Somewhere fate and fault crossed,
And it landed him in her path.
He never used a map again.

Swayed.
So easily swayed by your words.
Like a leaf against a gush of wind.
I’ll ride your words wherever they take me.

Rooted.
So firmly rooted in your thoughts.
Like the grip of an elder-tree to the ground.
Your thoughts are all that the world is perceived by me.

Flight.
Soaring high in your creativity.
Like a bird out of view up in the wandering blue.
You’ll design my world in all its glory and gore.

Hurt.
So painfully hurt by your silence.
Like no feeling that can be described.
You’ll **** me beautifully with just your silence.

A witchers walk,
On the sleepless hollow,
I did bring to you.
On a long dark trail,
In the middle of the night,
When you thought me done and through.

A simple spell,
In a simpler way,
I did cast on you.
The word for which,
No mortal can sing,
Without a pensive groove.

LOVE is simply,
A wonderful thing,
Like bees and bears and schools.
LOVE is simply,
An immaculate thing,
Like a coroners sheet and tools.

LOVE flowers,
In a meadow of despair,
Everytime I see you.
LOVE flows,
Like a poisoned Sake
That insanity sees through.

So in my spell,
Forever you'll stay,
Eternity will pass through.
In a glance,
Without your will,
I'll forever be with you.

Let's be reckless, selfish and all around greedy.
Let's hold the world hostage to our whims and fancies.
Let's be fanatically in love and unabashedly lustful.
Let's do all that in life makes us seem disrespectful.
Let's throw a party like the Fitzgeralds.
From money stolen from working class *******.
Let's be the villains in someone's boring love story.
Let's redefine love to a psychotic new level.

And somewhere he knew,
The villain was him just in different shoes.

We circle around in our heads,
In an infinite loop,
Between love and sadness and happiness and hate.
Like a clock with no hours,
Just seconds ticking by,
To nowhere, to no time.
Just the rhythmic,
Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock.
Time holds no value,
To a man who's got no place to be.

The amber light,
In the darkened room.
A silhouette,
Of me and you.

As two dark shadows,
Synchronize,
In a dance of passion,
While the bodies lie.

The heated room,
Has come alive,
As the lovers swim,
Into the night divine.

The bodies shiver,
Into a tighter hug,
As the shadows quiver,
With the waltz of love.

Passion they say,
Never sleeps,
Love they know,
Is forever on its feet.

These two lovers,
Will never know,
As their bodies tire,
The souls never slow.

A man got lost in the thick of the city,
A forest of people or the walking trees,
He wandered around, for hours and days,
Yet couldn't find the moss to guide his ways.

He looked up at the stars,
Looking for direction,
But all he saw,
Was the light of delusion.

Our man was no hero,
Nor a person of the people.
He knew what he learned,
Through his own deductions.

No signboards guiding,
No hotspots lighting,
Just a lost sense of direction,
The type that leads to conclusion.

And through these lost days,
Did our anti-hero find,
His unpaved road,
His route home.

As she walked away, down the street, the sun caught his eyes and for that blinding moment in the yellow haze he knew he was looking at the silhouette of an angel.

He stood there, oblivious to time.
Looking, without really seeing, watching the world pass on by.

What had it been?
A minute?
An hour?
Time was a concept lost to him.
And he preferred it that way.

It was the sweetest form of bitter parting there ever could be.
And that killed him.
There was a paucity of words.
There was no need for any.
For the best conversations are often had without words.

Memories flooded his mind.
He pushed them back.
But she pushed harder.

His walk faltered as he steadied himself.
He needed a cigarette.
He had quit smoking for her.
She hated the smell of smoke.
He smiled as he remembered the face she made when she caught him stealing a drag in the corridor.

He looked up, where had he reached?
He didn't care, he needed to walk.
He couldn't stop.
He had to run away from it all.
But who can run from their own thoughts
The thought of living in a world without her.
The thought of waking up every morning without the smile on his face for the conversations ahead.
The thought of never being with her again.

Haunted is the soul of the man,
Who's tasted love but then has lost.

They give us books,
To make us smarter.
They feed us beer,
To dumb us back up.

