Memories are made of scars
Woven into tapestries
Laid out in the darkest halls
Where schizophrenics roam
Voices sing of long-lost stars
Unique in their divinities
Written on the bathroom walls
Of rest stops long disowned
Twilight shines through broken panes
The hourglass remains the same
Forever on its side
Though time goes creeping on and on
There are no truths within a name
With violence breeding out the sane
Such darkness here resides
It must have been here all along
For the only lights remembered
Are the phantoms of dismay
The only satisfaction
Is it might not be a lie
The final dying embers
Are the fires that fuel decay
A comatose reaction
In a mind that never dies
Such dreams are never ending
Dying hearts cannot be stilled
The poison circulating
Now sustaining waking death
They rise in their descending
As in emptiness they’re filled
More intoxicating
With their every failing breath
On legs that quake and tremble
Come euphoria and pain
Such sweet inoculation
In the cure that is disease
Their bodies now a temple
To the rotting and insane
The grave’s *******
To the soul upon its knees
Emptiness conscripted
On the question of forever
Eternity’s dark sermon
In the Chapel of Decay
Such madness now inflicted
In the Valley of the Never
Consuming the uncertain
As the lifeless lead the way
These freely bleeding masses
To a pulse remain enslaved
Vainly grasping endlessly
For lives they’ll never own
They sip from tainted glasses
On which failures are engraved
Harvesting so recklessly
The sorrows they disown
Finding false forgiveness
In their Mothers, Sons, and Gods
To ease their guilty consciences
So they can sin again
Blindly bearing witness
To their weakening facade
Giving darkness dominance
In times that soon will end
Forever so unknowing
That their lives are but pretend
So easily they free themselves
From any blame they earn
While every stone they’re throwing
Will betray them in the end
They’ll find that they themselves
All feed the fires in which they burn
While Death is biding time
From His throne He needn’t move
With the blind leading the blind
In the place where liars rule
How they suffer so sublime
Each one trying so to prove
They the only King to find
In this ****** Land of Fools

The only thing that changes
Is that nothing stays the same
There’s always some new way
We find we’re buried in the pain
Someday, we will find
The happiness that we desire
But now, we suffer sweetly
As we stumble through the fire
We choke on smoke of memories
And battles we have lost
Even when we win
We find that losing is the cost
Choking on the hopes
That keep us holding out for more
Wanting something, anything
To numb us to the core
When will we find everything
That we’ve been looking for?
Nothing left but nothing
I can’t take this anymore
Rip this broken heart out
Of the darkness in my chest
And give me just one moment
For my weary soul to rest
I know the day will come
When everything will be all right
If I can only make it through
This one dark, hellish night

But even sleep won’t make it so
To unconsciousness I go
To the land of pleasant nightmares
Where the winds of change still blow
May my slumber bring the end
To living hell, where I’m condemned
Where no amount of dreams
Can make this waking nightmare end

So wide awake
In this land of disenchantment
This disease
Slowly poisoning my heart
I can’t fake this anymore
This pain that I’ve commanded
Everything I’ve never done
All the things that I’ve done wrong
I’ve tried so hard
To be the man I long to be
Watching every selfless action
Fashioned into my demise
I can’t take this anymore
My every waking moment
Now consuming every reason
I have left for holding on
I want to end this pain
But I don’t want to leave this world
With so many battles raging
Just to save my weary smile
I won’t take this anymore
My life I’m not forsaking
I just want to rest my heart for a while

But even sleep won’t make it so
To unconsciousness I go
To the land of pleasant nightmares
Where the winds of change still blow
May my slumber bring the end
To living hell, where I’m condemned
Where no amount of dreams
Can make this waking nightmare end

Everything that’s come before
Has taught me that persistence
Is the key, and holding on
Sometimes means letting go
Everything that’s now in store
Is silently insisting
That I give myself over
To the pain that lives inside
I won’t break like times before
Your words won’t devastate me
‘Cause your life is not in order
How the hell can you live mine?
You can’t see what’s on the inside
‘Cause you can’t see past the shell
You only hate me
‘Cause you hate who you’ve become
You’ve fooled yourself, you know
But your lies now have control
You’re the only one believing
Just how all of this will go
I won’t take this anymore
I won’t do this anymore
I won’t let you break my heart
So you can soothe your empty soul
I’m tired of your lies
But you still can’t hear my cries
You can’t even see what’s coming
By my sweetly twisted smile
You’ve fashioned your own cell
This is over, this is hell
But, your black and bleeding heart
Will surely stay with me a while

