Empty roads and hearts of stone,
show the leaves left unturned.
The blank canvas yearning for colours
left waiting endlessly on the easel.
The tides that once were high in spirit,
now lay flat on the shores of the land.

The vibrations shake,
as my eyes awake,

 and realize,
 as I visualize;

The cages bolted up
around me, minds corrupt

 with lies of the honey,
lathered on this dummy.

the scars cling on,
Reminders thereupon

enlighten the subconscious,
 as I live among the conscious.

The last breath is taken,
As from this trance I awaken.

The
      acid
             drips
                     down
                              my
                                   throat
                                              as
                                                   I
                                                      think
                                                                of
                                                                      you

The fireflies lie in their graves,
immortalized for their glories
that paved the path for the tired
souls that yearned to live, wired
to the immaculate truth of life
and to take one's soul off the knife.

The strings of tears from
the skies,
fall on the earth,
as she sheds away,
her sorrows
on to the bodies,
of the flora into the
soil, bestowing life
through her tears.

While I gaily
tread the grass,
drenched, in
her tears of life

Fatalities turned rampant,
Felonies a usual.
Voices unheard,
Victims lay fallen.
The hypocrisy unfolds,
They hide from their lies.
Affluent cocooned in bubbles,
Anguish spread in commons.
Tough we ought to be as
Time's run out

Or is it?

Once again,
I dance alone
in the dark rooms
of my mind,
while I hold on
to time as it drips
off my eyelashes.
My heart won't
let go of you
but my mind
stops me in
my steps,
as I see your
shadows.

Throwback, to those days,
when you held me
close to your *****.
                                                                       With your tender voice,
                                                                        care and kisses all over,
                                                                        as you lull me to sleep.
Your withered hands,
filled with devotion,
Now entangle with mine,
                                                                       As I sing your lullabies,
                                                                       While you pass on to,
                                                                        the greater beyond.

When the heart's hurting,
their smile's comforting,
as they nurture from my giving
and remember this soul,relieving
me of my impending scars
and to recover what's ours.

The grass's turning green,
amidst this splendid dream.
As I relish in this free paradise,
before it turns into a franchise.
I fill my lungs with the air
that's soulfully enriched, before it turns rare.

Destined to rot away
in  woeful echoes that stay,
the promises left behind
burn my guts ,unkind
like your words for me
as I fade away the tree
of the dreams that I build
to be just be slid
into the pigeonhole
that they earnestly patrol.

Catch me if you can,
Among the innocent clouds
Of the skies of my mind;
Before the looming darkness
Thunders them down
With cages.

The distorted utopia swallows
me in into the bed of ghosted souls
among the thorns of lies that
pile on with twisted smiles
and words of sugar.

The deserted lands that once saw
joy lay parched with fear of pain.
The permanent is the new flaw,
That drives the winds of pleasure away,
as I hide in my shadows.

Why do these skies seem clear,
while they hide rain clouds
that house the impending thunders?

My days go on uninterrupted,
yet all this while this soul's disrupted,
  by the silence that roams
   around the lonely tombs
    that decorate the corners of m'mind.
     Those to whom my love was blind.
      The echoes of your mirage,
       still resonate from within at large.
        Your dried tears adorn me,
         as I relish this intense decree,
          that embodies my destiny.

Red like the regret,
lying around as ashes
from the blaze of the
fire that caught up
in your lies, deceit.

Red as the sky bleeds
her despair raw,
as the wound deepens,
into her veins.

Red like the memories,
spilled like the blood
of the innocent.

Red as the regret
consumes the sanity
away from the sane.

The aurora awakens me,
from the abyss of sleep.
The water runs to stir the
last cell asleep in me.
The chill wind caresses me,
as it consoles my vexation
from classes and assignments.

The sink and dishes know,
my mind as I scour away.
The walls accept me,
one among them as they
follow me around the house.
The sketchbook and words fill up,
as the days go by.

The world becomes restricted to
a small window of technology,
yet life goes on.
The day ends with a shower,
from nature, drifting me,
to the abyss of sleep with
the lullaby of petrichor.

I lay in the embrace
Of the grass,
As my heart
Leaps euphoric,
To absorb the light,
The celestial glory,
From the heavenly
abode of stars,
Above me, in the sky.

The mundane creeps into me,
as I try to wade away ashore
with my precious sanity.

The rooster's asleep too,
like me at daybreak.
Yet I drag along, nevertheless.

The screen's my public now,
and home's my ever-morphing
dreamland, that never ends.

My limbs yearn movement,
lungs yearn the breath of freedom,
minds crave the travels.

The dreary present dawns into me,
as my heavy eyes drift into
the lands unknown, unvisited.

Become the beast,
look in the mirror,
stop hiding,
observe the splinters
of the lies burrowed within,
embrace the bitter pain,
as you accept the hypocrisy
of the lies, listen to the
howls of your hunger
for the vicious revenge,
as you lead the pack,
of the hidden fire in
your soul,
livid.

You planted me, a rose
in the wet soil, loved.
You watered me with your love,
yet you forgot the next day,
and the next day.
You don't know me,
what I need, the fertile love
that fuels my love to bloom.
The days pass as I reread
your voice of affirmations,
yet I feel you're not ready to
see me bloom and spread,
the scent of my adoration for you.
My leaves dry off and the petals
get torn on the thorns,
as I await your nourishing words,
that ought to last till I part from all,
to be moved to the next soil, lifeless.

The days go by,
as I carry on,
in this mundane
reality
of the burden of toil
and shards of turmoil.

Amidst this,
spiked, is my mind
of longing for something
lost in the passage
of time, a memory.

A want for sanity
amidst the rampant insanity.
A path to a place, a home.
As we wound ourselves,
from the ambiguous predicament.

The infant peers out,
of the window
as it soars high up in the sky.

Introduced by those,
who beget her,
into the land of opportunity.

the years passed by,
infant to toddler to a young adult,
cradled by this lavish land.

The memories with her folks,
the life engrained in her blood,
as she prepares to soar.

With a heavy heart,
she vacates her second
home, with hope for better.

Alas, there she peers out,
of the same window, for the last time
as that life becomes a memory.

The tears keep rolling
down as mind
sabotages my joy.
I drown into the
pools of inky fear
to save what is
left of my mind.

All I want is unsolicited rays
of the sun in the break of dawn,
the rain in the arid soil, a long
awaited peace in chaos.
The stars in the night sky,
the wind that soothes my eyes.
The rare in the common,
the unexpected prize for
a phase of silence.

Find me at the cliff end ,
Where the roots bind me,
To the ground .
My soul dreams of plunging
Into the foggy mist ,
Into the freezing water  

Fell for the snake ,
It poisoned my soul,
Left me in the dark ,
Cursed darkness.
The plague of mind that blinds me with doubt and hate .

My soul demands a purgatory,
From the dark .
It yearns the euphoria of life .
The roots remind me ,
Of my past euphoria ,
Well before the plague.
It must go, before it finds its roots in my veins.