They send us to schools,
To train us for society.
They then sponsor concerts,
All about anarchy.

They sell us lies,
Through all our senses.
And tell us to fight capitalism,
With all our heart.

They feed us fear,
Through hollow patriotism.
And tell us to love,
And let the world live.

A child is born,
With perfect clarity.
Yet confusion grows,
Through the voice of uncertainty.

The seeds to which,
Are sown from its first word.
As we become,
Products of dispersion.

An angel and devil,
Sitting on each shoulder.
Giving suggestions,
No one asked for.

So who is it implementing,
This perfect destruction?
The chicken or the egg,
Who had begun this?

The sun took a bow,
As the moon took the stage.
The crowd began to thin,
As she thought,
'Always the understudy,
Never the star'.

Prolific love,
you brought to me.
Through your heart,
you made me bleed.

Our love is old,
but our like so new.
This simple heart,
knows not what to do.

I needed you,
but you were not there.
Alas you found,
your sweet escape.

And here I sit,
broken in two.
But alone it is,
Just for you.

While playing hopscotch in the rain,
And evading puddly terrains,
A lava lake did appear,
That needed to be cleared.

With spewing monsters of soot,
The princess waited for you.
And through the mucky ways,
You make a grand escape.

Only to be taken over,
By a deep craves you couldn't cover.
The monsters won this round,
But only till the next rainfall of imagination does fall down.

I lost too many games to you,
I lost my heart in our last feud.
I lost a bit more that shimmering night,
I lost my friend in a battle of likes.

That one girl,
Stole both our hearts.
A pretty minx,
Who called us apart.

The string was thin,
Atleast for me.
I could only,
Find defeat.

The game was yours,
To begin with.
I was there,
To fit your win.

The girl was yours,
From the word said go.
But I was lost,
In that to and fro.

I repent my sin,
To your holy grace.
As I walk out,
With no face.

A lifeless lover,
Alone in dreams.
Who tried to discover,
What true love means.

The fault was mine,
To spark the skew.
Which left us here,
In the moment of truth.

But know this still,
I love you more.
You are my brother,
Forever long.

As much beauty,
In her shadows,
As in her light,
New York hides nothing.

There truly is no magic,
As the magic,
Of walking down Broadway at 2am
And feeling like it's 4 in the afternoon.

It ***** you in,
And draws your breath away.
The city's a siren,
Ever luring, ever lovely.

You can lose you heart,
To New York and in New York.
But rest be sure,
She will break you,
Before she loves you.

So hold your breath,
And do as always done.
Make that promise,
The eternal vow,
More powerful than any I do,
And say, 'till we meet again'.
For it's never a goodbye.

'Twas the night before Christmas,
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse;

Now cut to an Agency,
(It makes for a great shot too)
Where men scurry around,
(There could be mice too).

Joy through the world,
Blares loud on a speaker,
Along with abuses,
Thrown at a receiver.

For here we save lives,
That's exactly what we do.
For imagine if for once,
No one told you what to do.

Turkey and Ham,
Warm bowls of stew,
Are what we are selling,
And we've got Santa too.

Wish you a Merry Christmas,
And a great New Year,
Is what we will be saying,
As we churn a brief or two.

Hi.
I saw you sitting there,
Alone and confused.
You're new here,
Aren't you?

Let me help you,
I'll show you around.
I'll be your friend.
Hey, I'm having some friends over,
Why don't you come?

Hi.
How've you been?
We've been meeting so often,
I feel foolish even asking this.
Let's go for a movie,
Just you and I?
I'll pick you up by 8.

Hi.
Last night was fun,
Let's do it again?
Are you going to the party tonight?
You are!
See you there.

Hi,
Where'd you disappear last night?
Ooh really?
And you stayed at his place?
Oh. Well hope you had fun.

Hi,
Sorry I've been so aloof,
A lot happening at work.
Hope you're doing well?
So, how's the guy from the party?
Really? You broke up? Hope you're fine?

Hi,
Want to grab a drink tonight?
Ooh. You're going out with friends?
Sure, some other time.

