My Desire

Suppressed mind, a chainless thought,
Wild horse of memories of the wars we fought,
Going bumpety, bumpety, bumpety bump,
Scattered reminiscence is just a lump,

Life is a symphony, twisted and twirled,
May you find peace in this beautiful world...
As Bob says "Peace Will Come, With Tranquility & Splendor on The Wheels of Fire"
Will wait for that day...my desire.

Cynic

Neither here nor there,
A cynical smile, life is fair,
A magnificent view from the window sill,
Don't move, better sit still,
A slight slip and a fall below, too late,
A sleight of hand and twist of fate,
Will take you 30 ft to the ground,
And further 6 feet down to say hello,
To all the friends and foes, who were around,
When you kicked them and buried them underground

Life for Hire

Hello there, will you be my sire?
You can have my life for hire,
Take me home to laugh when you tire,
As you see I don't cost much to acquire,

Your life hangs on a thin black wire,
When pleasure is what you require,
And want to take it higher,
Why not me for half a day hire?

When the consequences are dire,
To fulfill your fetish, I play with fire,
Bootylicious, I'm the one you desire,
Lift your pen and write a dozen quire,

So for tonight won’t you be my sire?
Give in to your immoral desire,
While I silently light your funeral pyre,
Why not me for half a day hire?

White Rabbit

A swim in the murky waters,
A young child circles and totters,

From the mountain of pasqueflowers,
She sees through her weary eyes,
A banana boat ride, all alone,
She wants to follow the white rabbit home,

As the waves of the sea slaps her back to reality,
A sudden step; a life an entity,
The red eyes, the white skin beckons,
The girl wants to take the white rabbit home,

A lovable soul, life on a roll,
The fear; lest it should take its toll,
A stress buster; made of styrofoam,
Now the girl wants to ride the white rabbit home

wtf

What we see; an ocean and the horizon,
A speck, a dot,
A night; a glorious night,

A bark in the dark;
A dog lies on its back,
Thinks the world is twisted,

No seagulls in sight;
May be the land is too far away,

High on spirits, faltering steps;
Indeed the word is turning, isn’t it?

A girl selling her wares,
Trying; enticing this world,
Her psychedelic shawls fail to impress,
Today she sleeps hungry,

Tomorrow; a new day in an old world,
The same fear, the same loathing,
“OM” inscribed on the butt of a bikini clad woman,
A new life; watch it unfurl