Freedom

 I'll sip my whiskey tonight 

Tomorrow, and the day after 

Then I'll write as freely 

as the thoughts flow 

I'll sail, as a piece of paper 

in a whirlwind 

Unbothered by the destination 

For I have sought freedom 

but only found solace in a bottle, 

brown, colorless, blinding - whatever

He Gave Up

 He gave up on us

And we can't forgive him, 

But not because of giving up, 

He gave up haphazardly,

and for a man, 

as grand as he was,

that was unforgivable

When Stars Align

 There was no reason for you to come 

But you showed - all showered and dressed up- 

I know the effort of even getting out of bed,

especially when you don't have to 

But you showed up and even smiled 

When stars align on my end, I'll do the same for you 

I hope you'll still be there, waiting 

For the hero inside me to slay me and take charge 

No Muse

 The trees dance,

The river rambles along 

The birds chirp,

Their usual merry unhibited,

The bees move from flower to flower,

searching for sweetness

A cool breeze flows by

And the poet can't think - 

can't conjure up anything of beauty,

or remarkable adoration 

or unrequited love as poets are fond of,

And there flies a butterfly 

A yellow butterfly. Colorful 

It flies away, like a moodless poet's muse

I Don't Fathom

 I don't fathom where I am 

Neither where I came from 

nor where I am going 

I'd have been content, 

if I were imbibing a beer 

I don't have a beer 

But I got time, 

My muse ran away, 

with the woman who never loved me

She's happy somewhere 

I no longer long for her 

I long for a few beers, 

and, thereafter, a dreamless sleep 

I Left The City

I left the city long ago 

fleeing from my demons 

surprisingly, 

my demons welcomed me 

in a far and alien land 

where conversations are difficult 

I am forced to be a loner 

Have conversations with myself 

they are not that great 

but I yearn for my city 

where a couple of people know my name

and my language 

Taken For Granted

what would happen 

if you were not the chosen?

may be they like the way 

you are ever present, 

like air, 

- for instance, how much do you 

think of air? 

abundant, present, cheap

and you are sort of entitled to it?

may be you haven't made yourself 

rare, scarce 

that's you are taken for granted