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.

In her eyes, everything was a darker shade, as clouds hovered uncertainly to cover a morbidly sorrowful sun, a desperate attempt to try and save its shine, or whatever was left of it.
And the skies resounded with thunder, the earth shook as if in fear and silent submission. Dreamers awoke from slumber; the real world always caught up. The shadows grew longer and the gods, their tantrums, they made known. Anger and disappointment, lining every under note of the raging storm. The wind blew as if, all it was ever meant, for all of its wondrous existence, was to tear man from limb to limb, rather than the feel of it in one's hair. The thunder, the wind, the storm, the rage. The gods were definitely angry. The tremble evident in every way the land reverberated with the cacophony  of the gods.
And then, there was silence.
A ray of light breaking in through the thick cloud cover.
And suddenly every bit of the wonder of the universe rang clear in her head.
As she stood by the rocks, watching the waves meet the sand.
Only an hour before, her purposeful drive to the beach was to contemplate on how subtly she could make an exit from the stage of life.
Her disheveled self esteem had plucked on some courage, as she saw the ray of light shine through the darkness.
The seas grew calmer and the light of the day, back to shine again.
The gods of her mind's creation were now watching, as she picked up a shell that caught her eye. Turning it around in her hand, all she could think of was how she forgot that the light always broke the deathly starkness of a life quenched by the storms that raged like fire.
She climbed onto the driver's seat of her barely held-together sedan.
Turned on the ignition, metaphorically turning on the ignition to a brand new life.

The wind blows this way,
Silence of the night keeps me sane.
The truth, I sit and ponder
As my life beats away.
Too many moments forgotten in pain,
Undocumented, unwanted,
Shelved in some corner
No one to care.

Listening to the wind blow
Rustling leaves and banging windows.
This mind of mine has wandered too far.
The world, I shunned
The people I left.
Maybe another soul,
Who'd love to join me
As I walk this realm
Unchained and free.

Lights all around.
Swirls of color
Under the sun.
An iridescent luxury
For joyous parade.
Ripples of emotions
Translating into
A chromatic tale.
Pass me some sunshine.
Under the rainbow,
This life is wonderful

Is the sky too blue for you
Or the seas too vast
Or your life too full
And your loved ones always beside?

Are you too happy
And that you sulk about that?
What is your vindication for
Your qualms being selfish?

What gives you the blind eye
When everyone else struggles?
What makes you cry
For the little things in life?
And you complain that life's unfair
When you have a roof overhead
And a family that smiles.

Heavy hearts, we're lost in the fog,
Paving roads to places unknown.
Growing sorrows, skyward bound,
Forever fleeing, like a vagabond.
If our arms could feel the weight of our souls,
And our names could reveal the battles fought,
Here, we are survivors
Unsung heroes.
Sunken ships have greater stories,
Some even worth the gold.
With time, comes healing.
With love, comes cure.

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.

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.

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.

Hill tops sprayed with fairy dust
Lights aglow among the firefly mist
Trickles of water from the ageless spring
Thirst for adventure
I have a wander lust.

What is your story in this world, young man?
Where do you come from and to where you go?
Will you let your hands fall to the side and perish under your perils?
Will you not fight till the very last breath that holds you, repose?
Hold up your shield, let the arrows rain.
Hold up your sword, let evil moan.
Let the shadows fall, let the sun be erased.
Let death march to your very door.
But will you fall to your knees and forget to fight,
Fight for what you believe and what your heart holds high?
Hold your head high, let your minds not fall.
Your steps not falter, this life which you chose.
March till the end, march for your kin,
March for your faith, that lies within.

Towering incapabilities
Mistaken flaws.
Mere reflections of my soul
That thrive to tear me apart.
The fear to fall under the weight
Of endless desires and accusations.
My weakness, my indulgence
The truth holds me down.
My inability to hide
My face it, swirls with emotions.
Dangerous dreams,
They lurk in me.
When will I understand
The world has let me down?
Drunken schemes
Pitiless words.
Reckless thoughts
Dark desires.
The day will come
When I drive myself off the cliff.
The day will come
When only sleep gives me solace.

Her silent tears wept, in crystals withheld.
She wore her silks and touched up her scars,
With sorrow, she walks out into the sun.
In white, she glistened, but her heart, coal black,
In shimmering dreams she had lost herself,
Lost to a world, worn and surreal.
Her emerald green eyes, crying,
And with each moment her fears, surpass.
To the world she is a flame, burning the eye,
But within, her heart cripples as the flame  burns out.
The clouding eyes of foretold doom,
Written between the lines of her wrinkling life.
Distant calls on sleepless nights,
Escapades from this loveless life.
Shadows lingering, as voices whisper,
Her wings, clipped to the sides.
And in white, she stood there,
Under the sun,
Lifting up her eyes, to the heavens above.
Crystals shed, held captive to her pride.
The day after the storm,
*She finally weeps in front of the Gods.

