City

I've heard a lot of this place so blue
and more than that I see lot new.
The power is huge and speed astounding
with pouring more in the city is still young,
there's more of throw and good people around,
and fun is more than just that sound.
The time is no keep as things don't shut,
I wake so keen on the new day's lust,
the lust for money, the lust for passion,
the lust to break free and more to have fun.
Your thoughts end here,
but the pace doesn't,
there's thousand new smears with your hands in here
that make you up man, but never does appear.

The roads don't speak and neither do the people,
they mind you here but still you are welcome here.
The passion lacks confidence and and thoughts lack words,
the windows are all tinted, with no hope to elope.
Ideas need light but not only for drama,
meanings change with letters and I speak more than
say, there's lot to explore for every path you lay.
I discover more than ever a place, no words
could I find so apt and true
that will help me complete it true. 

Kid

Its sunny in the morning, but cold in the air,
the water falls down with all its flare
trickling on the rocks and
through the grass in green
falling onto the train and striking in my eyes.
The notorious is now happy to make fun of else,
for he is the one who makes us, just so different from else.

I am too small again to decide the efforts of people,
that rise from the rye and now shine to the ocher.
Smallest from their world, can make a lot to swirl,
I love swirling pasta that's rolling on my fork, wit
a hint of cream and garlic and hundreds of flakes to explore.
I love the way the country gives a new life to my world,
the cities are too crowded and that is the fun of all.
The people make this place, its taste and the
smells, for more and more to indulge in all that sells.
All places I've been are fun and filled with people
of all, but love the most one place,
right when I was small.

I listen to the world

In the wain of sun, I was told my work
to know the known,
to find my way in the world unknown.
The ways made are simple
and guides you in good.
but if you protest,
the guards are really rude.
As the system is strong in its place, with no differences allowed
to fill in the vacancies in place.

and I know my love, my life.
I love to be there, learn from
the man so old, hear his time and
appreciate it, live a little more
in the time so gone to fund myself
for the coming one.
I love to learn, I love to be with
with all things here, the machines,
the tapping on the keyboards,
the walking of the feet, the air-conditioners are so noisy
in the place where I don't talk nor thee, the phones are just earthquakes here
as they ring to the fading sounds, the water slips down and
the power is sound,  I want to ask their life so aghast,
the situations and their walking so fast.
I hear the music they play,
the way they talk.

I hear so much, all the world's
talking to me, except few men.
and I want to do some more, a
little of my time
is so countless, to bind myself to me
and thus the universe. 

and more

and waiting for that to come
to make my life out of fun.
I want to  love and play and fight
and more to run in bright sun light,
and jump up from the Eiffel tower,
so I touch the moon and get back home.

I love those books that are so
childish, I love the world of the
so small ants, I love to eat at the busiest roads
and smoking lanes of the old towns known.
I wish to run from old Lahore
to Moscow and then back to Hyderabad
via old markets selling fish and spices,
from Istanbul, Kabul and returning from Fez
I love old pictures for they truly freeze the time,
but paintings are young, that I could breathe
and live in their rooms and eat even after centuries
they have been painted.

I love the grass in morning
barefoot and the man singing his heart
in the mosque for us to know that we
are looked by the world's supreme
his greening leaves and our
dark hair for all is his
that I see and more
that I all day stare.