"We're all made of stars.",
He said.
Isn't that beautiful?
You and I,
Specks of dust and gas,
Floating around in space.
Before any concept of love,
Even evolved into existence,
You and I,
Were still spinning around
In a burning star,
Call it our own little dance.
And as we collided,
That essence of your particulate nature,
Embedded into my own.
And through eons of time and space,
Every bit of me wanting to reach out,
To you.
Maybe that's why it feels right,
Everything we are
Or could ever be.
You and I,
We are made of stars.

Darkness fills the landscape of thoughts.
Dreary looks and wicked souls.
Tortured and vile minds filled to the brim.
Tore us apart and stole our hope.
Their desolation keeps the locks on our doors.

A light shines through the thick fog,
A beacon, a beam of hope.
A Savior, a Hero.
A force unknown.
A reason to dream
Beyond the walls.

Feelings lost to someone during the day
Lose herself to someone else at night.
Finding reasons for how she feels
Life is hard,she recalls.
Tonight in someone's arms
Tomorrow yet to be found.
Dreams of princes, castles and chamberlains
But now she hides in her own disdain.
Looking for love she lost her way,
Now in the dark she fades away.
Money to earn,
But a bigger price to pay.
What she is, wishing things could change.
Body and soul destroyed,
Life has been unfair.
Here today, gone tomorrow.
There she lays
Her beautiful body
But inside she writhes away.

I see ant lines make a trail on paper
Etching out thoughts I thought to have never been thought
I see scenic interpretations of my mind's landscape
Hills, trees, mountains and rivers.
Painting and sculpting all at once
I unravel more than I believe is possible.
So complex, tiniest details of a fine mosaic art

And with  those minute details
I sit down with a mug of coffee
Here in, the cool evening breeze
I weave a tale and thread a story.
And as I write with this hot headed fervor
I see nothing but the gates into my mind,
Open and welcoming, patient and enduring.
Leading me by the hand
Strapping me up for an adventure.

Now, in my own little world
Might take a little more than a thunderstorm  
To bring me out of this trance
Oh no, this world I create and paint
My deft strokes and personal touches,
This one's for my keeping,
This one's my piece of art.

Yes, you look at me and see
Nothing but incoherency  
Sitting in a dark room
Talking to myself
Scribbling nonsense.
Nonsense?!
No!
Just the musings
Of a mad woman !

There were times she never knew
Her imperfections gave her broken wings
Her reflection sprawled over a million pieces of broken glass.
He brought her back when she went too far
He saved her from the growing darkness
She wandered again
Her steps would falter
He taught her life she never knew
He showed her love that never died.
She loved his love
He loved her all the more.
There he was
To catch her when she falls

To the words that flow uninterrupted,
Misconstrued to a poet's imagination
Sketching, painting, plotting, twisting.
To the silence that reigns everything around
To the peace found in the eye of the storm
Perched in a corner, for all of life to be written down.
An inborn error, discovered, captured, tamed and taught
Wild to the mind and food for the soul
Words become friends and sworn enemies.
A journey of words and faces, realms of an untapped drive
That writes words like ant trails on paper
A prelude to a poet's mind.

In a sweeping moment
Her train of thought
Comes to an end.
She checks the time
And pulls herself together.
She could feel her pulse
Hammering.
A sense of purpose
Overtaking.
She walks to the front door
In strides of self pity
A turn of the door ****
A step out to the unknown.
She was nailed to the spot
Her fears, palpable.
Her heart beat
Like a metronome.
And sweat
Like salty rain.
There's no courage
Her head spins with pain.
She hesitates,
As always before.
The fireplace, the warmth
A book and a cup of tea
Or the queasiness
Of being outside
Her comfort zone.
She turns back,
And finds her way to her hole
Why do I bother?
She can't help but think.
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe never.
Her heart beats
Like a metronome.

I chose to forget and have me led by a rope
I held the blindfold as you tied it
And stood there as you set our house on fire.
I chose to be naive, dreaming of your eyes
And falling in to your arms,
Couldn't see past the lies
Or your dangerous obsession with alcohol and its vice.

Maybe that's why your  eyes seem dark
And your heart so cold.
You bare your teeth and smile innocently
Say how I'm beautiful when I know you can't be right.
You're voice was so soft , almost a whisper
Made so perfect, you'd get me to fall asleep in your arms each night
But when I wake up next morning,
You're gone, like you were never there
And I'd just sit there and wonder what went
wrong with my life.
Every morning, the same perpetual heart wrenching cycle.

