Still a Loner

And I die again, the true exchange with end!
The rain storms flooded my porch again
The clothes drenched in water from heaven
And be removed by one who wears them

The broken window has been repaired
These curtains and sofa have been replaced
The wood from my bedroom has been recycled
These walls have no memory, all redecorated

Clocks have been timed with fresh batteries
Rose, lilies and all other shrubs are dead
The stream of red ants continue their trade
Before the dog barked, he has been chained

Its Saturday. you arrived earlier than sunset
Like a young husband, you don't speak your head
Weeding out your files from your briefcase
You curse again and again on some mistake

And when all the lights are down you stay awake
Restocking the pantry with beans and bread
If these are things that you want for yourself
You have become the ghost as I have became

God! It's a lonely place.
Lonely as always........

I am mean

The green is now only owned by "big" builders
Now it's upto dragonfly to cross the dry leaves
And reach his tree in these private nurseries
It's his home, but to us, he is just a disease

Somebody wrote that we all are orphans, God our father.
So I send some money to some poor kind in neighbour
But I see starvation killing his family every year
The bodies are counted and published in a news paper .

There are thousand of Amway ladies in my country
None think of giving a shell away to the needy
They spend thousands on hair product and creme
And not even a little to help, who live in poverty

I am the prince of england, and I live on 1000 acres
I am the landlord of these fields, I export grains
I am an engineer, I work on laptops during my supper.
He is poor, remove him from my home, mall and hotel.

And the green is now only owned by "big" builders
Now it's upto the dragonfly to cross the dry leaves
And reach his tree in these private nurseries.
Either by law or by force, he must live as GOD wished.

Why rain comes with tears??

Oh! It has begun. Is there any one?
In this blinding light of sun.
Oh! dear the "cry session" has begun.
Eyes are red. A thousand tears are shed

Oh! dear you are so lost, but a perfect stranger
You don't know me, even not my name anymore
When these concrete buildings gaze at you
They are the only ones don't cry when they see you.

These cities are self obsessed in its own monsoon
And I say why tears and rain has to come together
I am tired of this rain,stupid romantic sunsets.
And you say you'd find your name in this new town.

Appealing are the changes of our life
Yet essential is what seems old and ancient
And the time is not right, at times not enough.
I say. I saw the end to this, before it all begun.