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 Sep 2013 HHT
Sound Of Rain
Broken
 Sep 2013 HHT
Sound Of Rain
Broken smiles, broken hearts
Broken dreams and broken jars.
All shattered into a million pieces,
Cut you with their jagged edges.

Smiles to show your beauty and glee,
Hearts given for safekeeping,
Dreams to keep you shooting out for,
And Jars to keep your cookies in.

Knowing it's wrong we fall again and again,
Tormenting ourselves with so much pain.
But with that same pain comes the happiness,
Just hard to forget at the end, when there's nothing else left.
 Sep 2013 HHT
Sound Of Rain
Sounds
 Sep 2013 HHT
Sound Of Rain
Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
The water drops make this sound;
At day time it's not as loud as it is,
At night time; mesmerizing.

With none by your side, all alone in bed;
Listening to the sounds.
Trying to understand everything, as you slowly slip away,
Into the unknown vastness of unconsciousness called "sleep."
Sound of rain at night. Beautiful.
 Sep 2013 HHT
Basko
Ma's words
 Sep 2013 HHT
Basko
Ma said, indifferently different
from the way she usually speaks
This time her lesson made amendments
into my consciousness, at its peak

"No, my little prince,
none shall accept you,
and no one will ever since
because that's what people do

"I am sorry too, my son
we dont come from a happy family
but we are not the only one
Yet we cant ever see
what it is to be happy
Because it is inevitable
that our lives have to be in gloom
When everything in spring is stable
its our bud that dies before it bloom

"They look at us, like outcasts
forget it that we were once royal
because just as how time pasts
it is not people that are loyal
but its our pride itself
which, with time
has died itself"
My Ma and i lived through hard times together, she is a single mother and my dad abandoned her a long time ago, these are her exact words, that i put in rhyme...she meant being raised with a single mother is hard...i now see why
 Sep 2013 HHT
Basko
The Nihilist
 Sep 2013 HHT
Basko
I didnt lose
i had nothing to
i didnt believe i would
because nothing seemed to
Nothing! believes in me

Be it the Belief of everything
except that i dont exist
and everything in midst
I stand, but they say
i dont see the right way
but tell them
that way doesnt exist

No! neither does your God
neither does the abode
in which you live
not the people you believe
None! None! None!
I am alone
But then again i am not
I am here to rot
Oh! but i am not!
I dont exist
I am ceased
Since i wasnt deceased

But i dont exist!
I dont exist!
 Aug 2013 HHT
Basko
He who came, on a weary road
saw little difference in life
of how it was before
and how it revolves in strife ,
but he couldn't perhaps be told
as for what he heard where whispers in his head
and things that were less lively, yet almost dead
He wasn't insane but sanity was absent
and it was winds that whispered to him in their
own soft accent
that in the language of life
but he couldn't hear it
he was deafened

His solitude was his prison
his dwelling, his vision
his presence in his own utopia
where he found himself alone
but to mess his expectations
came other souls
he wasn't there the only one
but there were others too along
who he shared his breath
there was compassion's warmth  
and deceit's wrath
and he was disturbed

He wouldn't want to be a label
where one's eyes would tag him
and a free life is a fable
in this world he lives which in grim
is much a pain to his time
Time is so limited yet just to live
in himself he wanted much to believe
but it was exploited
at heart, and retorted
by his own grimaces
because of the judging face
so he became dumb

Not a word heard, not a word said
walking on his own, living or dead
he walks step by step
still judged by many and by some
He is deafened, disturbed and dumb
The story of many good men i know
 Aug 2013 HHT
Basko
Life began in the universe, and
its maker made it grand
The garland of trees and flowers
were made together for each other
and so were humans too

The oceans were made to stay calm
and mix with each other
without a banter
as to who be strong
who be weak
who does hang along
and whose strength ******
and even in these peace came flood
which came to man's abode

But man was the same,
he too could stay calm,
and the next moment be alarm
and while ocean flooded waters
man flooded blood to the alters

And the maker made land,
for man to step
the maker gave humans the hand
to give and take, perhaps, cultivate
he hunted other made things,
but he never took a look down
there on the ground
and murdered the land
murdered each other
a brother killing another

And the maker, who made the universe so grand
sits up and maybe asks
Is it yet time for my wrath?
 Aug 2013 HHT
Basko
Smoke it up
 Aug 2013 HHT
Basko
Take a puff
smurf it up as it snuggles
the free air, it baffles
when smokes thick
blur grey, illusion its depicts

Surp it up
the wrath they scare you with
because life is a myth
are you living, or are breathing
are you awake or still sleeping
and in sober slumber
is this someone else's dream
are you the sum of a banter
of the inner war unseen?

Throw it out
and it goes so slow
and vanishes as it goes
and meets the air
everyone breathes
pain is shared, and none shall heed
that to your lifespan, there is no greed
you breath it,
you feel underneath it,
the canopy
is yet a mystery

Smoke it up
and see
the decree
and the flow
goes down so low
and dont tell them to stop
unless and until
you have smoked it all up
 Aug 2013 HHT
Basko
Mock me
 Aug 2013 HHT
Basko
Mock me,
bury my face to the ground
take my existence down
where you bury me
with my shame
and hate me hard, in my name

Mock me,
in a gloomy morning
and darker nights
in stormy brooding
stop this heart so hollow
and ease this sorrow

Mock me
and morality,
and my belongings they may die
because they sprung out of vile thoughts
where no action could be caught
vividly, or decisive

Mock me,
and **** every
bone you envy
or hate, devastate
it and make me so lonely
and dont hear my dark bellows
leave me be in these
frozen hollows
and let me sleep
and after that
Mock me no more
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