I pulled you out of the wreck, if you can
remember and see
I gave you a reason to try and start a new life
And now you lead this lone revolt to see me die inside,
Maybe that's why you're wielding the knife.

Mom called yesterday, she was crying on the phone
She said she had tried holding it in so much,
Now she just wants to open the floodgates and let the tears flow.
Asked me why I was putting up with you
Why I wanted to go through all this.
I didn't know what she was saying,
And she didn't know how much I loved you.
David always told me how I was making a mistake
But how can I see the truth when I'm so blinded by you?

Why didn't I have the strength to face the truth and move on,
Why, when I look into your eyes,  despite the darkness, I see love,
And with your cold heart, I still feel burning passion?
Why, when you set the house on fire,
I stood there burning and dying
*But in a dreamy haze, still thinking of falling in to your arms?

Sometimes these whispers grow strong, almost to a blaring cacophony, of an endless discord between the heart and the mind, laying waste to my sanity that was once revered, so, so long ago.
And as the mind drifts over the edge, overlooking a bottomless chasm, there is little light that shines from within, battling what is left of a person that was whole.
But you watch from your safe confines, tucked away in your niche of pretentiousness, as I fall into a fathomless hole, a tut-tut for the 'poor soul', words that could mean less and for you, life goes on.
But what was lost was that what could be found, but you let it fall.

Its past bedtime.
All I can feel is
My head writhing
Inside out.
Trying to lie still
But what hits you harder
Than a broken wing?
Shadows loom like
Ghostly taunts of lost days.
A knife on my back
His taste on my lips.
Some long forgotten love
Threw me to hell.
Eyes open, mind awake
The nightmares
Even then haunt.

Voices from within the grave
A light not seen for
A hundred years.
This box encased around me
Imprisoned and locked
Away from the ordinary folk .
The religious charms and
Superstitious trinkets
The false belief of security.
No intentions to be a scare
But I can't help myself.
This itching ache in my breast
All I want right now is
For someone to put me back
To my eternal rest.

Just a ten minute walk,
Her life, she revealed.
From the grotto to home,
She told me everything

How life could be demeaning
But strength could give meaning.
How a place could change you,
Sides to be taken .

Death was a happening for her,
Life given, was a blessing.
She changed from a girl to a woman
Self sufficient and able.

Her dreams came to a halt
But she never gave up.
Life is never kind,
Neither is it unfair.

We choose our roads
We walk them out.
Decisions, actions,
Situations, moments.

Trust a few
And keep them around
There's love
Even if there's war.

This battle we fight,
Against the world,
Against ourselves,
There's hope for victory.

At the end of it,
When the trumpets sound,
What matters, is that,
We come out strong.

So the shadows haunt, bellowing winds from the east roll,
That cease the air and make heavens open their gates hallowed.
Rising sea serpents from the waters below
An old man's tale, one that came to life,
One that death foretold.
The horns sound, waves of danger, fill the seas and rock.
The ******, raging a battle within and out.
May their prayers run a courageous course,
Through the swift winds and upwards, where an entity resides.
Let their voices resound above the trade winds and thunderous storms.
Oh ******, may your prayers see beyond the clouds.
May them, grey clouds clear and the stars come out.
Sing your songs oh ******, to the moon,
This storm will run its course and see its end, soon.

Under the light of the moon we sit,
Amidst the raging battle of fire and hell.
The cries pierce through the silence of the night,
I close my eyes, trying to imagine a better world,
Yet my thoughts are clouded, unable to see past the flames.
When it rains, I only see tears set our foundation.
Is this suffering what we are made of?
Is our passion for destruction all that we are?
Somewhere along the road, we lost to the ways of life,
And how far have we come?
If in the morning I wake up as myself,
Or dead and buried in a world fuelled by hate,
Remember, there were cries in the night,
*Before the silence began.

As an anthem I'd sing,
Let my walls down for you
If this song is everything
Then in your arms
I'll find love and life.

Winding stairs lead
To a window on top
As I look out of it
I see the sun kiss
The face of the planet.

And the orange skies
Pan out under the heavens
And burning stars dance
Across the darkening facade.

As an anthem I'd sing
For all there is to our love
I see it in the star filled night
A wondrous infinitum of a song.

But if my words ever run out
And this melody is all I have
We shall sit under the starry sky
And listen to the music of our hearts.

