City that Never Sleeps

I thought of completing this poem but i never will!

Last Poem. But wasn't able to Refrain from publishing it.

I'm on my way to better days! 

No pessimistic poems now onwards . 

Frame a disengaged place

none to worry you,none to worry about

every drop of rotgut will please.

Penthos will be summoned,

You can ask to clarify,

His comeuppance will be decided.

We can build a city of our own.

Other's yearning to enter

We won't allow twinge seekers.

We'll buil a city of our own

City that never sleeps,

A place that never blubbers.

I'll never walk back the boulivard to home,

Home is nothing but an illusion of joy.

Let's collectively burn our dreams.

Let's plant new seeds.

New dreams to live,

No mistakes repeated.

We'll live a life again,

New battles to fight again.

And this all will take place,

In the City that never sleeps,

A place that never blubbers.

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The Poet

Obsess me with anything.

don't leave me to grieve.

for what has been done.

don't leave me to write,

My story.

For this world is a stage of drama,

No characters fake,scenes unscripted.

Audienced by everyone but you.

Cry with tears,they call you weak!

Do it with words, they'll call u poet.

I'm not ruined yet,

Its still not over!

I still write little lame,

My life isn't a full game,yet.

I'll burn my past to ashes,

I won't acknowledge clashes,

Its Darkest before dawn,

My morning is on its way,

Trapped in the shadow.

Lost in the echoes.

I'll wait for it,

I won't cry.Because,

Cry with tears,they call you weak!

Do it with words, they'll call u poet

I swear,

Nothing else matters but you,

You are the crux.

But,Its not just you

I'm moving away, from  all

close to me!

Surrender yourself to me! 

It Hardly matters now

Strangers acknowledge me better now,

acquaintances don't intrest me.

Ask me to fight,I'll battle to loose!

Cry with tears,they call you weak!

Do it with words, they'll call u poet

I'm in a long sleep.

wake me up!

oh wait! let me dream.

I'm bemused. Why endure?

Why loose hope? Either!

Let this canvass go on,

Let this pen carry on.

Cry with tears,they call you weak!

Do it with words, they'll call u poet

I'm a poet I guess.

The Man Who Sold His Dream

LET'S meet again, the way we want to.

lets travel again, the road we wish to.

for i have nothing left, i could dream about

i dream of having a dream,someday

yearning to fulfill it,everyday

I'm the man who sold his dream.

You're the one who bought it.

we'll start from the very begining.

I'll think of a reason, to survive.

Well, I'll at least,Pretend.

Show me the way to restart.

Tell me its Impossible.

I have all the reasons to love you.

You have a lot to hate me

Coz I'm the man who sold his dream

but you're the one who bought it.

we have our options.

You  have a reason to smile

I'll find mine to mourn.

your soul is illuminated

My heart is crepuscule.

We can never meet.

Wish we could.

Why would you want to encounter me?

Coz I'm the man who sold his dream

but you're the one who bought it.

You definetly are fine, My past.

You have lived ur age, N left me in gloom.

You were a glorious time, I used to be alive then.

Breathing ain't living,

Sobbing ain't mourning.

I'll remember you ,But you won't.

Coz I'm the man who sold his dream

but you're the one who bought it.