Turning dark
Once a bright red
Now a bolder purple.
Slowly falling apart
Bit by bit.
A rose withering,
Petals falling,
Its beauty wasn't just in the red.
Still magnificent as such
Even when life has retired.

There by the window sill
Overlooking all of life yonder,
As the scent departs
And the thorns ***** harder.
One Saturday night
Someone's love expressed.
Embracing each other,
Its beauty beheld for a while
Lovers swaying across the room
Under the gaze of a fading essence.

Somewhere far away
A girl sits alone under an oak tree
Her lover never came.
"He loves me
He loves me not
He loves me
He loves me not..."

Tears fall
The barren land receives
Like a broken soul.
Cracks that line us,
Keeps us together.
We forget, and never forgive,
What is left of us
Is anything but lies.

Fire burns
In the heat I stand,
The flames, a part of who I am.
A disease, spreading
Shallow whimpering
Sickened by everything we are.
Greed, filth,
Pay no heed to the cries.

Ashes to dust
Our creed, we forgot.
Deal with the devil,
Sell our souls to the dark
Humans we are,
We forget our strives
In our imperfect world
*We build, rule and ruin lives.

As the wind tangled in the curls of Aphrodite's hair
Entwined as though, being apart means to speak blasphemy
As the waves rushing to kiss the shore
Urgent desires being locked up for too long.
As the breath of air, potent and needed
A gasp of life flowing into the veins.
As sinful as the first bite of the forbidden fruit
Seeking only enlightenment and truth.
That's how much I hate to see you go
That's how much I need you.
**Stay.

Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Chances are, its going to burn you bad.

Staring at the ceiling, painting dollars in your head
Can you move your limbs and actually make it happen before you're dead?

Turning tables, now the blame's on you
A deal with the devil, now your head is the price.

Call your gods, let them intercede for you
I like company, its pretty much a game for two

Dust your jacket, put on your finest piece of cloth.
Dont want to look shabby when you're invited for a dinner with that dude.

Deal the cards, let the money roll in,
You were a dead man, even before you were born.

Rattle your chains, let the noise be heard
This game is mine, I tell you all the rules.

I'm a little critical about life.
The ones I trusted
Where the ones to wield the knife.
I'm a little passive about friendships,
Cos they never seem to last.
I'm a little too pessimistic.
There were days
When the world was a little happier.
Now living isn't spontaneous
Like it's supposed to be.
Just a **** fight
To get to the *** of gold
And have that sip of wine.
I think I am my daddy's girl,
Remember how he asked me
Not to trust the world.
Coz sure as hell,
It's a cruel place, this one
Where the bureaucracy
Takes the throne.
Yes, I've seen better days.
But today
I happen to wake up
On the wrong side of the bed.

Of nights spent awake, blank pages, empty thoughts.
Of dreams misconstrued, eyes wide open, staring at the wall.
Fear holds me prisoner, silence grips me tighter.
Words were my ally, now they have failed me too.

Sundays spent in the dark, probing memories,
Pleading to be left untouched.
Of hurt and regret, my constant companions,
Once upon a time, helped me write songs for my broken heart.

Of the moon and the stars,
The serene night sky,
Back when I could serenade them endless,
Now I greet them with empty hands.

Of days when words spilled at the brim of my chalice,
Now parched and dry, soulless and wary.
Aye, my misgivings keep me company,
As I ironically write an ode to my writer's block.

Dear God,
I'm not asking for a miracle.
But I sure wouldn't mind one, either.
Yours sincerely,
*A Soul in Despair

Little do you know that these words
Can silence you,
Leave you questioning the ignorance
That you believe is true.
My reality is as real as yours.
So don't you dare pretend,
Everything happens behind closed doors.
This oppression I speak of,
And the rage I harbour,
Screaming from the bottom of a well.
The frustration and the sheer exhaustion, to be counted,
Begging to be heard.
There is a war,
You may not be aware of.
Pride and dignity stripped away,
On these unseen battle grounds.
You can chose to be blind,
But you cannot call me insane.
This is real,
And this is happening,
Whether you like it or not.