A depravity of sorts, life always had a way of twisting her out of shape.
In moments of utter disbelief, she, the woman with her veil,
Would silently walk away.
Its been so, for all the years of her existence, as far as she can remember.
Most of it, she choose not to recount. Even her thoughts scare her.

She always believed she was invisible from the rest of the life forms,
Minimal space occupied,
Metaphorically of course.
But now she had her doubts.
Her fears were clawing at the boundaries of her self restricted territory.

Underneath the dirt and gravel, life threw her into,
Her eyes shone with the brilliance,
Of a gem of its own unique design.
There was hope in them.

The noise of the world around, gave in
As a soft lull accustomed to her forgiving and forgetful ears.
She loved but was never loved.
Yet she never gave up.
Her story was like the serenade the band chose not to play..
The most beautiful, but also,
The most painful.

And when she smiled, she threw on that veil
And hid all the hurt she bore.
You could see the tear build up at the corner of her eyes.
Glistening eyes,
The trademark to her soft face.
The veil, she refused to lift,
The truth always hurts.

So easy to forget a face,
But how can you forget the pain
In her voice?

Sleeping with my eyes open
Spiraling into an alternate dimension
****** into a vortex
Floating through the stars
Now headfirst into a shower of meteors
Still sleeping with my eyes open

Sleep evades me
Sanity has left the building.

Sometimes it takes more than just a whisper to calm the storm inside.
A mere touch couldn't quench the thirst that dries her out.
A word could dare put out the fire that ravages her soul.
And yet underneath all that prowess her eyes yearn to tell another tale.
As the light would fade out and bring in the darkness,
As the sun goes out to give way to the night,
Her name could twist and twirl the very ends of your hair.
She was everything the earth, fire, water and wind
Combined, to leave you hollow and empty within.

She was all things terrible, rip you apart, fighting for your very own breath.
The hurt you felt when you gazed into her eyes
Yet the touch of sweet death, to delude your senses unrefined.

She was all things beautiful, her soul tarnished but divine.
Her voice beckoning like a song,
A song, putting you to sleep,
On a cold winter's night.

This is me, sitting in a room.
As I write this, the world around me turns on an axis.
As I write this, inside me, I feel the chaos that is everything there is, to who I am.
As I write this, I feel the pain you sowed in me and the hurt you caused.

This is me, in a world full of people.
Yet sitting in its wake, I feel the presence of none at all.
Breathing, I am, I listen as the air makes its way into my lungs,
And now, as I lie down, I sense the fear that grips me tight.

This is me, reaching out for the darkness
Gasping, now, for the air that aches to **** me.
Embracing the darkness that surrounds,
Falling slowly, knowing not, when this nightmare will end.

Let the stars tell you my story,
Of how I fell and rose, but crawled back inside.
Of how with I wind I conquered the skies,
But with the rain I fell to the ground.
Let the stars tell you my story,
Of how I let my heart have its way.
Of how I sat alone by the river
And felt the wall around me grow taller.
Of how I loved but never felt loved,
Broke my self and never stood up again.
Let the stars tell you my story
How I'd look to them every night.
Sit there by the window,
And sing the saddest song of plight.
Watching them shine with brilliance,
Wishing for it to shine through my mind.
Let the stars tell you my story,
Let them sing to you the song I taught them each starry night.
Someday when I leave through the back door,
Maybe then you'll get to know why I cried,
Maybe then you'll know the pain
I hid from you all this while.

The scent of the morning mist lingering in the air,
An aura filled with sweet dreams of a jasmine's breathtaking tide,
As it gently sways from you to me in perfect harmony.
I hear the wind as it brushes past the green of leaves,
The rustle of nature dallying like ourselves under the sycamore tree,
Whispering sweet nothing, and caressing me in its *****,
Softly sending me on a walk, chasing dreams and catching stars in my sleep.
Under the shadow of the former we stand as I pull you closer and within reach,
Usher in a new beginning of our love to last and our dreams to lead.
Knowing that your gaze dances slowly on my skin,
Under the sun, a hint of brown tan.
Watch you place your hand on my chest
And listen to the rhythm of a heart gone wild.
Wishes awaken, passion on fire,
As you kiss me softly, yet steal my breath,
As you sweep me off in urgent desire.
I can no longer hear, all noises subdued by the beating of my heart.
Under the shade of a sycamore tree,
You first showed me what it feels to be in love
And forget all the pain and misery.

