THE COMPLEX CASE OF ‘WHAT IF’

What if the world isn’t round as its purported?

What is darkness is a fallacy?

The sun remains in its place, it never sets

What if knowledge is a mere suggestion?

A nuance of man maddened by identity

What if all people who know are indeed fools?

What if death is a transition of lives?

From one world to another

What if the next, excepting biblical,

 Was way better than before

What if the first man didn’t bother with another’s head?

About its ability to grasp bogus ‘organised knowledge’

Would we have exams?

What if man learned how to manage his greed?

Would it be the ultimate form of knowledge, the zenith?

No one, nothing, would live a deprived life

What if man thought more about his next door neighbor?

More than how much money he’s about to make

Wouldn’t the world be a better place?

WITHOUT THAT SMILE

The laugh, originating from deep within-unfeigned,

Had become a soundtrack to the movie Loneliness,

Caressed me in the was way moon does to earth at night

And you filled every part of me with undefined longing

The kind of longing that stretches time, each tick tock

Succeeding each other with distinct clarity

That every moment without you, without that laugh

Without that smile, without you close to me

Would be- without doubt-one long spell of a time

THE NIGHTS ARE NO LONGER LONELY

The nights are no longer lonely, neither are the days

It has become bearable, the thought of you

With another man

Doing the same things we used to do

And telling you the same lies you didn’t decipher

The same lies that had you running to my arms every other night

Now, I am learning how to miss you

But it is just as hard as quantum physics 

THE MUSE OF A LONER

He cuts a figure, sad to say

Of a man whose life was stolen

-he has no life, he never seemed to-

But he breathes blunt optimism

That surprisingly doesn’t choke

Day in day out he mulls over

And turns in a bed he doesn’t own

To mull once again over things

Beautiful- but he is mortally afraid

To rise up and reach for them

He thinks of a woman he wants to love

A woman who has captured his mind

And yet not the soul and heart

He thinks about her everyday like a job

Should she accept him, what would she eat?

In his mind empty worlds exist

And creatures beg to be brought to life

By the crying pen, he looks in askance

For the creature might be too big

To roam in such a small world as his

DEUCES: BACK INTO

The cream painted wall looked alluring

For into it I stared into my future, or rather hacked

Into what would have been then, just as is

Then, a projection of nothingness, sobriety

About she, nothing but a vulture, waiting for me to F up 

JUST ONE MORE LIE

Can I ask you if you’re still mad tonight?

Or you still think you decision is right?

I want you to banish those thoughts away

I still have one more lie you might believe today

One more chance baby, I can make it right

Without you, I can’t endure one more night

Your love is my delight, the sweetest of all

Just believe this lie and let us stroll

I can make your dreams come true baby

Don’t lie this is what you don’t see

Everybody knows we were meant together

Believe me, like a goat to a tether  

Just one more lie I want you to believe

Accept me back and offer my heart reprieve

Don’t make me grief when you are still alive

Don’t let me die from heartbreak, let me live

LEAVE YOUR MORALS BY THE KITCHEN SINK

Leave your morals by the kitchen sink

Let your mind lose itself awhile

As we journey to the very edge of life

Where you’d glance at life with a smile

Let my hands crawl up your silk skin

And relieve you of what’s burdensome tonight

Kiss you thoroughly as you unclothe your mind

Let’s journey up to the fifth delight

Heave, sigh, groan, before the splinter

Before the burst of the pleasure jar

Before a million heavens crawl to your sight

But you won’t see because I am a blur

I’d give you the entire world baby

But first I’d take you around it

Only if he didn’t make the chemist

The only place you must visit, each morning