Beyond the walls that hold you in
Touch of crimson hue and stained with ink.
Write your story with your blood within,
Take a blade, and let the tale begin.

Down the lane, memories pretend,
Casting shadows, the mind cannot lend.
Let the lies be one with your self succinct,
Dreaming was always your dearest sin.

And as you take each step towards the door,
Rising fear, draws you back into recluse.
Stories, countless, but no courage to share,
A plea to take you back to the better days.

Let the pages be filled with pain and misery
Write it out now, let the ink run out with your story.
And with the last page, let the suffering be quenched
Step outside into the sun, let a new life begin.

As the sun climbs down to the foot of the mountain
And the light fades slowly to turn into nothing.

Rest your eyes, John, let your dreams come to life
Let her invade your thoughts and fill you with serenity.

Bask in this dreamscape where she will be your one
Out here in the real world, she's said her goodbye to the sun.

Down, beneath our feet, she has made peace with the earth
Passed onto another realm where she will remain to be your true love.

It was maybe just a whisper.
You and I,
Sitting by the window
And waiting for the sun to burn.
Watching as the wind blew steadily
And the leaves fell to the ground.
And this whisper,
As soft as it was inaudible
Became a voice.
Something distinct
Yet residing in the background.
The skies were turning grey
And there loomed this morbid
Atmosphere of unfortunate misery
Mingled with a sense of lost cause.
We sat by the window
Waiting for the sun to burn.
And this voice became louder
And no more singular.
It was no more a hallucination
But rather a collective conscience.
And our thoughts became one
Cradling our sense of union.
That flame we never blew out
Became the wildfire within us.
And now sitting by the window
Listening to the world sing its one song
Here I am, with you
No more in a blazing inferno
But a raging fire of change.

Caged in glass,
*Can you see thru to the other side?
Wake up, love, the sun shines
Let your dreamy eyes' gaze align.
Could you hear her scream at night?
Wretched Pandora gives no peace of mind.
But dont you cry, love, because after the rain
Comes the rainbow, no more fright.
You hang in there, beautiful
And I'll come before the sun kisses the ground.
I'll make my way into your fortress
And steal you away at night.
Pandora awakens,
But no spell of hers can keep us apart.
Don't you cry, love
This knight will not falter.
There's no wall too high,
Nor a sword too sharp.
No dream too impossible,
Or battles unbeatable.
Hang in there, love,
I'll be there,
*Before the sun kisses the ground.

He stares into empty space,
In his eyes, faces fade and die.
Darkness creeps from the corners of his mind,
Slowly losing self to time and tide.
Standing in the midst of chaos,
Charred remains of humanity clings on barely.
As the very foundation seems to crumble and fall,
Blood and dust
Fills the crevices of his heart.

He sits by the window,
Pale face,
Scared.
Outside,
Not even light finds way through the smog.
Bloodied knuckles and broken bones,
His small hands hold onto the remains of a burnt picture,
Smiling faces and sad eyes.
Afraid of the shadows,
Crimson dreams visit him at night.
He looks at the reflection in the window,
Watching as his sunken eyes brim with tears,
Wondering why they left him here alone.

As he lies down under the covers,
Trying to forget the gunshots and the screams
Echoing thru the night,
He wishes to never grow up,
Not here,
Not now,
Not when *hope is dead and gone.

What is that swirling darkness,
That velvety shroud of comfort?
Falling slowly into an abyss,
Devoid of all reality.
Let me lie here,
Let me slumber,
Maybe dissolve into this blackness.

This silence is music,
A lust, I cannot comprehend.
Let me rest,
No, let me wander.
A dreamland to discover,
A temple for my insanity.

