A pen cannot see the words of satire;
as I condemn the words that I disguise.
I'm a hypocrite of sorts,
penning down are lies,
I'm a liar.
Lying has been my job,
since I stopped trying.
I certify it with my pen,
(that) I lie & I like it,
I'm but a liar.
Rain has often faded my words;
ink pens are my speciality.
I'm in love with it.
Lies are now fading,
but,
I'm still a liar.
Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 5:07 PM UTC
I've seen the clouds, and the rain;
fear and sorrow drowned in pain.
Raining spears from a raining sky,
Please touch my eyes and say goodbye.
'O clouds of sorrow, clouds of pain,
wash me away oh mighty rain.
My telltale heart is wearing down;
wash me away, away to drown.
A mess of a life, a hectic ordeal;
I'm cold and numb, there's nothing I feel.
It's raining winter, in summer time.
My life is out of rhythmic rhyme.
Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 4:56 PM UTC
In the red light of desolation,
when loneliness seems less lonely;
in my crater of existence,
in my loud mind, a resonance
of lyrical thoughts,
are inking my world
with fading blots...
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 3:22 PM UTC
Sitting in my room,
i stare sharp at sky;
a mountain of dreams
i see, as clouds floating by.
Stars on the backdrop twinkle to me,
as a ray of hope in the darkness i see.
Passerby, moving figures,
are just a waste;
you'll loose your clouds
just by a glimpse in haste.
If lost, you still have time to learn;
next day, next night, your clouds will return..
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 3:16 PM UTC
Glimpses of the bygone days,
as the bygoners are now gone;
feeds up the memory lane,
where the future once did dawn.
For, life and living are both meaningless,
with the lives i lived with gone;
for guns n roses (together) ne’er prevails,
a blind eye of the human race.
Shadows of those caravan camps,
Haunt those blood red lands;
red roses crown the graves,
lost are those men as slaves.
Aimed for peace,
Aimed for love;
war killed thine aim.
Roses over graves,
Roses for love;
both are not the same.
With whom to share the victory marks?
friends, family, (too)many gone;
for guns and roses can ne’er cross roads,
as one uproots and the other sows.
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 3:09 PM UTC