I laugh

When the sun shows off its yellow teeth
In my eyes full of sleep
I laugh
And tie up all my sufferings in a knot
To put them in my heart's almirah.
When darkness and silence together
Knock on my window
I laugh
And birds resting on my lips
Fly away.
When for the sake of a handful of water
Empty and hypocrite hands
Fill up with prayers
I laugh
And in the rain of my laughter
Dry lakes quench their thirst.
But when in my wisdom filled silence
She does not acknowledge my existence
I laugh
And laughing, I start crying......! 

As if waiting to be revenged

There is something about being disrespected, 
That cements itself in one's mind to stay.
As if waiting to be revenged.
No matter who pretends a forgiveness has been given...
As if one's approval has been voted upon to be accepted.
By those who participated in the disrespecting.
The one disrespected does not forget.
And the culprits aren't quite sure, 
If their deeds done have been remembered.
But if anyone has been singled out for mockery...
Well, 
The odds they will remember being ridiculed, 
Are pretty much one sided.
And those who have been 'stung' by people like this, 
Do not awaken as if overnight they are excited and prepared...
To be in the presence of those whose minds have been rehabilitated.
I could care less how many scriptures are quoted.
And the recent donation of their charitable ways.
A conscious attack made upon another.
Is an attack upon another that was made consciously.
Say that any way you please.
If anything, 
New tactics have been learned that has sealed one's identity.
And one's dignity maintained is never compromised, 
By those wishing to make other people miserable.
And there is nothing like watching people like that, 
Do that to themselves, i got your lesson but you didn't
As if waiting to be revenged, How superficial thinking you are.!!

Live to die

How strong 
you must have been 
to live that way
a caged sparrow; 
no mercy, no open doors. 
Life that would have you
submit your life. 
Told by preacher, 
parent and politic
you have inferior wings
not meant to fly; 
know your place
and do it 'til you die. 

Rimango

Rimango
accoccolato nel mio letto
nel buio della stanza
in questa notte
senza amore
Immerso
ad affannosi ricordi
cerco di attenuare
questo senso di vuoto
che si contorce
nel mio petto
Mentre la luna
nel cielo
mi sorride beffarda
illudendo la mia anima

Imagine me

Imagine me
sitting at your side
looking in your eyes
while my lips
try your
keeping you hands gently
Imagine me
sitting on the beach
with the silent sea
dying in the sand
contemplating its beauty
accomplice of our love
Our love
although it is not real
we live it as such
truly
of how to
imagine
That's the world where we only can together

Human.. Sh.H

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be nothing but a real human

Justice

When justice stands still
only the fool heated, 
will contemplate pursuing even the most just of causes, 
when justice stands still, 
the brave only will seek retribution 
for sins committed against them and their kinsman, 
can any gleams of sovereignty exist 
where justice takes a tea break, 
and when justice decides to stand still
will any sanity prevail, 
where justice once stood still, 
can any unity ever be restored
when justice stands still, 
the supposed saviors become the enslaves, 
who then will stand up to refuse for the people
when justice stands still, 
the law makers become peace detractors, 
creating laws meant not to ensure harmony, 
but to bring woo to the masses, 
when justice stands still, 
they will seek to devour, 
those they once vowed to protect, 
justice stands still, 
the eleventh plague, 
not just a biblical fantasy, 
but a present reality 

Ice .. and Fire

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice. 

The Art of Letting Go

There comes a time
when we must let go.
Let our heart speak
let the tears flow.
It's never easy
for us to do.
But sometimes it's
the only way
of healing you.
We will doubt
whether it's right
or wrong. 
But it's the first step
that you've taken
in so long.
How things will
turn out, we'll know
in the end.
But, if it's happiness
we seek.
It's better to find it
rather than just
pretend.

Husband and wife

I’m losing my life 
Before my eyes
What I cherished most
I've learned to despise.
The dreams we shared
The castles we built
Have now turned to stone
From anger and guilt.
I have no control
I’m under your spell
With the secrets you keep
You've chained me in Hell.
You’re beating me down
With your words and lies
The pain is un-giving
It’s useless to try.
But tearing me up
I think you should know
I’m not giving up
I’m not letting go.
So bring on the pain
Your words and deceit
My love is too strong
For you to defeat.
I’ll fight to the death
Be it your heart or mine
My strength may be weakened
But my love stands through time.
Through good times and bad
Before God on our knees
We promised to love
I’m begging you, please.
Stop ruling the world
Just let it all be
The one thing that matters
Is you and me.
You may be lost now
But I’m letting you know
I’m hanging on tight
I’m not letting go.
I’ll wait if I have to
For the rest of my life
Because together we promised
As husband and wife. 

We don't care

We only have one life, so why do most of us waste it.
We live by the same rules everyday and never change.
We only have this one world and we look at it likes its nothing.
Trees the earth. What happens when it's all gone? 
Would we miss it? Or would blow it off and say we don't care? 
And of course we only have one heart and that heart can only
be given to one person.
But how come we give it to everyone who looks at us twice? 
We watch it get broken all the time.
So I ask you what happens when we die and we think of the things
that we would have done differently.
Would we have lived our lives to the fullest? 
Would we have taken better care of our earth? 
And would we have been more careful who we gave our heart to? 