Voices peak,
Noises from afar,
As a daunting fear settles in.
A bounding pulse, a throbbing ache,
As shadows begin to creep.
Please, let me dream,
Just let me be.
Here,
In this void,
In this realm,
There's no one who'll want to forget me.

When you have arrived at the farthest reaches of the horizon,
Where the sun light is entwined with the waves of your hair,
The sound of the ocean, as clear as
These pictures on the wall,
When the sand of time has worn you of your dreams
All that is left is but the whispers in the air,
That time, forgotten, you and I,
As we sat underneath a star lit sky.

And in this empty house,
All I see is shadows,
Of when everything we had or wanted,
Was each other.
How easily have we let our fingers slip past,
Our voices, we let them fade with the light.
Time never healed my scars,
Smiling through these tears,
Here I am,
Cold and alone.

Seasons have changed,
Storms have passed,
I hold onto a washed out picture,
Holding hands, dreaming of a tomorrow,
Bright eyes and smiles,
A sepia toned photograph,
Of a time bygone.
Yet, here I am,
In this empty house.

And all I want to remember,
Is that night,
Sitting with you,
Underneath the starlit sky.

Delirious,
What a convoluted world.
They turn love to pleasure
And strip it of its innocence.

Twisted,
This dry land of men.
Spewing words of foulness
Like toxic gas it dances away.

Hypocrisy,
Blind notions go a long way.
Dark men that hide in the night
Walk in packs and rob the daylight.

I'd rather be blind
To a world that's lost its way.
Children of men, beware,
Dont pass this baton of hurtful shame.
We wove a twisted fantasy of life,
The name says it all.
Stopping waging a useless war
Enough with these morbid schemes.
What this world needs
Is a ray of sunshine.

She saw herself in the mirror,
Took one glance and felt her world cave in.
Let her fingers glide on the smooth shine of the surface,
Feel the pain as she looks at what she has become.
Turn around and maybe never look back.
Take herself apart and start right from the start.
Fix all the broken pieces and put back the puzzle again
Lies and pretence, her soul can't bear the urge within.
In the dark she lies, holding herself together
And outside a storm rages thru the night.
Bit by bit, putting together herself
From what little she knew of the woman she was.
Maybe if she closed her eyes,
The light wouldn't burn right thru her soul.
Maybe if she imagined the most wonderful things.
Then maybe she won't feel the pain
As she burns down in flames tonight.

Will sweet dreams with the sourest links to you, be traced?
As unkind dreams, they come to haunt.
But shadows loom under the sky of a setting sun,
Will angels come as the walls fall down?
Death comes with a silent taunt
Sands of time, a mirage left intact in the world's eye.
Show me meaning, show me life,
With the dawn comes light,
So why does it feel like I can never wake up?

A solitary house stands steady against the howling winds deep in a long forgotten forest. A lonely figure sits inside, hunched over a book, with a pen in hand. Gently rocking to and fro, the mind pacing back and forth, her heart bleeds onto empty pages, scripting a story in a bright crimson hue, slowly taming every wayward thought.

With incessant scribbling, the rebel of a silent night, she tears into the paper with the strength of a lion's jaw. The organized chaos in her head, breaks out like sweat on a blank page. Take note, she dances ethereally between her web of words, lightly treading between fire and ice.

She purges herself in the deepest realms her words can take her to, traversing scapes of wary prose that barely sparks a fire, eloping from a conference of cluttered minds.

As I wake up to the voices that haunt me
I put on my armor and walk barefoot through fire
Throw myself at the enemy, see it weaken at my gaze
And let hell break loose within, as it paints chaos
With the bold shades of my blood.
I wake up to the sounds of cries strangling my throat,
Crimson hued nightmares rooting itself in my sleep.
Death adorns the form of a savage hunter
Weakened by its strength, I fall under its tide.
But, I stand up again and I walk into fire.
How else can I understand death if I cannot fight myself
And know what is deemed worthy of my every breath.
How else can I understand myself,
If I do not know why I truly am worth all this fight.

