always time

many less

too many too good food, every dish a choice
too many ways to travel, too many ways to reach
too many good things to feel, every instant different
too many mad things to do, yet all too coherent.

too many good books, too many pages to read
too many good advices, good ones to heed
too many sports, mind and body, watch and play
too many programs to write and be a Cray.

too many games, console or prop, get stuck into
too many songs, local or int, tunes to soak into
too many movies, sitcoms, shows, what to glimpse
too many good friends, living life like a prince.

too much affection, greatest mom dad siblings
life’s great icing, best of them, one great cherished love

too many facets, too many good things it offers
whatever the years, I always have time for good
yet to embrace those sulky moments is a shame
for all good things moments, will stand your name.

not puzzling

he bluffs with disdain, no traces of scruples
lies at will, no perspiration, pulse, no telling
manipulates like smooth talk, no smiles with eyes
flowing this way, not being pricked even once..

is there no voice telling him right against wrong
or no moral to listen to voice, beastly thinking
he swears when he wants, maligns with truth
nothing hurting to others, selfish without blinking.

neither pious nor an atheist, not compassionate either
no holds barred, gets what he wants, never a tether
does beneficial things to himself, no one else exist for him
atrocious in his aims, crushing everyone alike in competition..

birds, booze, food.. all treated alike and fast for pleasure
loves straight skin or folded paper, but not chained ever to them
is he a maniac, gosh what is he? there’s no confining circle
no fear of impressions, no complex, brutal in all he has got.

intrepid of the dark, not a hiccup, treads the un-treaded path
no humility, vain for his credits, no interest in credit stealing
vociferous when needed, notorious most times..
no bad moments, no destiny crap, just things in his hands.

no unchartered villainy, wily by default, so so indifferent
no categorization, runs down the opposite sex, no qualms
is that a man to fear? is that one to be distant, who knows
what drives him, blatant so, right/wrong why, one of its kind..

missing moments

I was floating in her comfortable kiln, nice
out of the matrix, I stared at strange eyes;
pampered so much, point of discontent,
sent away every day, changing study moment.

small:

I saw my hair cut going the way looking good
blank moments, and not what I expected to see;
similar to it, apple it is at every incident I see
the moments miss, much different under the hood.

normal:

as friends we whistled, what better than that,
missed the moments when it superseded itself,
kid I was all the while, infinite space and liberty
this instant, I am not to be anything like that.

alive with all veins powered, magic possessed,
magic imparted, missing moments in the womb;
a switch years later, they mourn at my remains,
magic faded, again in moments, and the tomb.

for every time, destined for a small great change,
it tricks the conscience and the mind, to freeze
else, the mind will figure out the intertwined maze,
but the uncertainty and ignorant blink, needs us.

I used to be vigilant every second, much
but it offered me just noticeable cliché
it spiked when I was not, unseen moments
I gave up, now I un-touch the missing moments.