NO MATTER WHAT

An ironic rise from epitome of disguise

in the process of life, it helps to be wise

together we must find the basis of trust

otherwise we won't be able to go past

dubious extinctions happening so fast.

This requisite is based on a common need

there is plenty of stuff that we can concede

as custodians of nature, a wonderful deed

only after we assume true troth with ease

we should be able to live life as we please.

MAKE-BELIEVE

Some of us have been locked up in personality
only in deepest dreams may truth show its face
we know very well the false aspect of our nature
yet, we often hide behind a disguised disposition.
Vanity demands, we dress up to appropriate attire
to have an appearance of what we supposedly are
strange as this may sound, we are willfully impaired
by assumed distinctions as they are being compared.

WHERE THE LOBSTERS ARE

Wondering deep in the ocean 

out of touch from the shore 
turned over, laid on my back 
a streaming poem beckoned me
imploring that I should turn back...
back to life.. back to the land.
Yet another voice from above
reminding me there is a home
somewhere deep down there
where my eyes can not see
there is a bed in the ocean floor
just for me, cool, crisp, lobsterly.
Suddenly the shadow of a boat
blocks the Sun from my face
they were looking for a lost log
the coast guards spotted a dog,
a poet sinking deep and deeper,
a sign, an indication of hope.
They should have let me be,
I wasn’t asking for any help!.
They won't leave you alone
in the wide open ocean.
They pull me up on deck
give me the mouth to mouth,
some call me lucky - crazy,
they interrogate thoroughly,
but I have one answer to give,
my reason drowned a while back
now resting on the ocean floor.
I was diving for some reasoning
where the lobsters are,
deep down there >>>>>>>>>>.

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SOB

The futile grievance I sometimes hear 
goes through one ear but does not clear
gets stuck in the mind, sometimes I fear
it may not come out from the other ear
less I wash down the frown with a tear.

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