Has the darkness seeped into you
And set you alight like a wild fire?

Beneath all the smiles,
Past all the lies.

Does it ravage your soul
As the loneliness burns each part of you ?

Beneath this surface
A storm begins to brew.

*Have you dreamed so much
Only to find that life has lost its flavor?

A shadow grows within me
Whispers drive me mad.

Do you wish for second chances
Even if you know you'd do it wrong again?

As the wind begins to roll in
And the waters begin to flood.

Would you love someone with all your heart
And let yourself believe in it, despite the truth?

You'll find me in the corner,
A girl with a broken soul.

The year 1975, a cold January night of a pretentious age.
Midnight approaching as the music plays in the background,
Soft yet endearing, perfect for a man with a broken smile.
He sits there in his chair, drinking whisky from the bottle,
With a mind much too stagnant, entrapped, too afraid to wander off.
His thoughts, having already killed his heart whole,
As he awaits confirmation to move on to ****** his soul.
A classic jazz piece of the decade, the woman's voice crisp,
Clear enough to enslave him with the truth.
And truth kills, sharp as a knife waiting to stab,
But more of a hostage at gunpoint, begging to be shot.
The chills begin, one last gulp before he climbs up
And puts the noose around his neck.
His heart stops the exact moment, the record ceases to sing,
As if holding its breath, never to whisper its heart endearing chime.
That cold January night of the year 1975,
There was a broken record cursed to never play again,
Along with the body of a man with a broken smile.

I am the Wind
Chaotic, Dynamic,
But often the soft*  Breeze,
Gently treading,
Silently whispering,
*Creating ripples in the water.

.....Her body quaked from inside out.....

Trajectory set, object aimed,
Bullets slicing through the air.

Her eyes picking up a speck of light,
Heading her way, fierce and fast at sight.
Milliseconds counted, time runs ahead
No time to cry or catch her breath.
Her cortex incapable to process a thought,
Fight or flight, adrenal rush surging thru her veins.

Bullet strikes, bulls eye aim,
Right between the space
Where her soul finds no escape.
Searing impulses, noxious and stale,
Only to be silenced halfway.

See, I can smile
Like the sun only shines on me.
But with every wrinkle and every fold,
Every muscle that works to create this fallacy on my face,
It hurts more than the pain,
I try to keep hidden inside.

Look at those stars we claimed our own,
Picked them one by one and named them too.
Now as I look up to the sky at night
Tears, I try to hold back.
Fighting to make myself believe what you are..
Only a lie imprinted in the back of my mind,
Slowly fading into the dark.

I have learnt to forget memories,
The ones that hurt the most.
I have learnt to not look at a star
And wish that things could be bright.
I have stopped dreaming,
Knowing they don't help at night.
I have stopped waiting,
Because its time that deepens the scar.

When I'm picking up broken pieces,
Of a life that derailed when I lost you to time,
All that remains are your words,
Leaving me writhing in pain,
On endless dark nights.

Aren't we all hiding behind lies,
Stuck staring at the window pane.
Meaningless disparity lashing out within
A feud between the soul and the mind.
Washed out skin, colourless eyes
Most of the time, exhibiting tyranny.

Isn't it obvious, why we spent so much time
With our heads bowed down, on our knees,
Begging for mercy.
Even as the sirens go off inside our heads,
Distracted by all the fallacy.

What if we just stopped for a second,
Lift our eyes upto the skies?
Maybe wonder why there are so many stars,
Hung up so high.
Why do we try to find ways to look down and feel lost
When all we need is a little love, to give and behold.

Solitude refined,
It aches in the most hidden parts
Of my soul, untouched.

Love refrained,
It aches to know we can never be,
It hurts to know you were
Never meant for me.

Searching for purpose
Why do I seek for love when I know,
It is the one thing missing?

Purged in iniquity
I dont feel human anymore.
Overpowered in every way possible,
Fighting for breath.

