A distant sore

a crime was committed in your face, you think so and believe
you might be right, the treachery too harsh, a stinging nettle perhaps, 
might seem, could be, i didn't see, i wouldn't have a clue,
i don't know one, lest both sides of the tale. 
You retaliate in your self righteous ways, human, human, so human indeed
mild subtle  retribution could've been too harsh,
the terrible morbidity in retaliation, the aura of gloom,
would you care to give the accused, little forgiveness perhaps ?
Another chance to reflect, restrain the demon and acknowledge the fact
and let hate not control every soul, every heart.
for the true nature of crime, however dark, is human, human, a human deed 
we are all humans capable of sinking to depths, committing misdeeds 
should repentance not be given a chance, vengeance not repressed ? 
the lords creation not easily be denounced, soul cleansing a prospect ? 


the robbery, the shooting, the fleeing, the prison, the saving, the crying, the living, the dying
we are all pathetically, human, human, ambit, human indeed 

Up-stream, ex-dream

I don't wish to be here any longer
I have loved and lived here too long
I await the frail goodbye,
To casually bid farewell humming another song


Traipse a bit more ? i wouldn't
This is  up-stream, ex-dream ?
I don't know what. A fading screen ?
A lackadaisical streak ?


loved this place, loved this life
missed so much, guess i missed much too
I have nothing much to do, nothing much to say
Let it be, dont people always part ways ?


As i take the last few walks, i stare at every soul and every tree
Some give sidelong glances and pretend to not see
I would still wave and smile and bid good bye.
See you again, or maybe not ?, on the other side.


I wrote letters to my young sweethearts, on paper napkins, as I
Drank rum to rock and gazed in whiskey bars
To the tunes, the grooves of jazz and blues
So many a times, that I now know a song or two.


Like lighting the last cigarette, on the lonely drive
to the concert stage in the middle of night.
How badly you want for it to burn, a little longer, stay
Only to take it for the stroll, on the grass, to the stage, from the car


I would have wanted to stay, day after day

Or atleast for a day, another hour, few minutes, a glimpse, to quench this hopeless heart
Alas ! Funny, hopeless romantic, Sigh. Deep sigh !.
I don't wish to be here any longer.

I have loved and lived here too long. 

I await the frail goodbye, each day, each day when i walk back with dreamy eyes.