Moonlit door open slowly
For I fear my words can be heard
By the frog in the pond;
Moonlit night crippled by silence
I hear that to someone
I am a joke to my own conscience;
The sullen woods within
Give me the secret keys
To enter another world
Where the forgotten constant
Rises from the grave
After centuries of buried wisdom
The light shines upon this misplaced soul!
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
If a song can have power over you
Enough to control the rhythm of your heart
What may one say of the composer?
Who when immersed in the art
Commands the spirits to closure
Is he real enough to feel
The power when awake?
Is he deceptive enough to conceal
The grip of a bygone state?
Revel in the magic till it lasts
Even if for a while at any rate!
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 10:44 AM UTC
Hunger for power
On fast track to disorder
Takes all to black holes!
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
Wisdom sleeps in peace
Till time’s pandemonium
Wakes up life’s drama!
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
The Pigeon outside
Resists your open windows
Not your open mind.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 10:36 AM UTC
You may see yourself
But never in the mirror
Will you face the truth!
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 10:33 AM UTC
Gaze of emerald
Overlooks this troubled world
Exposing its pain
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
Desire for the new
Brought a crack on my window
The tables trembled like shaken ego.
The parasite of thought
Called to me as I forbade
Its unworldly ways,
For if I let the creeper in
I would be taken away
From earth’s narrow landscape!
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 10:30 AM UTC
I don’t have to be with you just to say I’m sorry
You really don’t need me to be with you just to make you merry;
If you only knew what I had gone through ‘girl’ to be with you
We would have been each to each genuine and true.
Now with the days and nights gone by
Like passers-by in the naked sky
You may call out someone’s name as though in earnest appeal
But I am not the one to come back to in case you wish to reveal
Wounds of a broken heart you should have thought it’s the same with me,
You don’t have to be with me just to say you’re sorry,
I really don’t need you to be with me just to make me merry,
I have my numbers and my rhymes to give me company.
I thought if you only knew what I had gone through to be with you
We would have been each to each genuine and true
But how it looks like I might be wrong about your true colours
As with the rough seasons infatuation withers like distressed flowers,
If you wish to ***** with someone more stylish and flashy
Please remember you are free to do so it’s his money!
You may call out his name as though in earnest appeal
But I am not the one to come back to in case you wish to reveal
Wounds of false confidence to think
You should have thought it through with me.
We don’t need to be together just to say we’re sorry
We don’t really need each other ‘girl’ to make merry
I have my numbers and my rhymes to give me company
To preserve my peace of mind I cannot afford another felony
To have you once again just to say you’re sorry.
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC
Child of the unknown
Beware of the lion’s den
Before you think you’re alone
Note so are all wise men.
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC