Is It Really so

Seemingly turbulent in the sea,
But is it really so?
For water ifself is not life,
But is that really so?

Seemingly cold is the snow,
But is it really so?
For snow does not have life,
But is that really so?

I feel turbulent right now,
And I know it so,
I feel turbulent and cold inside,
Like the sea and the snow.

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Lost It's Charm

The beauty that lost it's charm
Because someone took it for granted,
That beauty lost was lost forever.

That beauty could've enriched the world,
It could've served people's passion.
The beauty would've shown it's shiny self,
It could not be saved from it's own self.

For it was taken for granted.
Lost in it's own despair.
Because the world didn't see it,
The world thought it didn't need it.

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As I Saw The Orient

All the leaves are green, in the month of May.
Passing through the crowds, I start to see the day.

I don't see any sorrow in the sunny skies, Orient tomorrow,
In all it's people's eyes.

Gazing at a temple, I stopped along the way, well I see all the people
Kneeling, and I begin to pray.

I don't see any sorrow, in all the sunny skies,
Orient is peaceful, I hear the people's cries,
Orient tomorrow, it's all in its children's eyes.

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Greens

Mid-rainbow color and cooler of eyes,
With it's companion color crayon,
Whose swiping movements on paper describes a leaf,
And also, the transactional color in blanks.

The begrudging human emotion,
The same tinted as leaves' color.
The same one that would move cars,
Those waiting at an intersection.

And then the Earth's garb,
Myriads of plants, grass and shrubbery,
The preferred color of this planet,
The mid color of the rainbow.

Against it's blue sky.

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Tropical City

Speak to me of youth, and breezes warmed by the sun
The breezes that falter down cool alleys
In the city built in the sun

Speak to me of flower vendors, and the beggar boys that run
The old ones who stagger through dusty roads
Of a city built in the sun

And I'll tell you of a hundred days when I wished all was well
Of the hours passed in fantasies
When my mind on thoughts would dwell

On greatest trains and rains and sounds of cricket games being won
of lotuses flames and evenings
In the city built in the sun

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Sing With The Music

Sing with the music, sing high and low
sing with the music so that I will know.
So that I will know what is truly in your heart.
Sing your own song and all will take part.

Pick up the pieces, from the floor and then,
You can start a song that will have a happy end.
Forget everything, you have ever felt,
Become a part of music and let your soul melt.

Sing with the music, sing high and low,
Sing with the music so that I will know.
So that I will know what is truly in your heart.
Sing your own song
and all will take part.

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My Hair Just Hung Like That

My beautiful hair just hung like that.
It mattered that others' looked neater.
But I was like the rockband people,
Who realized where genius lay.

It lay in dishevelement of hair for sure.
The unrulier the more evolved the musician.
His synergistic flow from his hair to his guitar.

Flow of music,
Flow of hair,
It's musical relationship
Of orderly then disorderly harmony.

Guns n Roses and Linkin Park.
Their non-hairstyle created syncopated notes.
For whatever their musical stories told,

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I Shattered the Mirror

I kicked the mirror with my boot,
Then I finally saw how different I looked.
I loved looking at me.

So I kicked the mirror again,
I looked ever more different,
Just the way I wanted to look.

This time, I kicked the mirror,
Till it made sounds of sharp shattering.
I looked gorgeous now in front of this mirror.P

I wanted to be shattered again!
Post shattering, I screamed hooray,
For my shattered look became me and I smiled.

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My Water Fountain

I drank glasses of water,
I drank water from office coolers.
Many people drank from water fountains.

I thought my thirst I could slake,
If I drank water from a cool lake.
Then I would would drink cold water,
From gushing waterfalls.

But much to my surprise,
I thirsted for all of Earth's water.

I couldn't fathom my inner self,
About slaking my thirst insatiable.
I couldn't come to grips about,
The deep waters of my life.

Was it my body? Or was it my soul?
Then I very quickly learned,
That this thirst for water that was burning in me,

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The Leaves on Those Trees Spoke About Me!

The leaves on those trees spoke about me,
They leaned their flat, green shapes against each other,
Then came together to talk,
As the breeze pushed them up and down.

I wondered how they even knew,
That I was of modern mankind true,
That I could be their friend or foe,
That once I decided to go.
And follow out that mission of modern man's progress.

But their green body swayed with ease,
They breathed their breathable breeze,
And continued their green soft speak,
They weren't sure their future looked,
Sunny or bleak in this modern world.

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