These words I write,
These words I say,
Can you hear me cry the night away?

I'm trying to come through,
Calling out
To the air.
Needless to say,
I feel like I'm falling
Head first onto the ground.

And the wheels set into motion
*Somewhere, in an obscure world, she sat
Penning a story, lost in thought, fading away.

Waves breaking onto the shore
The silence nulled, ceasing to exist no more
The air scented with a salty mist,
Gradients, carrying a lost cry, into the night
Pushing past barriers, on and away.

On a park bench, lovers, sit and play
Dreamy eyes, and entwined soul
Lost in a promise that may never see the day
From the corner of the eye, a lonely girl
Pipe dreams and a broken heart,
Sits and watch as the game turns unfair.

Centuries old, woman on a rocking chair
Seen life, see no more, her eyes can't take the pain
Hands fall to the side, heavy breathing
Gasping for her last breath of air.

As the wheels turn, stories never ending...



Life- twists, turns and makes its way
Silent and beauteous, role plays changing,
**As the players take the centre stage.

On a ship back home,
These high sailing seas
Tear this weary soul of mine.
And the deafening roars of the gods,
Ascertained with every thunder that rocks.
With every wind that wails,
My heart longs,
To see the ends of these dark waters.
As the rising tides commune,
Fear drives me away,
*But hope guides me home.

He sat alone in a silent house,
The happiness, now a morbid wave of dark energy.
Her laughter, a memory, a fond one too
He cradles like a child in his palms.

A gust of wind finds its way into the den,
He shudders, not sure if it's the wind or the loneliness.
And in his heart, she filled the spaces,
Now a gaping hole, left to reminisce.

Her whispering echoes drifting in and out with the wind
All he wants is to have her back, her voice to be heard once again.
Life seems frightening without her by his side
And the bitterness of her absence leaves a wound in him, unhealed.

And locked away in a chest upstairs in the attic
Along with her books, glasses and gowns,
A box with golden engravings of her name, "Sarah",
A diamond outshines its brilliance, even in the starkness of the dark.

That day in Venice, amidst a busy market swarming with people,
He knelt down in front of her, and asked her to be his woman,
The music of love, playing a tune so remarkable
She couldn't hold back her tears of joy.

And when she smiled, he saw a million galaxies explode with oneness,
A joy inexplicable in terms of mere words or thoughts.
He knew she was the one he'd want to grow old with,
The eyes, he'd want to forever, behold.

Only if happiness lasted longer, and ran a course, eternal
Maybe then, she would have been around to sing their favorite song,
As he played his guitar, under a moonlight
In some faraway land, across the oceans and skies,
*Where the sunset was as beautiful as her eyes.

She bared her soul to him
And gave him the chance to peek.
Everyday she slept in his arms
Her dreams were as vivid as ever,
Her sweaty palms and palpitations
Couldn't lie
Not when she bared her soul to this guy.
Right from the start
In an incredulous altruism,
She gave her all to him.
He plucked on her heartstrings
And made a song out of her.
She danced to his breath
And to the pounding in his chest.
Her smooth skin like silk in his arms,
He wrapped her in a paradise
In even moments that seemed unwise.
His eyes searching in profound wonder,
Unwinding, revealing, removing her layers.
And with every layer stripped, she grew beautiful.
She wept joy
In every moment of bliss.

That day when she hung herself
He had but a million questions.
Every memory created
Every moment made
Recounting, recalling.
And all he could see was
A broken angel
Her wings could never be fixed
And through all that soul baring
That's the one tiny detail he missed.
He was her addiction
He was her catalyst.
The zenith of her joy, reached
Her repressed guilt burst into flames.
Dreams had turned to nightmares
And even his presence couldn't subdue it.
Her lights were turning dim
She was broken even before she realized.
And all he was left with
Were memories
Her touch,
Her smile,
Her eyes.
She was broken,
Yes,
But she was an angel.