Prithee, tell me
do your words express joy,
Or are just a lid
to the repressed sad within?
If so,
then where do you hide your demons?
Where does in your gentle, sweet mind
such horror lives?
Do you wish
that with each drop of ink that falls from your pen,
that with each word written that has its own tale,
your darkness drips away.
Tell me, tell me
that you dream, that you hope
that the Odyssey ends
and you come home
to peace.
Just tell me
You wont lost hope
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 1:10 PM UTC
Sometimes
Some Images
Remind me of you.
A lake. A prayer.
Soft glow of violet, ethereal.
Soft land beneath our feet,
a lustful calling, sweeter greed.
Warm campfire in a blanket of cold.
A speck of hell under a starless sky.
Two hearts fluttering uneasily.
Sparks,
as you bless my palm with a dandelion.
Eternal promise of love.
A playground. Old sunken swings.
A boat of moonlight in it's wings.
Pitched laughter, the creaking of swingboard.
Your hands in mine. Serenity galore.
Christmas trees, laden with lights.
Merry songs. Gifts and sights.
Bliss turns into panic. You cough out blood.
A strange fear
Lingers in the air.
A hospital room. Cold and bright.
A machine with curves beeping fast.
Your hand in mine. Slumped body on bed.
You close your eyes in my arms.
Silence.
Death came at last.
Sometimes
Some Images
Remind me of
an incomplete love.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 3:17 AM UTC
All my life i asked:
How can you unlove someone?
Truth came from the angel of death:
You can't.
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 3:53 PM UTC
Come ye ruthless winds
Carry me atop your sleeve
Serenade me
Let me
Kiss the yellow daisies in the field
And see them flail in bliss
While their sweet fragrance
Seeps in my breathe.
Possess the verdure and bamboo trees
Play with their mellow fronds
As they breathe upon the world
And give life to thee.
Roll with the clouds
In the glassy blue sky
Subtle and smooth
Pine in their grief
Until they burst upon my brow
Saccharine tears
Emboldened in seven colours askew
Making the sky a portrait
As i breathe in the rainbow
Gusts of freedom.
Fly upon the calm arcane ocean
Wondering the wonders of it's depth
It's never-ending soul
A heavenly parade
As i forgot the troubles of land
For a while.
O ye majestic winds
Steal me from my reality
Hark! Make me your reality
So i shall taste nature
the intoxicating
Soul of the
World.
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 11:34 PM UTC
*How beautiful would you be
If you see your soul reflected
In the mirror*
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 4:06 PM UTC
I climbed slowly,
slowly on the mount of aspirations,
On succint savoury dreams,
As i see the success peaking from thousand miles above.
I grip the cold stone
tighter, harder,
My passion,
my hardwork,
As i swiftly float
from the ground.
Snowy
zephyrs
of laze and evil,
Reign against me,
trying to break my hold.
Yet the fire of my
determination,
Still burns
within.
My thick woolen
coat hugs me tight,
My faith, my values,
Protecting me from
the blizzards of
jealousy, vile,
As i wind
my way
upwards.
A glance
backwards,
And the horrid past knocks
on the veins of my sullen heart,
Yet this soul will give up
no more.
The weary body,
driven by heraculous force,
through the steep slopes of time,
Against enormous storms and stints,
With an armour of patience,
Finds itself on dome of
success.
Ah!
fleeting
moments
of unscathed bliss,
Enamour for success,
And it's sweet sweet honey.
That slowly melts in my heart,
On top of the mountain,
Where everything is
freezing.
From
the top,
the hardwork,
the giant path looks small,
As the heart prepares to climb,
Another mountain.
