hand on her shoulder
worth a million flowers
blooming in desert

F actuality of Life
You go to an Astrologer
just once
as you go to an ICU
and
only after the POSTMORTEM
everything said comes true
ah! you all knew

Nice Astrology and Doctorology
friends coming out from all of you
I have known none here
on any site coming true

However
Astrology is a time tested
Statistical Data Theory
since formulated 2000 +++--plus minus years away
In Rome cum Egypt

At dusk
my palms join,
I look east then west,
In welcome and farewell,
I open them
chanting mantras of gratitude.

the sweat of the variation in a dream eating frozen ice cream,
carry on with a tender song help keep you go along,
he walked with shoulders back as a demon he over acts,
tender moments reach out with chemistry below the knees
eats pasta with a greasy spoon in the month of June
sleep...sleep...although whispers in the park,
potatoe with a slice of Key Lime Pie
wired for fantastic goals

Just in a glimpse,
Everything becomes void
Where are they?
Those who promised to be there always

Can't believe they are all gone
Within a glance.
Were their feelings true?
Right from the onset?

I thought of holding on,
But deep within myself,
Its gonna have adverse effects
Which might bring more pains

I thought of letting go,
Owing up to maturity
Yet,I couldn't
Cus I was scared of loosing something,
Something, I might never regain

My heart was pounding
given choice of
paper boat or balloons.
I jumped into the boat
grabbing balloons as sails.

You went to sit in a screen enclosed patio
Sailing on the rocking chair
Among the rows of silent neighbors
In a panorama of walled settlements
Where the palm trees look alike
And the hot tubs bubble with steam.
Your mind entered the world of your books
Of sea captains and naval maneuvers
And your body became soft skin.

I just hope in some little ways
—You still think of me.
For years, I’ve tried not minding you
But I’ve miserably failed-- my love.

Singing our love songs,
Talking to you in my dreams,
These simple joys, I won’t stop doing.
Yes, sweetheart, you’re truly my life.

Could I still meet you in my lifetime?
I’ll keep on wishing—and dreaming
Tomorrow—who knows, you might come
back again, and be in my arms forever.

a good cause to grow blame it on his big ego
inflate a claim so small as you knew all the great while
Queens' "Another One Bites The Dust",

it's in the air that we breath..,
Freddie Mercury bleeds
one hand on the pedal the next on the floor

a chance to explore
a brief heart aura disguised behind a poll
pop tarts and angel darts

Mercury in heat..,
pilllows squeak
miles from those unknown