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

It was just News flash, nothing to be scared about. They were just News flash from a distant land; from far away land where the inhabitants were, well, that is if they were assumed as people; were thought to feel

Like the dew of the morning brings And takes away at dawn The bliss and the joy of what was created at night, he too, when he chose to get the cords pulled, did not blink to think twice about

No subway subversiveness, No footprints on a million grains of sand Falling away as you pass by Erased by the tides of desire… No trysting birds on bare branches, Devoid of leaves by the singeing sun No listening to your

As she sat and watched at the castle Beautiful and lavish as it may seem It had three doors and three doors it had As She walked towards the first door Heart racing, feet trembling She opened it, with all

“Come on, you know you want to give us another song,” My God, if you knew how much those words were wrong. “You don’t have a real job, you only have to sing” I’ll tell that to the tax man

Drumming in the head Is a tune orchestrating As if the thoughts embodied Gulped in a quick thirst Blended in and synchronized Now Whirling in and out, spiraling A multifarious reel of amusement! Oh! In an unreal ticking of time

Dear God! I’m out here again! I was in the home that you gave me to love, I guess I was not a tenant enough for my landlord, When I paid my rent lower than his consolidation price, And so

A fancy tale of fairies and wings, white worlds, blue stars, and cabbages and kings. Red dust, grey planet of quintessential beings, where the deaf hear melodies and the dumb man speaks. On fine wines, the fellows dine. All sass,

Even when the night air is calm and still you can hear the wailing of women from the past that flung themselves off of WIDOW’S HILL to the cold, cold ocean below and legend has it at Collinwood they’re waiting

When the rains come I imagine a little man Moustache of course In a little room With a lever of force When pulled down Boom! No lights in town This little man He has his moment of power Taking away

I always feel I have deceived my conscience My conscience pricks me for what I did I try to convince my conscience for all the wrong I did My conscience accepts my decision but rejects my action I get into

May be I am just a passing cloud, Or may be I am the moon in the sky, May be I am just a face in the crowd, Or may be I am the man of your life, May be you never expected anything

The sensation of thick honey Gliding down your throat, Enveloping your tongue in A heavy, smooth numbness that warms your buds, Dissolving into sweet ecstasy. The smell of rain Soaking into parched soil, Tingling your nostrils, Tickling your senses, Encompassing

Every day, a gift, is a present for you, To hope for the future, Work at the present, then wait and see. Work hard and nurture, Then hope for the best. To get a desirable future, Every day for you

They walk in dreams nightmarishly spirits of nameless faces staring without eyes. The screams: of a child on whom you poured boiling water. The screams: of a girl made to wear only flesh, because she ran away with a priest.

I suddenly fell ill & got into a semi conscious state My wife gets panicky and rushes me to the hospital Doctors put me straight into I C U I faintly hear Doctors whispering this as a hopeless case I

Reading esoteric science books I can foresee how a human being looks! Getting to know myself Starting to organize my bookcase shelf A visible being I am indeed Knowing the invisible me, I feel I am freed Freed from running

The once clean and pure waters of the ocean, Pure, What does that even mean? Where whales, dolphins, fish swam freely, With the course of nature and life. No interference by humans. The ocean is as beautiful as wild animals

When I look at you, I see a combination everlasting. A multitude of options moving ahead pushing forward. It’s no doubt that this life was meant for you and I to meet, if it was not, I’m confused to how

Grief swoops in and steals your soul Taking you hostage You are bound unable to move You are wracked with pain You beg to be free Your mind, screaming out and then Silence…. Grief  wins You surrender Allowing grief the

I asked him what is it that you like in me He answered I wouldn’t say like I’d say I fancy you, You test me everyday And for us each day is a struggle But when it passes I am

I look up the at the stars at night, and wonder how they bring light to my blurry sight. I look up at the moon that shines so bright, and wonder how it feels to sleep while I dream of

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

Well I see them here, I see them there I see them everywhere but nobody knows nobody knows I can see and communicate with the dead but if they did I know they would think I was a little touched

A carrot, you’re nibbling, yes the carrot they give a radish painted red, but not very deep deceiving ourselves we’re enduring the taste. Lets pursue the real before it extincts. This is the life, live it man. This is the

Hear the sound of bees with a buzzing sting, Of new beginnings and of what’s to bring. Such vibrant species Arise from this season we call spring. Watch the beauty of flowers as they bloom And you rid yourself from

The sweet and suave sound from your lips is so lovely, Like a river sounds lyrically while passing on green valley. It fulfills my heart with joy and edifies the soul with divinity, I feel eternal pleasure, as if I

It was dusk, twilight sky, gushing waves, I sat on the shore,gazing at the horizon. The birds busily flapped their wings back home, while there I sat, and thought about the vagaries of life. The noise of the sea waves,

  Inside me there’s this unique unstoppable and ever-growing fear I cannot live without spitting a lie out of my mouth At first I think I’ll be saving my own skin , but it keeps on getting worse My lifestyle

– Rise sun, oh, brightest star of them all. Take pity on the weary, for your power, intense heat and consistancy, can be exhausting; bringing high climaxes, and sweat upon one’s brow and often times showing no mercy. – Cast

I stand before you on the edge, A risen cliff above the ocean. Many times my life I’ve pledged, Followed the book and went through the motions. But you’ve forsaken me, my Lord. And I hear nothing but the wind.

Soul,common to all relationships for social order, social order possibility through peace role of peace is to realize the soul,common to all. Birth in a family incidental arrival soul is essential for livings’ survival body is ordered bondage of elements

You are so special more than you Know and more than I show You`re my soulmate,you`re my lover, You`re all that I know It`s your smile and it`s your eyes; It`s your heart and it`s your cries. I`ll love you

If I could paint a world for you, my child, I’d fill it with the sparkle of new life With bursting buds I’d break the frosted ground And put an end to darkness and to strife I’d drench your ears

Winter, winter! come and go- we are tired of the snow! we are tired of the cold, of the silver instead of gold! we are tired of snowflakes, of what it brings them and of what it takes! we are

It is the crimson dawn. I know him since stars traveled away and never came back; his voice is silence, his walk glee of birds, his taste the sigh of earth, his fingers a chill. Every day I watch him

What is love????? Is it pain. Is it fame. Is it for real. Or Is it just a word? Don’t say love because it sounds good, because it’s the right thing to do, the mood is right, or because I

There are only dusk and dawn, cloud and sky, Old tree and me, pieces of regret and cry. Only the waves of spreading wings of bird, Not even a single voice of a single word. If loving is an abstract