With every turn of the page,
A new story was told.
The book was almost as interesting,
As the anecdotes of the hands it passed through.

A painted blue,
Above our eyes.
With a patch of hue,
Of Grey and White.

The perfect green,
With no brown spots,
Lies at our feet,
As we lay down.

A perfect lay,
On that perfect day.
And it all seemed dull,
In comparison to your gaze.

Your eyes so bright,
That stars shine mild.
Your smile so wide,
Tribulation did hide.

A man be so lucky,
To have you by his side,
Can hold no grudge,
For perfection he did find.

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

A scratch from the thorn,
Of the ****** rose,
The price of love,
Isn't measured in gold.

An escape from the labyrinth,
Of lovers forgot,
Loneliness is release,
When death comes from the heart.

Pretty pots,
Perfectly poised,
Pose pretentiously.
Planning plots,
Previously pulled,
Paradoxically.

Pretty pots,
Put pepper plants,
Purposefully.
Planting pain,
Punishing plan,
Premeditatedly.

Pretty pots,
People's pox,
Planetary perceived.
Plotting plots,
Pretty pots,
Perniciously.

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 seem to be reading,
Words. Woes.

I seem to be breathing.
Inhale. Exhale.

I seem to be walking.
Left. Right.

I seem to be living.
Wake. Sleep.

I seem to be living....

I want to be living.
I'm fading.

Cold hands.
Cadavers all around.
We're zombies,
Pushing daises.

Monotony kills us all,
We try to find excitement in the mundane.

Yawn,
Is it morning already?
Did we sleep?

Wake. Eat. Drive.
Work.
We're machines pretending to think.

Alive only in words,
In love only in practice.
We're plants potted.
Pensive.

Always in pain.
Always...
Alone.

Hear that heart,
The dark heart.
The one that beats,
To its own tunes.

Feel that soul,
The cold soul,
The one that hides,
Behind shadows.

Smell that fear,
That rancid fear,
The one that claws,
And never gives.

See that reflection,
The unknown reflection,
The one you refuse to,
acknowledge.

On the final mile,
To the road back home,
You will find,
The prettiest ghosts.

We are in a rush,
An eternal race towards loneliness,
We strive to fight and find ways,
To distance the world around us,
The deafening scream from the shadows,
That becomes the white noise of conversation.

We are the melancholy melody of love in hate,
We are the sirens of youth,
Inflicting metaphorical slashes all over our wrist,
In the hope that our own conscience can hear us again,
That we can find those conversations in our heads,
We had lost a long time ago,
In another life or was it to another life?
Are we real? Or a personality to fit in the perception of reality.
So why are we in a rush?

Goodnight she whispered,
As she went to bed,
Good morning he yawned,
As dawn did break.

He nudged her awake,
With breakfast in bed,
He showered her with love,
She was all he needed.

She thanked the stars,
That shone so bright,
Oddly enough,
In the noon day light.

She walked with him,
To wherever she liked,
There was no hurry,
Time was on their side.

But up ahead,
In the distance she saw,
Sandman waited,
To escort her home.

And with a sigh,
She kissed him sweet,
It was his time to lie,
As life called her in beats.

The dream was over,
The bed was lonesome,
A few more hours,
Till she became more wholesome.

And as she walked,
To mundane life chores,
A star above,
For no astrological reason shone.

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

As it goes,
In the words of the old,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

The life of a student,
Is a myriad of problems,
Laundry without quarters,
Tide pods no longer have offers,
Missed the last bus for the night,
So had to walk the two and a half miles,
But all is forgiven, because tonight we sing,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

Exam pressure's got you down,
Lack of jobs making you frown,
Too many events to remember,
Even your calendar's out of colours,
Don't freight, don't frown, just sing this all day long,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

Down to the last dollar,
Got no date to the winter formal,
Your taste in music is being called out,
Your last tie snapped as you tried to pull it off,
Remember the words, they're hard to forget,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

There in the silence,
I heard our favourite song,
The one we played in our last days,
As our breath fogged up the phone.

Silent words are not just an oxymoron,
They're a belief in conversations not yet had,
The poetic voices that otherwise never get a voice,
The unsung songs that match the raindrop's beat.

Silent words are more than just unsung lores,
They're the march of a new generation,
Ready to challenge convention and beat its own path,
They're the tomorrow we dreamed of brought to life,
Just not yet spoke.

Silent words are more than just amorous songs,
They're an undiscovered passion aching from the heart,
The fight you're ready to fight even if it takes you down,
They're the cove of emotions which lay undiscovered,
Just not yet disclosed.

Silent words are more than just un-walked roads,
They're the offbeat paths aching for discovery,
The side of the compass that's got no name,
The walkway through the stars in the bright morning light,
Just not yet paved.