Hi,
I know you're busy.
But I have to say this,
It's been stewing in me for far too long.
I love you.
I've loved you since the day I saw you wrapped in your stole sitting in the corner.
I've loved the nonsensical 3am calls.
I've loved hearing about your plans and problems and dishing out at friends and lovers alike.
I've always loved you!

Hi,
.......
.......
.......

Bye.

The turn of the page,
Revealed your photograph.
Words defined,
What the camera couldn't catch.

Through a prayer,
I saw your face,
And that was rather funny,
Cause a religious man,
I am not,
I don't believe in the holy beast.

I heard your name,
In a long sung Hymn,
It sounded rather sweet.
But that is odd,
Cause my sweet lord,
A Psalm I can't perceive.

The holy wine,
Caused me to dial,
You at your hour of sleep.
But then again,
It's the strangest thing,
Because only tea's what I fancy.

The lord speaks,
To me in tongues,
About your great beauty.
And the strangest bit,
Is God's my trick,
My favorite devilish feat.

So here’s me,
In with a new concept of love.
Not one with a woman, girl or being.
But with a concept new altogeather.

We are victems of circumstance,
Of situations and places.
While you kiss her,
I kiss the sky.

A meteor shower,
Yes, bullets in the sky.
Our hearts align,
You and I, Me, Us.

I have never been short of words,
Until they were snatched away from me.
Like tongs on the stove,
With a fist full of marshmallows.

I loved you more then her,
But I loved you only because of her.
The lost souls,
Within this black hole.

Just another page in her story,
He knew his chapter would soon end.
The reader would glance,
And then it was done.

He was there to help,
Build the larger story.
To lift her to her crescendo,
The supporting character,
That never made it as a hero.

But love isn't a fairytale,
People come and go.
Their stories once written,
Can never be forgotten.

They just bleed,
To a hidden world below.
The unheard secret coves,
Meant only for those lovers.

I miss the monster under my bed,
My confidant, my best friend.
I miss the loud tapping on the floor,
The banging doors in an empty home.

I miss the peaceful sleep,
In the haunted home,
Where curtains moved,
Without the help of the wind.

I miss the fear of senseless things,
The haunting beats that made me sing.
I miss the irrational fears and frights,
The ghosts in sheets that I seek to find.

For now my fears don't go away,
With just the cover of the sheets.
The beasts are real and hauntingly so,
They dare to even call you on the phone.

They live on mails and in machines,
Manifesting into unrealistic realities.
In timelines and deadlines and charts of sorts,
The monsters sometimes take human forms.

They sympathise and empathise,
And sometimes even shed a tear.
They tell you how to live your life,
And **** you with every word.

I miss the monster under my bed,
My confidant, my best friend.

We woke together,
That stranger night.
Amongst the stars and showers,
Of bright gleaming light.

A wisps' dream,
I'm sure it was.
But you were with me,
Beyond that I didn't care more.

We flew through the clouds,
Amongst the fish with wings.
Have you ever seen a salmon,
Floating in the wind?

The hues of the rainbow,
Did kiss our skin bright.
It's taste sweeter than,
An apple pie.

And from it we did borrow,
Our flavourful lips.
So that when I kiss you,
Angles do weep.

Through lightning and thunder,
Did we find our way.
Like Peter and Wendy,
In their younger days.

The sky was ours,
To do as we pleased.
Like rover on mars,
But just you and me.

And between our adventure,
I suddenly did wake.
To you lying next to me,
As the dream faded away.

To a reality so perfect,
I didn't need the sky.
For here back on earth,
It's still you and I.

Forgive me
You've heard it enough.
Forgive me
Said more often than love.
Forgive me
Has lost its charm.
Forgive me
Your patience is done.

Forgive me
I've taken you for a ride
Forgive me
Our life's become mine.
Forgive me
For the promises I broke.
Forgive me
For ******* your soul.

Forgive me
For making you part of the crowd
Forgive me
For all the lost phone calls
Forgive me
For the insecurities that I create
Forgive me
For my cowardice ways.

