The Last Smoke

Sitting on the bench, the fallen leaves notified of the coming of winter.The cigarette was already half gone, smoked away amongst all the thoughts between the rights and wrongs, practice and abstinence, yesterdays and tomorrow.



He now completely understood where his folly lay, and with it he also understood that he could not have avoided them. It dawned on him that he could only learn, and learn as he might, there were always other crimes he would commit.Against himself and others.There were many more, he realized, that would come cloaked under urgency and chance.He would just have to embrace them, so will his pride.

Still, he couldn't help but miss certain times, and need certain second chances. Some mistakes happen and leave us hurt, and time pulls out the first aid box and we grow out of them.Some mistakes though, stay with us, stinging us from the inside fully shielded against the clock's power to heal.They stay cause we can't let go of them, they stay cause they become us, and we grow with them.
The cigarette was almost done now, and he knew the last hurdle for tomorrow to creep into his life had just a few drags to live.He did not like tomorrows anymore.They were now unkind.He seemed to have ticked them off with his utter disregard for today.It was a sad way to live, but it was just the way it was.

He sighed and breathed in the last of the glowing red.

There are a few trips in life that go by too soon. This was one of them.

What do I tell you

About the looking forward, the wait

About a train that comes in late

A war waged among the old and the new

Many and few, at the doors of heaven and hell

On getting in and falling out

What do I tell you

About the taxi, angry at the gluttonous roads

Chewing more than a narrow neck could gulp

At the kerb

What do I tell you about the elevator man

Preaching honesty, deceived by faith

Smiling as he goes up, to floors traveled everyday

onto times of sundown and up, on the beep of a card

What do I tell you

About the laugh you meet

Once in many a years, at the opposite seat

 across a table of love and joy

What do I tell about the trip that I took

to a city that never sleeps, never keeps

the train that comes back again

to leave you at the very place

of the exciting wait

What do I tell you about life

Overwhelming at its best.

Yearly Gratitude

Thank you yester

year of mine

for the rhythms and the rhyme

that you taught 

patiently caught

awry thoughts and lines

Thank you for the music and the sun

for the stillness and the run

that chased around a restless mind

calmed it, tamed it, set it on fire

and cooled it off again

Thank you for new friends and old

for the wishes and the hugs

for dirt under rugs

drunken dances, funny accents

wishful talks and determined plans

for meetings, separations

Christmas trees and Independence days

Thank you for the thankless jobs

woolen socks, 

ruthless bosses and weekends off

Salesmen Santas in shopping malls

Thank you yester

year of mine

for the very various smiles

heartbreaks and flimsy lies

that you caught

patiently taught

me life.

A Drunk Man at your Service!

 

Hello to the ladies, Hello my Sirs

Hello to the passing laughing blurs

Hello to the gods, to the priests and the sods

And to the beggars, my friends, and the lot.

A drunk man at your service!
 

I drank for good today,

and for bad the one before

for sadness on the first of may,

and for victory on the fourth.

A drunk man at your service!

 

Through the whiskey and the rum,

And the vodka in the some.

I've plunged and plagued

in the bottles, all my plays!

A drunk man at your service!

 

You can find me on the corner,

all the colorful narrow streets.

You can find me as a dying man,

Or a buried lover's retreat.

You can find me in shiny groups

of the merry and the rue.

or find me in places some

dead, dying and new.

And sometimes in you.

A drunk man at your service!

 

 

* A drunk is always in the race to becoming one of the most ugliest and pitiful sights.

 

The beginning is the toughest, and the beginning is what defines it.

Flute, the youngest
played a melody, played a smile
out himself and me
ran through the woods and

bathed in the sea

unknowing, uncaring 

of what the world was to be
Ignorance sweet

The drum, a young man
thought he had the world by his beat
could play the day in, and slow the night out
had the tune of what there was to be
thumping out of the red summer heat
Zealous will

The violin came next, a gentleman he was

he reasoned,coaxed strong character

out of gentle chords
searched for 

romance, friendship, kindness

to give and to take 

and find an answer to why and was
Unfathomable thoughts

Then came the Veena, gentle and wise
all there was to know, all self denied

a song for the gods, played a reverence divine
played by the shadows, played by the light

she could see and tell

she could feel and smell 

the reasons behind

Wrinkly Wise

Forever yours

I am this now, I am the moon
once gazed upon, in the far far space
that we often dreamed about
finding on our flights to
imagined fantasies

I am the little boy now,
gifted sea for the first time
my sea, by the sand
I run on, racing waves to the shore
to happiness

I am the conversation we had
when time had let us free
when we had let it be
this life as we know it
and moved beyond

Can you see me now,
in the hug those strangers share
in the smiles that come unannounced
in the beating heart that scores
a winning goal

I am here, really
I am here to stay
hold onto me, hold onto it all
I am here, always will be
Forever yours,
You

Then God save You

Do you exist, I asked him
On this paper, this line
This world that I live in
Did you create, or is it mine?

I May or May not be
he says, I think
I might just be a voice, an illusion lead
You might all be just accidents 
If truth be said

You eat some pride
with love, some sympathy
to live, a few lies of trust
I guess, just because you must

Will you go away then, please
I ask, in some teardrops red
And he says 'I can't'
for I live in your head

What If I clear them , then
trade faith, for some mind
and a new heart
to do what I do
I see him smile, he says
'then God save you




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