Shifting Sand Dunes

An elastic stretched too far 
Will loose its elasticity, breaking point 

But then, whats the alternative to give 
Somebody loses out even when all seems settled 

I have seen soft balls without trickery 
Suspend in the air levitating, whats the catch 

And rabbits in Alice's rabbit hole, sticks 
Digging their foot in, with carrot contest 

Is there a colour left to be picked 
When all three choices given have been used  

Do escape clauses still apply 
And against the small print, who wins 

Is the bitter sweet end, better 
Or a sweet bitter end, is there a difference 

I have seen the sand dunes 
Shift too many times to follow suit 

Yet to travel through the Sahara, to make it 
One has to know a few markers, spots 

Do not try to define me 
Such few markers stick like road maps 

I am like the sand dunes, I just realized 
I am still, shifting with the winds, forming 

An Obsession (1 of 3)

I have an obsession with the night 

It draws me in, like a feed 

Every night with transformation  

Oh, what mystery the nights holds 

From the earth to the heavens and beyond 

Darkness surrounds the blueness of  sky 

It leaves my defined ideation clouded in lost 

It says it all and says nothing at all  

Infecting my  mind to wonder madly 

Between  the safeness of dreams 

And nightmares haunt, that follows 

Surrealism conjures images and thoughts 

Insomnia would not excuse, as escape  

Invasion of thoughts that ponders wildly 

Orging with pleasure and of guilt and scare 

Drawn into hallucination with opened eyes wide 

Blearing borders of reality and dreams

Compelling with tacit, holding grounds at night 

I have an obsession with the night 
It wakes my primal being 
To tickle my senses 

The Third Dimension

I was born in parables,
Where the hour glass sits at dawn
The first Son of Gurjonbec
The day of my birth, was declared a holiday


My name forbidden to be used 
By any other in the Kingdom
For those that came before me
Had their names changed


Kings and Queens,
Came from far and near
Upon the announcement of my birth


Gifts were ushered on me
By the three wise men
And before my first birthday
I was made a ruler


Born an Emperor, the boy ruler Tutankhamen
Worshipped by Kings and Queens
Guided by Prince and Princess
Silk on cashmere to have as ordinary


It was a commanding rule
That I be kept happy at all times
With maiden ladies, with eyes of eagles


To ensure, my state of being
State of mind, always remained happy
A King's law, taboo to be broken




Trading Places, 
Flip of the hour glass, 
Changing guards 

Alternate reality in transition
Sounds from the distance, louder it got
Till my world as it was, came to be no more


Rags, Rats and Riddles
Of a worsening situation surrounds me
Stench, Dirt , Death and Brutality


Is the sea of ocean I swim in
Slowly as I drawn, begging awakening 
Still trying to make sense of surrealism 


If this was a dream, I  pray 
I did wake before I drawn
But which one to have been the dream


I ask,
Which of these two worlds is my reality
Trading places and alternate reality


Was this a dream on dream
Only to have woken up
In a third dimension


Where my world, reality is made 
From the intersection of two extremes   
Which of these, holds ground as my reality