Fools desire

Is it fool’s desire? 
To undo what’s been done.
Hold hope in times of despair.
Wait for moments bygone.
‘It is fool’s desire’
Longing for the truth
Are you the sky’s heir? 
To deny the heaven’s wrath 
‘Its fools who desire’
For joy, for life beautiful! 
World clouded with stale air
We live amongst the deceitful
‘It is fool’s desire’
 The patience to wait for the one you love 
and the courage to accept that you've waited for nothing.
‘It is fool’s desire’
Me to give up my dreams, even it wasn't worth the suffering

Fool with roles

Fools always have nails
To scratch their heads with...
They always find trails
To stumble their ways with
They always have arguments
To shut the mouths with
They donate themselves
To others to play with
My friend, what i owe you
My wisdom, to tackle with
But mirrors show everything
I used to be a mirror
And now i realized; 
while watching in the mirror
That i am that bald man...
But i aint grow the nails
to scratch my head with

Uncompleted mission

Put myself back together in a five minutes walk 
Wear on my sweetest smile 
And fake my happiest tone 
Bury my anger and all the words that haven't come out of my mouth 
They will not see the injuries from the south 
I'll save up my cynical smirk for the upcoming disappointment 
I'll gather all the damages for whoever needs them back 
I'll pick up all the pieces for the next time someone wants to see me collapse 
I'm sure there's more 
So try your best to hurt me until i care 
Cause i'm still standing here 
Not dead not vanished not devastated 
Clearly there's a mission uncompleted 

From nothingness we came,

From nothingness we came, 
into nothingness we shall pass, 
and this life beautiful, 
is for only few years alas! 
Yesterday night my neighbor's, 
heart beat for the last time, 
tomorrow you may no longer see, 
me sitting on the garden grass.
and with each passing moment, 
we keep on breathing this air, 
until we have no more left, 
in our life's lovely glass.
but for only a few of the days, 
i lived in peace and harmony, 
while for the rest of the days, 
i busy was in the race to amass.
but from today i take this vow, 
to live each day with utmost class, 
to seek happiness in all little things, 
to have often whole hearted laugh.
So that when it is time to go, 
to death i can no longer say no, 
i know that i have lived enough, 
and happily i can declare 'ok to last

Time ..

Man is not left untold, untaught,
Untrained by Heaven to heavenly things;
No! every fleeting hour has brought
Lessons of wisdom on its wings;
And every day bids solemn thought
Soar above earth's imaginings.
In life, in death, a voice is heard,
Speaking in Heaven's own eloquence,
That calls on purposes deferred,
On wand'ring thought, on bewildering sense,
And bids reflection, long interred,
Arouse from its indifference.
The present, future, and the past,
It offers to our thoughtless eye;
That present is too short to last-
That past is gone for ever by;
That future comes-a stormy blast
That sweeps us to eternity.

Freedom time

Sweet times are here to be, 
If we give it the opportunity; 
That can not be taken away, 

And nobody can steel or sway.
Words will flutter and return,
The lights will flash and burn;
But freedom will always live,
From what we to freedom give.
Sweet times flow and spring,
Like nightingale to a world sing;
Be a cleft in a splendors whirl,
Or a billow in the oceans swirl.
Silences in rest and in speech,
Kindnesses to each other teach;
An invention of the world spirit,
Wisdom of its judgment and wit.
Sweet time like breeze in trees,
Compassion that mankind frees;
A wind that keeps nothing still,
The kindness and conquer of will.
Like a syllable and like a flame,
Resurrections of a peaceful aim;
Good times last a moment
bad times last forever.
The equilibrium between them
is unequal you will agree.
The good times should last
long into infinity
and the bad ones
should disappear within moments
and never return.
For freedom will always live,
From what we to freedom give

Sins of yesterday

So many lessons to learn but no one will tell you
the moral of the story, all great men died
You will too, I will too.
That fact pushes me to dig deeper, 
but not deeper than my hole will be, 
Humans are restricted, in some way certainly
Your body, mind and skin are prisons of yourself
So what are daily trials to freedom of spirit, 
Just a spit on the road.
Animals like ourselves deal with days and personal wishes, 
With who cheated who, and who said what and who saw who, 
An animal at least focuses on survival, 
and what are we, half animals half demons, one quarter angels; 
So many lessons but I will never learn enough to live
forever, 
We are still paying for the sins of yesterday. 

Silences

Those silences.
Those cracks in the even flow of conversation. 
They split paragraphs, then sentences, 
Finally opening up between the words themselves.
At first we step all over them, 
Trying to hide the gaps, 
To hide our discomfort.
The only thing that fits in them
Is embarrassment.
We fear their growth.
But later...
Later we become comfortable, 
Not embarrassed.
We stealthily, and little by little, 
Allow the cracks to widen, 
To deepen.
Our conversation becomes a means
To accentuate them.
They are larger, 
Bigger then the words, the sentences, 
The paragraphs.
We become fascinated
As they grow, 
Transfixed by their emptiness.
They begin to echo.
The widening gulf becomes
The thing we have in common, 
The glue
Holding us together.
They have become one great chasm
Bounded by mutters, and whispers, 
And under-breath speaking.
Eventually, there is only the
Long silence, 
Only the great yawn, 
Gaping, unspanable, breathlessly open
Beneath us.
Through the rest of our lives
We are falling, 
Falling in silence, 
Like a lost echo gone unheard.
And yet, 
We walk around as if nothing
Had happened, 
While, unspeakably, nothing did.
Nothing happened. 

Dream Space

In the dream space lies a source
that flows to keep the dreamers moist, 
till the dry words of remorse
wake us, crying to be voiced, 
and the languid lines that coursed
through the details of the dream
blur and waking, we are forced
from the bed to leave the stream. 
Pleasures that the dream endorsed
now to censors are subject
and with pleasures once outsourced
we no longer may connect.