Silent words are more than just thoughts,
They're the undisturbed beauty found only in silence,
Through boredom without distractions,
They're dreams in the daytime with eyes wide open.

Silent words are louder than any of those spoken.

When you are your own worst enemy, you become your only friend.
You live through people, but don't exist yourself.
You butter your bread through hours of toil, but so does a mule.
You lose yourself to thoughts in conversations and lose your conversations to sudden thoughts.
You're the oxymoron that lives and breathes.
You're the contradiction that never succeeds.
But for all your flaws and all their hate,
You're unique, a star that never fades.

As they wiped away the last drop of blood, they thanked the lord for giving them the strength to rid the world of such an abomination as a daughter.

Up above, a smile crossed his face as he added another two to his list. God was the Devil's greatest creation.

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.

That yellow flower sprouts afar,
On this cold winter's day,
The inspired sight and colour bright,
Spring seems to be at bay.

She hops along, this cobbled walk,
In a pretty yellow beret.
The world her muse, she seems infused,
The Robin marking spring's way.

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 caught you,
In a glance.
Between chapters,
Between words.

I read you,
But couldn't really read you.
I found you,
But couldn't really see you.

You came just in time,
To save his life,
For the protagonist,
Had found defeat.

The author's charm,
To destroy it all,
So that you would,
Build it up again.

And now the narrative,
Had found it's muse.
The pages wrote themselves.
The Writer had nothing to do,
But watch it all unfold.

The happy ever after,
Was pages away.
All thanks to you,
The girl in the storybook,
Who made his world complete.

Love in bloom,
Like a passionate spring,
Will eventually meet it's fall.

All we can do,
Is hope summer lasts,
Before winter takes it all.

Talk.
Thoughts that fill giant spheres,
With words of kind,
Trying to relay, ever so unsuccessfully our deepest *feel.

Feel.
The act of accidently brushing,
Into someone in the metro train,
And looking into their eyes thereby feeling hopelessly and forever lost.

Lost.
The pair of keys,
On another, 'most important day of your life',
Thereby running to the train,
As you overslept again,
Because the night before,
You lay lost in thoughts.

Thoughts,
Of what you would say,
If you looked your one true love in her eyes.
Of words that wouldn't sound like gibberish,
That if used right,
Would allow you to talk.

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.

I craved no sin on that tempest night, but the Algeas had their way. And hold me not accountable now, for the god of grief's ways.

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.

Babbling brook bickers,
The silent lake is asleep,
Judge depth not by voice.

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.

Five.
Excitements rise,
As we say goodbye,
The world seems smaller,
Distances can't divide.

Four.
We speak our hearts,
As words seem sharp,
But conversations flow,
As thoughts never let us drift apart.

Three.
Booming voices
At both ends,
A cacophony of noises,
Trying to push thoughts in.

Two.
Silence creeps,
As words disappear,
Comfort seeks,
To agree with each other.

One.
We once were,
Now what we can never be,
We once loved,
Now we barley breath.

Zero.
Our world is naught,
We don't know one another,
We'll be a dream,
That once created a world unlike any other.

Five.
We're perfect strangers,
Like imaginary friends,
Who've outgrown each other.
Yet our silhouette exists,
As nothing more than,
A faded perfume,
On your favourite shirt,
That you'll discard soon.

A little pebble,
Left on the road,
A butterfly flapping,
It's wings alone,
A pubescent dream,
Of a new home,
The smallest things,
Cause the largest storms.

Alone in a fantasy,
Together in hope,
A sheet of paper,
Adorned on my wall,
The scribble of words,
All which seem to be from Rome
Your words like a card,
Poetic and a sonnet ode,
Now read no more,
Than Hallmark's banal prose.

Your three dot symphony,
Made time go slow,
The wait for each letter,
A vivid dream alone,
Saved only by,
The swing of your sword,
A princess on a stead,
Who saved the lonesome ghost.

Memories are demons,
That offer  hope,
Their deafening silence,
Played in every song,
They echo reflections,
Of a time long lost,
They serve as headstones,
To the death of love.

Twas the night I saw a ghost,
A morbid little peace of hope.
He did his dance, he said his words,
He knew however, None his worth.

He haunted till the early morn,
The dreams of dreamers,
Their lives unscorned.

He knew not why
or what he did,
Just the job
was a burden of his.

He walked alone,
Through the crowd,
He drank alone,
In company.

From house to home,
From world to wide.
His journey the same,
The passengers alight.

His life so real,
His dreams untrue.
His bowed endower,
Didn't mean much to you.

But when you did,
See his sliver.
He was gone,
A hope, a Quiver.

A light too lost,
To your darkness still.
A prayer unanswered,
The hopeless kin.

Unto the somber night we go,
March right into the golden dawn,
Sleepless as the army of dead,
Yet wide awake in our purposeful steps.