"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.

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.

When you’ve been with someone you love for a while
They leave these marks on you
Invisible, but seared onto your skin, your brain, your heart
Try as hard as you can, to wash or scrub it away
The truth is that they’re here to stay.
When you’ve been with someone you loved for a while
When you’ve breathed the same air, shared the same space,
Dreamed and lived and cried together,
Try as hard as you can, to break away
These memories are here to stay.
When you lose someone you love,
In the cruel ways this universe toys around with our lives,
How do you breathe,
How do you exist,
How do you tell yourself that you’ll become whole again,
That you’ll reminisce and smile
And not remember and cry and cry and cry?

'Tis easier to look at a mirror
Than to dare introspect,
As the reflection subdues
The deceit buried in a tangled web of lies.
As the light dances on ripples in the water,
The shimmer it casts
To a void that is our souls.
There's darkness all around,
In our hearts and in our minds.
And in times like these
When our thirst is quenched with only more fire,
Our thoughts become inked in red,
Reminded of the weakness of our fortitudes,
And the shallowness of our words,
Let alone be our deeds.

The story of how a good man goes to war,
Lost to the morals of an unsound mind,
Resounds like a thunder in the midst of nowhere.
And as he raised his hand
And plunged a knife
Into the very heart of another his kind,
There he lost himself to the deafening screams of mankind.

And we find ourselves without voices
Drowning in a sea full of tears.
There is ONLY us,
THIS is all us...
OUR tragedies
OUR failures
OUR deeds.
We let ourselves fall,
**Even before the walls came tumbling down.

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.

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.

In the silence of the night I hear myself talk,
A song, a whisper, knowing that this peace
Is the only thing sane in the chaos that surrounds,
And in this quietness, a radiant light shines within my inner self.

And as my mind finds wings, to fly out of this prison
Gracefully gliding across calm waters of a flowing river
Finding its way into the sea,
I give my thoughts freedom from the misery of life.

As the skies begin to cry with tears of devastation
All that is beautiful, needs an eulogy for being lost in our sins.
And as coal black our hearts have turned,
The spring may never greet us with open hands
The birds may never sing the song of their hearts.

Sink me in a river, chase my soul into the wilderness,
Where my breath is shallow and my thirst is never quenched.
Alas, these musings of the night will end soon
As another explosion rocks the very foundation of my faith in humanity.

In a room, with the walls painted grey,
A bed, a cupboard, a table and a chair, finds their place in its emptiness.
The curtains, of a melancholic shade, drawn shut, as if the sun burns
Wrapped in solitude, my eyes can see better in this dark.
No voices, no people, only the walls to listen to,
The stories mentioned by its inhabitants that passed through.
The grimness ever spreading, reiterating a life's worth of tales
This solitary confinement is a saving grace, as the world outside fails.
And with passing time, I chose to hide
Rather than face my fears waiting outside.
Within these grey walls,
I see a chance to be at peace with myself, until one day, the heavens whisper its time to come 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.

She carries herself around with the elegance of a winsome soul,
Her charm and wit, these are some things you can't live a day without.
And when she spoke, she could make heads turn,
The way not known in the days bygone.
She was a woman, her hips could sway and make you mesmerized,
At the sheer vulnerability of your own thoughtless mind.
Her words could pierce through your chest, and leave a mark,
Even turn you out from your ways, unkempt.
And when she walked by, her scent could drag you along with her,
A force of gravity that can't be explained in terms of words or thoughts.
She was a woman, one you know, you'll have to fear but also love, to make you skip a beat,
Her smile to set you free from a world that holds you down.
In her eyes, she sees the world, her life meant for a greater cause.
When you think you're lost, she will be there to hold your hand the rest of the road.
She was a woman, not for her curves, or her hips, or her eyes, or lips
She was a woman, because she cared when others gave you their goodbyes.
She was a woman, for the grace she held, for her kind heart, that wanted to help.


She is a woman, who dreams for a world, where she can live and not be tried.
*She is a woman, because, yes she's beautiful, inside out.

I see a world of grey,
We lost the color along the way
Sky is poisoned
So our hearts.
See the devastation
Lace the terrain.
Don't you see the smoke,
Our vanities create?
See it twist and turn,
Upwards and away.
Picture humanity
Turn to prey.
We did this ourselves,
Our works of disgrace.
I see a world of grey,
Humanity has lost its way.