Surreal

Last night I met you

In my dream world

There you told me

How you met him

About your romance

How the initial

Affinity led more

Till you parted

But came back

Cycle continued

And now my world

Comes to a perfect

Circle of actions and

Their consequences

I’m free now from you

Freedom needs courage

I was happier warped in

Memories and daydreams

Maybe someday you might

Remember and come back

But that return can't be

Pleasant at all, It’ll mean

You’ve broken beyond

What I’ve had become

There’s no turning back

The pieces are slowly

Fitting together now

But the picture formed

Doesn’t have me at all

It’s your new romance

Time and space pushes

Me now to take a step

Beyond from the story

Reality doesn’t need me
Surreal now beckons

Ablaze

Wish I had written
All poetry on paper
Then I'd have set it
Ablaze, see it burn

Hundreds of pages
Fanned by the wind
Embers flying up
Ashes falling down

All lost and wiped
From face of earth
There'd be nothing
Left for me to grasp

And soul trapped
Within a rib cage
Would finally fly
And never return

Contrast

Poetry is useless
Poetry is creepy
Mundane things
Made too weepy

Poetry is great
Wings to soul
Introspection
Truth behold

Poetry is madness
Poetry calls death
Take things gone
All the heartbreak

Poetry is sublime
Poetry is abstract
Poetry is nothing
Poetry everything

Suppose

Suppose 
Nothing happened
I was only a bit lost
Regained my path
And found back life

Suppose
There's no pollution
Earth has a disease
With million years
It'll be back normal

Suppose
I met you again
After many years
I found inner power
You beautiful as ever

Suppose
The ocean waves
Blue green forever
Your hand in mine
A beautiful zephyr

Lines behind lines

One might wonder 
Why I write like this
Contradictory ideas
And so vague notions

But my poetry is just me
It's all that's true in me
In my real life I'm lousy
I have sold myself totally

There's a job, but its a job
Parents are my parents
Friends are like friends
But that's all they are

Poetry is my commune
With my inner true self
Its my only meditation
And it's foggy reflection

Rest of me, most of me
Is feeble, vain, affected
I just live like I'm dead
Struggling for morsels

P.S. I love you

P.S. I love you

Though my english

Is actually quite bad

Many grammar/spelling

Mistakes I keep making

P.S. I love you

Though I always

Mess up everything

I eat too much

And I am so fat

P.S. I love you

Though I never ever

Finish work on time

Unaccomplished

I'll always remain

P.S. I love you

Though you never

Liked me and find

Comfort in someone

Else's eager arms

P.S. I love you

Though I know

I'm ugly and bad

And you'll never

Even look back

P.S. I love you

Though I'm crazy

There's no doubt

But it's also fine

I am what I am

Inhospitable

I don't know how

I landed upon this

Distant planet red

And inhospitable

Not a drop of water

What remains frozen

The sky is scarlet hue

Raging furious storms

When my ship crashed

I never ever can recall

I survived, breathing

Through toxic fumes

Connection was lost

With mission control

And no one guessed

That I was still alive

But its also bit true

In a way I had died

The red planet then

Nurtured me back

Nothing to live upon

But in ethereal plane

You can absorb from

Pure madness within

I spend my days now

Climbing jagged rocks

Finding narrow caves

Sheltered from storms

Peaking discordant realms

Red planet sings my songs

Its topography is nothing

But what I draw on ground

The crimson sky and hills

Form my infinite canvas

Slowly the planet I merge

Until the sun swallows all