Weather

Love is like a gale,
I'm a weather vane,
My love is weather-beaten,
Weathered yet never under the weather,
Akin to ageing of wine,
A bottled poetry, a work of art.

Sleep

Since you've come,

Sleep has a new meaning,

Sleep is welcome,

A pleasant sojourn,

An overnight jaunt,

Meadows cover nightmares,

Dew paint the thoroughfare,

You lead the way,

To the better days,

A better me I've become,

Since you've come.

The Screen

So many screens,

Glowing bright,

Like stars at night,

They own me.

Pictures of old flame ,

Mobile phone game,

I have no books or dictionaries,

Only screens.

Waking working,

Evening morning,

No interest in the alive,

Screens blind my eyes.

Speak less type more,

My world a diverse porn,

Consumed as I gaze on,

Till the day I become a screen.

Screw you man

Spiderman Batman Ironman,

A recipe to be a superhero,

You gotta know what you're good at,

And add a suffix 'man'.

This got me thinking then,

What's that one thing,

I do best than the rest,

That sets me apart as a man.

Interviewing family and friends,

Introspection and meditation,

In hope to be a superhero,

I churned multiple opinions.

A source of great affliction,

Was this exercise,

To screw people's happiness,

Is my superpower it seems.

It can be a gentle humiliation,

Or asking how it feels to be blind,

It can also be an insensitive joke,

On friend's friend's last promotion.

Inquiry about periods was unintentional,

But women can't drive comment wasn't,

Size of shoes indicates size of penis,

Playing dwarf porn to the short guy was fun.

Trust me I wish to hurt no one,

But you can look at all these superheroes,

Their power isn't their design,

It's power choosing one of them.

So after much deliberation,

I settled for a fitting appellation,

Truer than either spider, bat or iron,

I will be known as Screw-You Man.

Only one

Just a man and a simple one,
Pulling on emotions but a single one,
If let this go, I'll simply go,
I will be my person but an empty one.

Some do assume it dialogue,
Please know that it isn't one,
I talk to self and sell to self,
I am mad, not the only one.

I know time is moving on,
I am ageing ergo I am moving on,
You expect me to be someone else,
It is only this I can become.

Old friends and new, are all tired,
Listening to my stories, more then once,
In my stories, I am the villain,
I fail to conjure any false ones.

Feel for me with such acuity,
I start feeding on your pity,
I know I am an emotional parasite,
Regrettably a pathetic one.

Steadfast on past,blind to future,
I refrain to make life decisions,
Heart heavy, eyes shut, dead on my feet,
I face changes like a coward one.

Verbal spirals, verbose expressions,
Though I mean to say it like simpleton,
It is such a struggle to find love,
When I know I've known my only one.

Dead End

It was irrelevant,
What I felt for you,
How or when I told you,
It was insignificant.

You were indifferent,
If I cared or not,
Or if I listened,
It wasn't a requirement.

I was insistent,
Reading between lines,
Stalking your shadow,
I was unbalanced.

A time well spent,
I was learning love,
You were killing time,
It was entertainment.

Maybe this was destined,
You are where you're supposed to be,
And I am, where I am,
On a dead end!

Living

You say my writings,
Have turned frustrating,
And that I can say nothing more,
I should just let go.

Do you wonder about an anomaly?
Time heals all, eventually,
Still I hold on to love,
My lost treasure trove.

You must understand this,
My words are therapeutic,
Medicine to a chronic hurt,
Lets me sleep at night.

You must believe me,
I can't open myself anymore,
My heart survives on past,
I repeat what I've said before.

I wish there were two suns,
I wish there were two moons,
I wish there was a world,
Where there are two of her.

She is my life and my soul,
Yet far away is her dwelling,
So I create another her with my words,
And keep both of us living.