A soldier cold, lost and alone,
I know my mission, it's all I know,
I'll find the elixir, day, night or noon,
I'll find a reason to live without you.

I march towards the morning sun,
Just behind it's golden embers doth love run,
I'll march a little day by day,
I'll march till the sun runs away.

And with every step I will get closer,
Even if it only takes till forever,
I'll march a little closer to you,
I'll march away from the world so blue.

Our looks may differ,
Our names may change,
But our hearts will be together,
In this world or the next.

Clique clique,
The white shone bright,
The politest of no's,
We don't accept you tonight.

Day's of hope,
They told us we could,
Make right a world gone wrong.
They say no, but their vote does go,
To the right they believe in now.

The smiles are haunting,
The people daunting,
Do we breathe the same air?

Our words are common,
Once they're spoken,
Yet you believe we'll never be there.

Polite and political,
Your medals shine,
It's a world just made for you.
Our thoughts unwanted,
Bills are glowing,
Right in front of you.

There's nothing wrong,
Yet nothing right,
And that is scary too.
It's the middle ground.
Not black and white,
That often gets you blue.

Those living amongst us are often quite dead.
A conundrum of listlessness in the monotony of human affairs.

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.

You see that moon,
It's ours to conquer.
Through mystic battles,
With creatures undiscovered.

You'll swing the sword,
I'll pull the bow.
And together we'll find,
The stairway of gold.

So armor on,
And look up at the night,
While we may not be together,
We've got the moon in our eyes.

The old wives tale,
Taught of the power of love,
Breathe a word,
Enchant it with lust.

Say it aloud,
A million times,
Death will be powerless,
In front of its might.

So we the fools,
So smitten by us,
Believed our destiny,
Was together as one,
A shining star that lit the night,
And pointed north to the sailors in flight.

We said it, we sang it, we even danced,
We prayed aloud to Aphrodite's love,
We believed our forever, was forever ours,
Eternity, always, was a minute apart.

But beauty is haunting,
In Dolos's backyard,
The god of trickery,
Has made words his art.

Love in hate,
And hate in lust,
Together is painful,
Yet so is staying apart.

Forgiveness repeated,
Repeated faux pas,
In passion we yielded,
We yielded our passion for us.

Those words were planted,
Etched forever in our hearts,
As our souls crafted,
An escape plan without us.

What the future may hold,
For us without you,
In a sailing ship above,
We'll always be two.

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

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

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

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?

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.

Your hair fell in streams of black,
Against your naked body.
Covering only your bare back,
I'd never seen such beauty.

The bones on your cheeks,
Held a smile so true.
Your eyes so wide,
That I dreamed through you.

I'd paint you a picture,
If words wouldn't do,
I'd bring you your desires,
And walk through flames for you.

I'd stay with you longer,
Than life would care to do.
In this life or another,
I'd always be there for you.

So hold my hand,
And catch my heart,
As I take the leap,
This deep dive fall.

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'.

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.

Tick, he pulled out his car.
Tock, his wheelbarrow wouldn't go far.

Tick, his phone battery was dead.
Tock, another lost bed.

Tick, Armani or guess?
Tock, food or medicine?

Tick, another drunken night.
Tock, the body pile grew high.

Tick, his coffee grew cold.
Tock, three drops or four.

Tick, born at 11:30.
Tock, born at 11:31.

As we walked down,
The valley of despair.
We found the prettiest,
Flowers blooming their.

Loneliness is love,
To an unfilled soul.
Passion is lust,
To a hopeless sod.

The siren's song,
Like pollen flows.
Calling us over,
To an unwanted forever.

Words on paper,
Kept out in the rain.
This love is forever,
Stuck together with tape.

Colours shine bright,
Blinding us in the belief,
That hope will come tomorrow,
But the sun never sets below our knees.

Hope lies alluring,
Like a rainbow in the sky,
Pretty from a distance,
Disappearing from our sight.

We take this step,
One last time.
Walking in together,
Into the great divide.

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.

Before I became a son,
Before I became a brother,
Before I became a boyfriend,
I became a citizen.

A member of this glorious republic,
A brethren of a religious majority,
A student of an ideology far beyond my understanding,
A disciple of the right way.

A cacophony of wisdom,
Unwanted yet gained.
The more I learned,
The less I understood.

The rights and wrongs,
Like Upanishads and Vedas,
My role was set,
Through religion and gender.

But as the giants spoke,
Like gospels their truth,
It was the voice of the unheard,
That in me grew.

Even today,
I don't always know right from wrong,
Yet I'm taught by my betters,
That giants always fall.

My sister, my mother,
My better half together,
Guide me, direct me,
Ensure I don't slip through the large societal faults.

The world that we live in,
Is biased and grey.
But all it takes is a spark,
A voice to blow the dust away.

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.

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.