Because they belong to the ugliness We

I crossed too many oceans, Not alone but with a heart, That rode the tides of life, Of which you were a part. You were always a part of me, Within me if not beside, You were one with me,

“Sometimes your worst self is your best self The moonlight divides the shadows. The essence of a black rose. Butterflies flutter by through the air. Unaware they are there without a care. I grab thee adorable like a snuggle bear.

Sitting here by the fireside in the shadow of a golden light I reflect on my life and once again the poet writes… Just like a sacred journey back to The Temple of The Heart these are ancient times somewhere