my 20 year old will fly.

I wrote this poem to go along with a piece of art i had made a few days ago. I dont understand why the young and clueless are the ones who are most targeted when it comes to betrayal, abandonment and fraud. why dont people realize that the young should be given wings to fly, not clip then down. even though i wrote this poem for a particular person, i hope it applies to all the 20 year olds out there who are beginning to step into adulthood.

streams, stream out layers
patterns,dreams,directions to share
fish swimming against the tide to try
my 20 year old will fly

through the flames that blaze
beyond thickened fogs of haze
breaking through burnt woods of ply
my 20 year old will fly

curtains through winds rise and float
compromise being a part of life's boat
when the world will cover and shy
my 20 year old will fly

lengths of tall trees that form high
beyond nests of great birds lie
gliding beyond serene blue skies
my 20 year old will fly.


my 20 year old will indeed fly.  atleast, i really hope he does.

Pe n Nuts

I generally don't  write erotica. Though i got heavily inspired by a family member and an episode of house for this poem. I realised i love to tell stories in rhyme. Maybe  one day i can do something about this. Hope you enjoy my new poem!


Pe n nuts
There was a boy named peter
Never knew anyone more sweeter
He had a mad love for peanuts
Here is a story  about his guts
Allergic,his throat swelled each time,greater
He had  never tasted  anything  better
He kept risking to grab a bite, a taste
In forms solid, liquid or paste

Warned  time and again  by his doctor
It will choke n kill you  like a boa constrictor
Peter agreed  to give up his delights
And  walked out without  putting up a fight

In sadness,  he went to a hooker        
Licked her up n down like a steam rollar
Little did he know she was covered in peanut body cream
" Holy  PEANUTS!" In climax,peter screamed!

Rushed to the hospital in a stretcher
All he thought was bliss came closer
Arrived n treated by a bemused doctor
"U are lucky ,dear boy, death was a close encounter"

"Peanuts, why do i give you a soft corner?"
Cried peter,looking at a food chart poster
Walked in a nurse,with his medication
He stared at her with deep admiration

Her eyes were never so lighter
Than  peanuts  kept in a canister
Her lips,when  moved so quick
He felt a quiver in his dick

"Ill give  up all my vices for u,my dear"
"Every form of peanuts",yelled peter
"Roasted, toasted,salted,fried"
Listening to his sacrifice,the nurse sighed

"You love me and your life now, i infer"
Mused the nurse, coming a bit closer
"You matter more to me than pleasure"
"Wont u put always in our forever?"
                                                                      The doctor came in,"its so clear!!
 A treatment amongst all this blur
The day is saved with the help of our nurse
Or you would have left in a hearse    

Here, ill end my story of Peter
 Who found his life partner
With his obsession of pe n nuts  
 Pe n nuts , pe n nuts,  pe n nuts

Destruction And Clearance

Its a sad kind of disappearance
The one that easily isnt spoken about
A cycle of destruction n clearance
A song flows through my mouth

Of a time of love and indulgence
Coveted dreams of the south    
Promises made and assurance
One wouldn't leave the other without
   
Its a sad kind of disappearance
Gently quietened after a brief shout
No one to reclaim occupance
Fields destroyed, a prolonged drought

Oceans Bay

Writers note : this is by far, my oldest and most beloved self written poem. I can forget the other stuff Ive written, but never this one. I wrote this when I was 13 and I feel, looking back, I knew alot more about life back then than I do now. Uncertainity does that to us adults, I guess. Well here goes! :D

I'm at the oceans bay,
waiting for the waves to take me away
Ah! my friends, you dont have to wait,
as now I see the heaven's gate

I hear drums beating at a distance,
Is this the end of my existance?
If yes, why so?
Is it really time for me to go?

Power Over Me

Writers note- I wrote this poem when I was in college. I sometimes think I wrote more frequently back in the day than what I do now. mind fuzz I guess. the reason why I want to publish this one again is because it has always been one of my works I was particularly proud off. Now I just think its cheesy and dramatic. Guess nostalgia does play a role in most of the things I do. I am making certain alterations from the original, coz face it, an 18 year olds English isn't as good as a 26 year olds. :D

Unlike the love that transends time
the shadows beneath the burden of being mime
how to prove that love isn't a delusion?
a true pious feeling,amongst my life's confusion
thou shall not feel the pain I feel
thou shall not b the 1 in front I knell
the love I feel isn't a phase

not even a simple teenage craze

you ask me, why I walk alone?

because you aren't there to hold my hand to take me home

you say, I'm not the prettiest of the lot
Doesn't that make you shallow, have you given it a thought?
the summer grass glitters in rain
like tears from sad eyes that drain.
Don't you see what have you done to me, loved one?
engulfing me,with grief of our love song
over the greatness of the human spirit
Why do I see in your eyes, loss, pain and guilt?
Don't you see,it hurts me to endless sorrow?
If I feel this, how is my love so hollow?
I wish for this day to end to replant my loves seed
for the endless loss, my heart can no longer breed
my solace is your garden,
roses and their thorns that you allowed to sharpen
I feel I've lost you, like a coin lost at sea
and you call it a delusion, your power over me.

an inspired limmerick

Writers note: a friend of mine recently told me a story about a man who only saw the positive in a trashy situation. I got heavily inspired by it n wrote a small limmerick based on her story.  Here it goes. ...

I stood under a sky so gloomy  
Unable to feel the sun
It shines on clouds,not on me
Non the less,  it shines, I learn

The Fall

Writers note: A friend and I were working together for a song a long time ago. He worked on the music and I worked on the lyrics. In the end, we decided to leave out the lyrics and let the song be as it was, instrumental. here is my rendition of the song I loved very much.

In the season of summer
I came to know of a new expression
I came across a new lover
This is my sincere confession

Along came the season of fall,
 I knew that eternity in her eyes wasn't forever
Shattering what I had thought was true
Like every changing season, I was her changing weather
If my chest held a glass window
Like one of those houses with a view
A beating dark heart, it would show
Along with an incandescent hue

Let me fall into your arms,
Don't ever let me fall down
Let me fall into your arms
Don't ever let me fall down


For the music freaks out there, do check out my friend, he's really good. This is his rendition of the song.
https://soundcloud.com/rbhansingh/the-fall