I try so hard to hold onto a past
that's already let me go.

Wait; don’t pull the sheets, just yet
Give me a moment to breathe, to let the last tear fall
A broken heart still lies on an unmade bed

Let the smoke clear of the red stained cigarette
It’s funny, how even in daylight, a whisper darkens all
Wait; don’t pull the sheets, just yet

What is love, if not an exciting game of roulette?
Time played its hand; better place a bet, fate now holds the ball
A broken heart still lies on an unmade bed

To be fair, it wasn’t all blood, tears and sweat
Who was the winner who was the loser? It was far too close to call
Wait; don’t pull the sheets, just yet

Tell me, would I be easy, to write off as a love lost; to forget
Or do you, like me, spend sleepless nights, for a late night phone call
A broken heart still lies on an unmade bed

Don’t close your eyes, there isn’t much to regret
I’m not ready yet, to release my breath; for the curtain call
Wait; don’t pull the sheets, just yet
A broken heart still lies on an unmade bed

-പ്രിയാന്ഷി ദാസ്‌

The ocean
Endless
Sprawling
Wide
In it
Plenty
Live
And die
Waves
Curling
Crash
And swirl
Tossing
Driftwood
In a whirl
Green
Blue
White
And black
Colours
Blending
Changing
Track
Living
Breathing
Swelling
Growing
Without
An end
Always
Knowing
The ocean
Endless
Sprawling
Wide
Its secrets
Hidden
Deep inside

(C) Pixievic 2016

Swollen eyes and hallowed cries
Gaze upon the city streets.
Crooked lies, no alibis,
For every fate we meet.

We turn away, little to say.
Waste not our dying breath
But it's the way we live today
For its all that we have left.

The total score of 1984,
We fall victim to the lie.
Strive not for more cause we adore,
All which will make us die.

So in a row, away we go
Ready to be sold.
And we'll never reap what we truly sow.
For our dreams perish with the old.

Katie sleeps alone
   her clothes are a Dolly-mixture
   riot of colour
on the bedroom floor
   pictures from years past
   splashed slipshod
on the walls  
   a medley of static flashes
   there’s half a glass
of a cloudy liquid nearby
   and her glasses
   decked in fingerprints
reflect morning light


Katie rolls over
   with eyes barely open
   as her phone spews out
a generic pop song
   and she groans
   and her hair
is a cream detonation
   on the pillow
   her mother is calling
Katie is running
   or rather snoozing late
   this is how it is she thinks
this is what I have become

So simple
So sadistic.
Satirical and
Sad.

A storm of emotions it
Seems I'm going mad.

Every thought of me about you

Feels like am no far from you

It's just a distance

And not a barrier

My smile reaches you like a sunshine

My breathe reaches you like a wind

My tears reaches you like a rain

My words reaches you like a rhythm

Am physically far but by heart am always

with you

perhaps it is the weather
a prolonged absence of the sun
or presence of the winter cold
or just a temporary fashion

the media as well as many webbéd sites
simply abound with dreary blather
     of lovers lost and death so cold
     the lonesomeness of every single soul
     and how s/he suffers when s/he writes
spelled out at length with no discretion

we know that people suffer from depression
or unquenchable anger at the world
and how through proper treatments
you can considerably relieve the pain

fix them in words is one of them
    but may not be enough
sometimes a mix of pills and pen
may do the trick and help you
    write yourself through your misty prison walls
    discover unlocked doors hidden in plain sight
    step out into the sunshine
        from the darkest night

you are the sun
    whose radiance illuminates the world
    lends brilliance to your life
    sheds light on everything you’ve done

and soon you’ll notice
even the weather is getting bether …

Concept: There is so much noise around but I am in my own small world and it is blissfully quiet. No one's words can touch me here.