Forgive me
That cacophonic chant.
Forgive me
You can't hear it anymore.
Forgive me
Love has lost it's hold
Forgive me
You said as you walked out the door.

With every page turn,
He lay more sure,
That she was indeed,
His favourite parable.

The more he mused,
At her great bind.
The closer he found,
Himself by love's side.

But he did haste,
And seal his fate.
With a book without words,
Like a blind man's tale.

A pretty book,
Judged by its cover.
Left no content,
For him to discover.

The unknown faces,
It's always the unknown faces.
I'm petrified to say hi,
What would they think.

Who am I?
Really, who am I?
I've known me for 30 years,
But I'm surprised everytime I meet myself.

Now I've known you,
The melancholy of us.
We were perfectly depressed,
But happy together is unknown.

Who are you?
I've seen you so often.
You were my shoulder,
And I yours, but who are we now?

Dry eyed I don't really know you,
Hi I'm happy.
I've known you,
But I'd love to really meet you.

Words flow simple,
Without a thought.
When you're in love,
And she's far beyond.

But the closer she gets,
The harder it seems.
To be the same love,
That made you lose sleep.

Nights filled with wonder,
Are now spent with her.
The nearer she gets,
The further you disappear.

Infatuatingly frightful,
Infuriatingly close.
Her love deems you mindless,
Wondering what went wrong.

For everything is right,
But the world seems hazed.
A misty might,
A question in the glaze.

We were the orange tree,
Amongst the green leaves.
We were the ugly duckling,
In a pond full of white ducks.

We were bitter espresso,
In a cafe of caramel lattes.
We were the violin,
At an EDM concert.

We were different,
We were unique.
We were happily depressed,
In a world driven by happiness.

We were forever in love,
With an expiry date.
We were mentors of life,
When neither wanted to live.

We were always meant to die,
To become a better you and I.
We were always meant to be different,
When the world was looking for the same.

It would always be,
As it was intended to be.
A bittersweet good-bye,
Onto the next phase of life.

I'm living under water,
Breathing my last breath,
I'm in a perpetual state of bardo,
My existence between life and death.

Alcohol isn't numbing,
I look for a harder fix,
I need to remember,
What a heartbeat feels like.

I look at self destruction,
The immolation of my soul,
As the sweetest form of poetry,
My symphony number 4.

I'm floating somewhere high,
Or is it down below?
Days and nights seem to fly,
Time has lost its hold.

Existentiality is fleeting,
Insomnia feels like a rabbit hole,
The falling lasts forever,
The end is invitingly close.

Voices seem to echo,
Faces seem to blur,
People melt into one another,
Is there someone knocking at the door?

The scabs seem to be growing,
Yet I don't remember getting hurt,
I scratch at nothing,
Is that where my skin was?

There's a battle every morning,
And as evening comes to a close,
I wonder if I've won this round,
Or lost the war of my world.

I'm diving into darkness,
Swimming to glint below,
But is that the stairway to heaven,
Or Hades final call.

The words so sharp,
They're cold and deep.
In your heart,
I thought you'd keep.

Those few words,
Are yours alone.
Please don't sing,
This broken song.

I flew with you,
To such great heights.
But alone I fall,
The ground in sight.

I hear your laugh,
So shrill and loud.
You broke me up,
Without remorse.

Now I walk,
In defeat.
Those few words,
Still haunting me.

A story read,
A thousand times.
Yet every word is new.

The bookmark placed,
In perfect grace.
Leading me to you.

The night was young,
So very young.
The moon bashfully peeped,
From the clouds above.
Still unsure,
If it was her cue,
In what was the longest,
Play in history.

We sat on the roof,
Or was it a veranda?
A whisky in our hand.
The cool white drops,
like silver tears,
The type you're not sure,
Are of joy or pain.
Usually a bit of both.

As I took a sip,
You talked to no one in particular,
About nothing in particular.
Laughing at a joke,
Which only you got.
But I laugh along,
Just to see your smile,
Widen a little more.

A drizzle fills,
Our emptying glass.
Longing for more,
Poisonous lust.

As the bottle drowns,
All our sorrows.
The rain covers us,
To forget tomorrow.

