7 Billion Stars

One in 7 billion stars is still a star ,

It still shines and twinkles in the night sky

Sometimes gliding  across the milky  way ,

Sparkling the wonder in the eyes of  the little boy ,

Who chanced to be looking that way.

One in 7 billion men and women is still a human ,

With a life that can rise , shine and twinkle ,

Who Someday might find a  new path a   new thought ,

Inspiring the minds of young men and women

Who will choose to  follow him aboard his  boat.

Then why we  kill these millions of  stars ,

Before they can rise and shine in time  ,

Left for dead they are just a number ,

Sometimes collateral damage

sometimes unfortunate event .

Few thousand devils in 8 billion humans   ,

The rich and famous with power and  greed

Drinking their wines , bragging and laughing

While the little stars die

And their mothers weep .

8 billion Minds and still no answer ,

Why there is misery why there is  war ,

Civilizations never learned to be civil ,

They love to  fight and kill ,

They love the blood and  gore. 

Transactions

People ask me If I am happy ,

Knowing too  well  that I am not  .

Why  then this  pointless provocations

Why is this meandering assault .

True  Happiness is the promised prophet  ,

The idea well  past its sell off date ,

People still count on it to  keep breathing ,

Knowing too well their own fate .

I rather believe in its next of kin ,

Peace of mind  is  all I need ,

If I can wake up without heavy shoulders ,

And can sleep fairly at ease. 

Freaking Thoughts

Thoughts these thoughts ugly freaking  thoughts

They cling on me and put me in chains ,

They suck on my blood and feast on my brain ,

They force me to bed but never let me sleep ,

They are poison, parasites and fucking weeds.

Thoughts these thoughts , ugly freaking thoughts ,

I so wish them killed but they never die ,

Sometimes they hide sometimes they slide ,

They bide their time waiting to  strike ,

In the Bloodbath of memories they always triumph.

Thoughts these thoughts ugly freaking  thoughts

Why it is like this  and what will it be  .

Why couldn’t it be the way I  want it to be  .

Why is this silence  or why these fucking  words  ,

Why is   their chosen   weapon,  Why  is the mighty sword .

Thoughts these thoughts , ugly freaking thoughts ,

They don’t let me live and wont let me die .

They shout they scream , sometimes even cry .

They  know they have me chained in their arms , 

The day I fell for their  dark sinister charm

Thoughts these thoughts , ugly freaking thoughts. 

From Past with Love..

Another day gone ,

Another night  will go 

Something is going wrong

Something is going to blow 

Another breath is taken

Another breath is gone ,

You look for your moments

From the moment you were born .

Another thing to do ,

another year to go ,

hanging on to a  dream ,

which melted long ago .

Another wish for death ,

Another bout of despair ,

Slimy cold shadows  around ,

laugh as you tremble in fear

Another hand might not come ,

Another ear may not hear ,

Your cries for help It seems

Your own heart couldn’t bear.

Another day might not exist   ,

Another life  a fallacy ,

Let go the burden you carry ,

Feel your  now and let it be. 

Broken shadows searching Light

The world is drowning . Again

The blood is flowing . Again

The Orphans are crying . Again

Humanity is dying . Again

Loudmouths are frowning . Again

Deep down smiling . Again

Dividing the masses . Again

Filling up their glasses  . Again

Gods are being schooled . Again

Scriptures are turning fuel . Again

We are being fooled . Again

Used as a tool . Again

We need to rise . Again ,

Be little wise . Again

join our hands . Again 

Make music of our rants. Again .

The doors have to open . Again  ,

Or they will be broken . Again

The time has come . Again

its now or never Again . 

Feathers from the Wreck

My Little eyes kept blinking , seemed  like a storm outside .

Slamming doors and windows , It  kept rapping all night .

Closing my eyes I  wanted to feel the storm I couldn’t see ,

The wreck inside me , needed this night  to be set  free .

So here I go floating in my mind for endless unforgiving hours ,

Juggling my fear of memories with my fear of forgetting all that was.

I remember the day I  set out on a  blue river  on  this starry night

My  young eyes twinkled more than the stars ,  my heart so sure of the path.

Now the stars still twinkle but seem more distant than before ,

And My eyes never regained the light or it was my choice to let it go 

The river keeps   flowing  although muddy , now with a changed course ,

My dinghy is buried in white dreary sand and  my heart is cold and lost .

Tic toc tic of the metronome don’t let me take a breath,

Rhythm is what  you must keep when your tune sucks at best.

Bodies carved out of bodies we drag on like soulless clones,

A spark though rare when it appears is happy to burn us down .

I opened my eyes and  its all silent , seems the storm has past .

Moon is peeping  in washed up air , designing the shadows it can cast.

In the  fresh breeze and under those clear skies , I took a deep long breath ,

Its time for another voyage my friends , with a storm in my heart to keep .