Out it comes
Into the light.
Glistening and sparkling,
Little beads.
Down the side
Her grief, it carries.
The fake smile can lie,
Not the corners of her lips,
They tell a different story.
Little by little
It makes its way
That trail erased by time
But essence still remains.
Down it goes
And meets the earth
With her story.
And that was how,
She shed a tear

She was girl
A shadow bound to her
With her stolen glances
She saw the world.
Too afraid to look up
And be scorched by the hurt.
Imprisoned in a tower,
A product of her mind.
Through the barred windows
She knew of life.

She was a girl
With her whole life ahead.
But all she ever felt
Was the pain that never healed.
Through the fog and the mist
And the blizzard, she made her way,
All the while feeling lost and torn away.

She was a girl
And she knew love like no other.
Yet the emptiness persisted,
Hollow, her heart couldn't be renewed.
Happiness followed,
But her dread always present
She lost her way,
Yet managed to stay close to home.

She was a girl
A shadow bound to her.
She was a girl
With the long face and sad eyes.
But no one quite knew
*Why she smiled so much that day.

To the woes that fill your silence and make you weary,
You say, you will not sway from what you believe.
To the ****** choices you're doomed to carry,
You say, you will, one day, overcome.

There's only so much you can take before the world splits into half. The world you know of, is just another illusion created in your head. Leading battles and marching to the drums. That ringing in your head is always a sharp note waiting to go off. You could look at the stars and feel everything was right. Now look at the same sky and feel yourself slip into the darkness. Everyone around you wants to see you lose the battle. Secretly they are all just waiting to watch you fall. Putting on a brave face and hiding behind a mask, all the same, just that, its never you. You can take on the world if you want to. But remember there's always a price to pay. Love was a concept made to mislead us. Just a sweet note to hide the cacophony of the composition. Sometimes, its a lonely war you rage. No one sees you put on the armor, no one sees you run head first into the enemy. Who is the enemy? Dont be surprised if you hear a voice inside saying, its you.
Here I am. Standing at the edge of the world.  Should I take a leap? Or should I fall back and never know what lay on the other side?

The dusk with its setting sun
Hanging low upon the seaside.
Rising tides, promises of forgotten nights.
The sky, with an orange hue, graying.
The distant rumble of an oncoming storm
The wind picking up speed,
Steadily climbing to its zenith.
And here I stand facing the world,
A life starting to take its toll.
In a while, the waves will rise,
Rise and engulf the shore.
And here I'll be, right where you left me.
Hope, setting low as the sun.
And in these waters I will drown,
Willingly, blissfully saying my last vows.
In this rain, you won't see me cry
In this storm, I'll say my last goodbye.

And another life bids farewell,
Not having waited long enough,
*For the rising sun.

A tear for the fallen
A shadow hiding behind the cover
A dew drop on a leaf
Blown out into the open by the wind.
A song for the dreamer
As he puts the rope around his neck
A letter for the lover
As she walks off with another man.
A kiss on the cheek
Before they close the lid of his coffin

Everything has an ending
As the colors fade into nothing
Every hello and goodbye
Every tear and smile
Every moment to behold
This life has its closing act
A scene of exit,
Where your choices, you make
As you define yourself
The way you sign your name
A billion people around the world
Living and breathing
Every act, every take
Every decision, every stake
Does it leave a mark?
Does it change a heart?

An afternoon, under the sun, with you.
The blue skies foretold of a love we thought was true.
What is it that you see, as you let your eyes take in, but that single moment?
A recollection of a forgotten time with joy and laughter,
Weaved into your labouring mind, harrowed by conflicts, tortured by love.
As you gaze at that instant frozen in time,
Do you not feel the growing urge to hitch a ride,
Back to all that was, but could never be?

Your white gown, his daring smile, your flushed skin
As he lifted you up and placed you in the car.
Riding off into the sunset, tainted perception
Of what life could give you as it promised you nothing,
Only tears and lies.
This story painted for a lifetime spend to regret.
Do you wish to blur out these pictures
And burn them in the fire?
These tears, would you forget them for anything but that?

Christmas, new born, a beautiful girl born anew.
In your arms she slept, in her mind she dreamed
Maybe in them she saw a universe, stars, life
And the purpose to all that there is.
And yet, as she lay there, with her eyes clenched shut,
All you could do was smile and feel the happiness of it all.
Can you capture that moment, feel it as it were to be right now?
Does it hurt to know that, one day she would wake up and move on,
Leaving behind your broken heart
To wonder if she’ll ever find her way back.

