"* I met her two years back in a park,
I swear it was she, who approached me first!
Don't know if it was an excuse or coincidence,
We were sitting opposite,
She basking in the sun, reading for fun...
I too reading... but with a seriousness too deep to notice nature...

Then she suddenly approaches me and says,
Hey!!* You are reading the same book as me,
I glanced up in surprise (or was it 'awe'?)...
and notice her holding up the same book,
Paulo Coelho's 11 minutes...
and I smiled but before I could say anything,
she squeaked, "Guess even you like books with **** things",
and I finally finding my senses, exclaimed...
"It's a Coelho Classic. **** things are better in real"
We became friends and met now and then,
but to cut things short...

One year later,
It was few days shy of august,
We were holding hands,
walking around the plaza,
when she suddenly drags me into a dark corner,
looks me into the eye
and then breaks into a tight hug,
She leaves me surprised with an intense kiss,
my mind dizzy, and we let go of eachother
as the city lights become dim...

Two years later,
I thought nothing could go wrong,
I was married to her and was working in a top post,
but destiny had thought something else for me,
I didn't know how things ended up like this...

I was on my knees,
and there were hundreds people running opposite of me,
Red and blue lights discoed in front of my eyes,
Sirens and announcements filled up my mind,
Only men dressed in black and blue came towards me,
They had shields and protective gears,
they had formed a circle around me.

My girl was crying about 300 meters away,
held up by these dressed men,
crying for me I guess.
I noticed that I was all wired up in a mess,
a machine tied to me ticking,
and I only sweating...

Two men with a toolbox ran towards me,
they were observing my torso,
No, maybe that ticking machine...

And all I could do was look at my crying girl,
and wonder if she would...
if she would, for the last time,
Hold me tightly... "

     -  © OutcastDreamer

.....................

" Soothe your burning soul...
Maybe talk to it, and hear it groan...
Are you listening with your second mind ON ??
It's whispering...

Are you in sync with your soul,
or is it tearing itself apart from you??
Do you see it getting anxious?
Trying to escape every moment?

Can you dare to ask it what's the problem
and be ready to face disappointment,
if silence is all you get in return??
Don't you understand it talks only in silence?
and now it has broken even that...
Are you listening hard enough?
It's whispering...

What do you see when you look into the mirror?
Do you see at times that your soul has taken place of your reflection?
What do you see.. in the mirror???
Do you see the puny devils, sitting on both sides of your shoulders?
Do you notice your poor angel's body hanging itself by braided ropes...
Ropes that are tied to your neck?

Do you see a morbid satisfaction on the dead angel's face...
and your soul looking at you with mocking gaze?
Do you hear your soul now?
It's whispering...!

Hush, Now!!!
My soul is asleep,
I have fed it with few lies...
Shown it a new possibility and adorned a new mask...

Hush, Now!!!
My soul is asleep,
With content etched over it's face,
And now I looking at it,
with mocking gaze!!

Ssshh!!!
I am not a freak!!
I am not creepy at all...
I have just heard my soul,
but alas a bit too late,
I heard it when it was crying!!

Do you feel your soul, yet?
It's trying to contact you!
In the darkness, through the mirrors...
In the silence, through the nightmares...

Do you feel it?
It's getting anxious...
It's trying to contact you,
Are you listening hard enough??


Alas...
It's Screaming... "

  © OutcastDreamer

"* Sometimes I wonder,
Why we humans drool over petty things,
Live in this world...
without knowing the cause of our own existence,
without knowing the roles that we adorn?  

I remember feeding an amusing thought of mine
as I was going to sleep,
laying on my bed and observing the ceiling fan...

What if the world we live in really doesn't exist,
what if we all are just an imagination,
just a thought
In the god's mind?

Maybe when he forgets one of us,
the curtain of life falls
and than we say that the person has demised??

Maybe when the so called*  Judgement Day...
shall falleth upon us,
all the good souls shall be given birth,
from god's imaginative world,
into a new Utopian world...
and all the remaining ones,
shall  be nothing more,
than lost memories...

Indeed a scary thought of mine,
but it certainly fed my curiosity "

         © OutcastDreamer

You only need your heart broken once
To be able to create a lifetime of poetry

// Not really a poem, just sharing my experience, I guess //

I really don't know,
How my dad found out about my poems,
Maybe he went through my files
and read most of the collections...

Going through my stuff is
something he has never done before,
but on reading my poems,
He said to me,
' To many broken-heart poems,
saying the same thing,
about the same person,
How long do you plan to
be this way, lost and messed up?? '
and I said to him,
' Dad you wouldn't understand '
Well he left me with that,
and he went to office and I to school,
but later in the evening,
he held out a box,
It contained a watch,
The brand name was Fastrack,
and the tagline went as, Move-On!...

I  made a poker face
and told him,
' I see what you did there dad...
your puns are more killer than my poems...  '
and he told me,
' Your poems are pieces of ****.
you are still young '
And I said again,
' You wouldn't understand, Dad...
Don't call them pieces of **** '
and then he interrupted me,
saying ' When I was your age....
and I won't tell what happened next,
just that with that classic line,
came in more puns...
but in the end, he told me -
" You are not the only one who has gone through all this **** "
and with an expression I would call rather weird,
he exclaimed...,
" Her lips tasted of wine,
and soft hazel were her eyes... "
but I interrupted him in between,
and went shouting,
" Mom, Mom!!!.... "
and he behind me,
screaming,
" Wait, You Hypocrite !! "