As you grow quit,
And look up above.
The night grows silent,
An exasperated pause.

You sigh and whisper,
A loneful night.
You get up and leave,
Me with the night.

My eyes they follow,
Your every step.
And leave for them,
Nothing but a silhouette.

Goodnight my darling, dearest friend,
As i follow you down.
But to a different end.

The sea is but a reflection of the sky, the sky thus sees only the sea.
For truer love is hard to find, than these two lovers that never meet.

A thought that beats,
To the rhythm of my feet.
Let her go, let her go, let her go.

A jealous heart,
Trapped in the part,
Let her go, let her go, let her go.

A novice soul,
Found love so cold,
Let her go, let her go, let her go.

So hear me speak,
For truth I preach,
Let her go, let her go, let her go.

Dearest mother,
I have a complaint,
You've ruined me forever,
With your decadent trends.

While I was a child,
I wanted what others got,
A cacophony of words,
In the form of popular songs.

Instead I got tunes,
Which I hated quite a bit,
Like some guy named Cohen,
Singing about a coat.

You gave me the Beatles,
And the moody blues,
When all I wanted then,
Were Vengaboy's tunes.

I suffered through a myriad,
Of nonsensical words,
Sung by some fellow,
Who called himself Scatman John.

It was truly awful mother,
Having to hear,
Some old country blues,
Through the mouth of Kenny Rogers.

You gave me a group of guys,
Who called themselves Queen,
What a weird thing to do,
When all I wanted was Emenem.

I heard of starry nights,
In the tune of Don McLean,
You even gave odd sounds,
Through some group call Floyd.

Now look what you've done,
Through this selfish act,
You made me fall in love with words,
And inspired me to write.

Dearest mother,
I have a complaint,
You've ruined me forever,
With your elegant trends.

Boohoo, Boohoo,
Weeps the self pitying fool,
A heartfelt cry, cried every night,
The world he feels is too cruel.

Boohoo, Boohoo,
The gods have been untrue,
A prayer sung right, is to reap great heights,
Yes the pious man lays unswooned.

Boohoo, Boohoo,
He sings this merry tune,
He sings to the world, hoping someone will hear,
And tell him he'll grow to.

Boohoo, Boohoo,
The melancholy seeps through,
His world spins around, all upside down,
Yet unchanged he continues.

Boohoo, Boohoo,
The weeping man's a fool,
He lost it all, his girl and consorts,
This man is failure come to.

I tried that little lie,
Called living,
I tried the fallacy,
Of caring.

I tried to build,
A life alive,
I tried to see how,
People got high.

But all I found was,
Pain worth dimming.
All I found was,
Graves worth digging.

A smile that beckons,
A simple Hi.
A look so longing,
It makes you sigh.

But that I suppose,
Is a part of the feeling.
The simple step,
To being human

You'll be my greatest friend,
And I my worst enemy.

Together we'll rule my heart,
Or destroy it in it's entirety

Lets talk,
Through words,
And words alone.

No silent likes,
Nor hopeful sighs.
No playful hints,
Of shifting eyes.

Try a hi,
Hello.
Let's dance tonight,
Even the weather would do.

When did we lose,
Our perfect chaos.
To wishing people,
Would read our blogs.

Love is loosing,
In the battle of life.
Instead we're discovering,
A new social might.

Forgive me for praying,
For old school ways.
Of love at first sight,
Towards beauty, words can't define.

So switch off that smart phone,
And look back at the shimmer.
Love pays it's dues,
To all those who deliver.

Sips like salve,
To soothe the soul,
This liquid life,
Into me is borne.

The elixir of life,
Is a funny thing,
Bitter to taste,
To calm the bitterness within.

A concubine,
It shares my life,
Free will, I fear,
Is a lost device.

In it's love,
Wars were sold
In it's love,
I battle once more.

This tall dark beast,
Is my price for life,
The sin of gluteny,
In my cup of coffee lies.

Look down my child,
At this world below.
It's made for you,
A toy, a home.

I've filled it with colour,
With joys and grimes.
With curious creatures,
And weather alike.