These pictures on the wall, moments frozen in time,
Pictures on the wall, an instant of countless memories
Spend counting, constantly traversing a mind frame of time and doubt.
Will you sit by the window, old woman,
And watch as the time rolls by?
Wondering, crying, yet never complaining
About the time he swept you
In an undercurrent of blinded infatuation,
Rewarded you and left you with a child,
And that child who never found her way back home.

My soul wears thin of the lies you have fed me with,
The setting sun brings certain melancholy into a life that has left me breathless.
Your heart beats with an unknown rhythm and without recognition.
I stare into the empty space of white between the lines on a blank page,
Even in it I seem to loose myself for the want of it.
I'd sleep like an angel, if sleep could want me, sunken eyes reveal my disguise,
For even the smile through my tears, do no justice,
And the hysterical laughs sear through my cover.
Its either hide in the dark, or hurt in the open,
Both ways, I can see you take pride in all that you have done to me.
As you watch me writhe and twist,
And break and fall,
Into nothing.

There, in the distance,
Grey clouds rolling in like waves,
Blues skies and grey clouds,
Shadows fall on a clear day.

Silent revolt, still and quiet
Grey clouds, a lost world fading away,
Blue skies, grey clouds,
Dreams lost to wayward winds array.

Desolate storm on a summer's eve,
Conspiring against the light of day,
As daisies perch on some false hope
The sun will shine again.

Blue skies and grey clouds
The silence ringing loudest
At street corners, begging gaze
With darkness comes pain.

Eery and queer,
Grey clouds lie in wait,
Blue skies there were,
The last day, the light ever shone again.

There's a painting that hangs at the end of the corridor
A woman in black smiles through her tears
A child by her side holding on to her hand, fear in his eyes.
I feel their eyes on me, everytime I walk past the scene
I wonder what plight the woman tried hiding beneath that veil
The plight, her son, his demons they awoke from a medieval slumber.
The mystic charm in her artificial smile
Her cheeks glazed with tears and agony
The son squirming under an aching burden
His pale skin has its own story.

My curiosity killed another cat
I stare at myself when I look at the mother
My son still holding on to his dear life, never left my side.
That man who walked in at the dead of night
May have fouled our bodies and spilled our blood
But he left our souls tormenting these halls at night.
I float across the corridor, my son beside me
Towards the painting resting against the trapdoor
Dawn has come, the light pouring in through the shattered window.
Till the moon rises, in to our paintings we disappear.

Slumber is short, our eyes always watching
Next time you walk through these halls going about your own life
Our eyes will follow, In a pendulum dive.

Tarnished silver,
Under the bed you hide
Worthless now, its value
Judged 'neath a golden pride.
Twisted hands, your bones may break
Seal off your lungs as they waste away.
The poison attacks, cripples your very breath
But slow to the chase.
As the air evades every inch of you,
Find yourself give in to your darkest days.
And from the dungeons of your soul,
Come the cries of pure fear.
Stretch out your arms, let the light heal.
Plunder yourself,
See what the devil deals.
Lash out your anger that holds you in chains
Tear off the disguise and reveal who you are within.
Tarnished silver,
Your heart beats like a wild drum, whole,
Echoing sound, reverberating through your redundant soul.
Deranged natives take a stance to shield,
Isn't that yourself, this war you rage inside your head?
In your mind these words form, subtle shapes adorned
But a vicious motive lies underneath them, pretence and lies
Tarnished silver you are
Never worth the gold nor a price.
Always fighting the world
And never being who you are.
One day you'll look back,
And see nothing but misguided pride.

Beckoning calls
From far away.
Echoing voices
All through the day.
I see myself
So dark and cold.
Wish some light
Could shine through.

Walking in the dark
I was born to the dark.
Feel myself being stabbed
Over and over again.
Those promises people forgot
Leaving me fighting for breath.

Catch me before I fall
My hands reach out.
My muffled screams
Through the vacuum.
Music playing
Dark and eery.
Conflict sounds
Desolation falls, like snow.

Silent deeds are like whispered echoes.
In a hallway of mirrors
Its not just your image reflected,
As even echoes become a part of your symphony.
Saint or a sinner,
Your song to sing.
Even a single ray of light,
Can show someone their way home.