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
She was made of Pearls
*Her skin a delicate graft
of Sapphire
Soul sophisticated emeralds
A most valuable treasure
in the world
He lit a fire in her heart
Bright flames Burning bright
Enough to burn galaxies
And reduce mountains to ash
A passion so masochistic
A desire so strong
Obsessive
It consumed her
Yet*
She was made of Pearls
*And all he wanted was
To dig treasure
And so he did
Carved the delicate sapphires
from her skin
Where deep Scars remain
Like giant pebbles in a river
Stole the precious emeralds
from her soul
As he broke her heart with his
soft spoken lies
Yet*
She was made of Pearls
*And he got none
He was a red herring
Which soon drifted away
She thrifted in the Pain of love
A black fantasy, a black hole
That punched a void in her chest
And rendered her heart stale
Yet*
She was made of Pearls
*And the pearls fell in her tears
And weaved down all the oceans
Until she was no more
Now he looks for her pearls
In the oysters of the oceans
More valuable than*
Her
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 4:28 PM UTC
His skin weaved in the golden sand,
Shone under the sun of his motherland.
Hair a tangled meshwork of thread,
Reminiscent of the nets his father spread.
He had no toys but crystals and shells,
that he collected onshore in lonely spells.
His food, the raw salty fish,
Swiftly with skill that he gut and dished.
He goes and lays down in wet sand,
the spirit of which he loves to no end.
He sings to the mermaids and in mud he rolls,
and the sea laughs with him in breaking shoals.
He is made of blood but ocean too,
he knows no music but woosh woosh woosh.
He wishes to marry a girl of the sea,
who'll dwell with him in his fantasy.
He turns his head and closes his ears,
while people run away from the ocean in fear.
Destruction and death loom ahead,
The blue ocean rises violently filling the town with dread.
Like a heavenly curse it fells on the town,
crushes and sweeps like the tragedy bound.
With his holy hand it avenges it's kin,
and his water that was treated as nothing but bin.
It tears every home away from it's root,
just like how the humans did its fish loot.
And squeezes the life out of the fishermen,
that feast on the dead of his homeland.
It starves and suffocates many men,
who made him breathless with oil spills time and again.
Like a storm it rages and plunders.
In minutes, wrecks havoc on the land and rips it asunder.
It gradually descends back to it's nest,
Satisfied with the curse it did impress.
The next day a body lay on the shore.
Like a coffin did it mud wore.
As people looked on it, they could not help but chant;
***The Child of the Ocean lies strangled in its waters,
We feed things love and they destroy us and slaughter.***
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 9:05 AM UTC
My pen weeps;
*It weeps everyday,
upon the rugged pages of my diary.
A rainbow of tears.*
The blue ink sets free
*Dark shadows
Looming in my soul.
Deep;
Amidst the hollow wasteland of my thoughts.
They take me
To the nooks and crevices
Of my past.
A yesterday,
So beautiful, So far away,
Yet*
unreal.
The red ink,
*It paints;
Swollen memories,
That refuse to
Let go of my grasp.
Buried deep within
Yet*
alive.
And Indigo;
*That sketches,
The abysmal dreams.
That scar my mind,
When the world Is snoring,
In it's beauty sleep.
As i slowly slip,
Into a wilderness.
A madness,
Exhausting
Yet*
Infinite.
My words;
*Rain upon the blank pages,
With a ink
so melancholic,
It seems like the tears,
Would never dry off.
Yet*
they do.
*Just like the colours
In my life.
Slipping away,
into pages.*
*How the cage
of my body,
Confines a heart;*
Suffocated
Starved
*That sings like a canary,
Woeful ballads Of freedom.
That begs to stretch,
It's wings.
And taste the dew
Of morning,
Lying upon the half awake
Bud.
A charming
melody,
it weeps everyday.*
Just like my p e n.
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 6:11 PM UTC
Haven of saints
A divine harbinger of peace
The calm in storms
Thunderstorm that quiesce
The rose bud that blooms
Birthing beauty; a tender hearted soul
Yet thorny too
It's fate unfolds
A discovery of one's inner soul
Under the veil of noise
Exploration of thoughtful creation
In isolation and poise
A journey to self esteem
Much needed hence preach
We all are belittled by life
And need solitude to love ourselves
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 12:51 PM UTC