It's vast and deep,
And it's even got sheep.
Though I'm not fond of the name,
It sounds kind of lame.

So I'll give you choice,
And plenty of noise.
Free will and likes,
To help you do right.

Don't fret my child,
For you wouldn't be alone.
I'll make you more,
With more of you.

And just for the flavour,
I'll even give you colour.
But all of them,
Would be all of you.
Not one different,
Except just in hue.

Now sleep my child,
And dream of pretty things.
Like Beatles and Music,
And all that you'll build.

And when you awaken,
You'll feel kind of lone.
But remember you're everywhere,
And here you'll always find a home.

I've been told to write happier posts,
Of gleaming sheep and daffodils.
So hear me sing of all things good,
Like the colour green and picking toads.

But the happiest bit that I can find,
Is the mortal state of our lonesome life.
The bright light at the end of the tunnel,
The gift of death and end to sorrows.

So when the world ends,
Is it okay if I cry?
Is it okay if I'm less man,
Is it okay if I don't abide?

So when the world ends,
And we're just you and I,
Can I tell you I love you,
Without the fear of society's ire?

So when the world ends,
Can I shed a tear?
Can I cry unlike men,
Can I miss you forever more?

So when the world ends,
Can I finally say goodbye?
Can this be the final answer,
To what beyond the universe lies.

The moon looked down in envy,
As the sun shone with all his might,
To try and match the beauty,
That radiated from her smile.

Perilously, pensively yet properly,
The good morning text left my phone,
Another day, another world of unhappiness,
The blue planet is taking itself too literally.

So sad, so sad is probably the happiest song I've heard in a while,
There's something to be said about mixing depressing lyrics with happy beats.
Like cherry flavored poison served as an Apéritif.

The sharp and blinding pain unlike any physical hurt, made to feel like a cadaver on a dissection table. It is getting hard to breath, the air seems to escape my lungs quicker than I can inhale.

Each morning, a painful wake filled with hopes and expectations shattered by the everyday diffidence of existence. Unread. Still. Unheard. His voice keeps falling to deaf ears.

Pain has become beautiful through poetry, through painting, through sculptures. But there is no beauty in this fear. There is no beauty in lost hope and lost love. Where is she?

An hour in a second. The clockstopper ruins my sleep. The insomniac and I are best friends. We talk about god as the devil's favorite white coat. I'm living lives death cannot seem to find. I beckon him, pleading yet the road lies undiscovered. There is darkness that even Hades fires cannot light.

I get up and pull on the face that I stole. I feel its alcohol ridden stench. It feels odd as I practice a smile within it. It seems familiar, I've seen it since birth. But its not mine. It belonged to a happier man.

A silent song,
A darkening hold,
A passageway to defeat.

I found it all,
In a deep dark soul,
With the name of Aphrodite.

But 'hush she whispered'. He's under your bed. Say goodbye now, for he's forever dead.

Past all that noise,
Silence found a way back home,
Through passive souls, and lovers lost,
Quiet had found a muse in being alone.

Death's the prettiest form of love,
Eternal, quiet and forever alone.

No doubt still lingers, no unsure thoughts,
No insecurities of the skin or ****** flaws.

The warming embrace of death's cold hands,
Like the running of blood on the thick of the scalp.

The reaper's love is equally shared,
Between the prettiest madden and the toad faced fille de joie.

It's the eternal lure, the poet's device,
To ensure the pit stays, full of life. (metaphorically)

The silence is binding, and temptingly so,
For love is purest without any words.

The propensity of life's indigence leaves you to ravish in its small prosperities leading to the question where does it all stop?

Is our entire life a battle between the two with an improbable nay an impossible outcome of one beating the other?

I suppose the best one can do is to cash out when the cards are hot.

But doesn't it all seem so futile, essentially what have we done different from the 7.3 billion other parasites all clawing there way to something unknown? What are we fighting, crying and dying for?

Do we even know? Why do we even bother smiling when we know the next minute we're going to bawl?

Isn't the nefarious elation and depression just an elongated version of a manic depressive. So why is one considered a taboo and a disease while the other called life?