My hate will make it so
To your level I now go
I can be your living nightmare
Since your heart has turned to stone
May my words now bring an end
To living hell, where you pretend
That every lie you’ve spoken
Makes you happy in the end
Even sleep won’t rest your soul
For unconsciousness, I know
Can twist your waking nightmares
‘Til they spin out of control
I hope the truth will bring an end
To every lie that you pretend
And bring redemption to your hollow heart
So you can love again

I can't write like you do
I can't really compose
Grace has always eluded me
In movement and in prose

You write of such big things
But they are still all the same
Me? I can't really toy
With ideas so insane

I'm not a professional wordsmith
My art hasn't been trained
When I write, the words flow easy
Unabashed and Untamed

You and your words are sculpted
Precisely, with finesse
But with a subdued gloss and lack luster
So twisted so suppressed

And now I see my dear self
Finally in a clear way
Not in my movements or in the glass
but on my inked page

So if you ask me, dear self
Which cage do I choose?
I'd choose my dented brass one
Instead of your golden noose.

I come out no stronger
when a poem is all over.

come down to earth on broken wing
words gone dry heart bleeding
with me not even making a beginning!

When a poem is done
it tells me
you've not yet begun
not done your part
and still stuck at the start!

I come out no stronger
when a poem is over.

the mind for sometimes hover
falls down with broken wing
words gone dry heart bleeding
with me not even making a beginning!

When a poem is done
it tells me
I'm left undone
mere ink on paper without a soul,
when one more dream of mine you stole.

I was on the way to find out my destination,
It was a rugged terrain without shed of trees on the road side,
Burning Sun shine on the top of my head and
Stony patches below my foot,
On a junction of the two roads,
You came out!
With …..
“Generous green of forest in our face,
Deepest blue of ocean in your eyes,
Melodious wind of mountain valley on your hair and
Splendid light of the don on your smile”,
As if this new path after this junction
going to lead me to the nature’s own womb.
Conversely, when we face each other you asked
‘Who I am?’ and ‘where I am going to?’
I was surprised; no one poses such questions to me on this long walk,
But I have already comes a crossed the Security man with gun in their hand,
The Beggar with stony beggaring plate in their hand,
The Food vendors with hot food in their basket,
The Knowledge tycoon with bag of books on their shoulder,
The Political guardian with embryonic power in their muscle,
No one asked any thing!
Not even look at me!
Probably for them either ‘I was insignificant or invisible!’
But your questions,
Compel me to think about my identity,
I don’t have a search engine,
to take help  from  the world wide web of identity,
So, when observing you with sensors of Imagination, Emotion and Cognition,
I found my lost identity in you,
As your child everything rooted in you,
Than I started to walk with you
Just to get the aspiration of living planet and
To protect you from the spite of ownerships, rationality, consumerism,
and demonstrationist humanity.
But after a while,
Every one started to pose question,
“Who I am?”
“Why I am walking with you?”
“How I get the right to do so?”
Than I replied my scruples enlighten me to do so!
No one understands ‘what I replied?’
Now the Political guardian of the society starts a campaign,  
The knowledge baron prepared software for this operation,
The beggar and food vendor distributing the literature with illustrative interpretation,
That…..  
“People like me are threat to the society”!
“This is an evil force of our society”!
Tomorrow…..
The security man going to declare a ‘decree’ on
Emotion, Conscience, Humanity and Love.  □□

Everyone is an island,
But everyone is trying to connect the island with the main land through a bridge!
Everyone is trying hard to get the soil to grow!
Thus, everybody is busy building their own viaduct!
They build it,
With their own materials of heart and soul!
But when storms come hearts are split and destabilized,
Some time liquefy in rain water!  And Bridges break down!
Again it is becoming an isolated island!
So, in the race of edifice,
Everyone is searching for material of strongest and vibrant heart,
To build the bridges sturdy and eternal!
But hearts are delicate and soluble to state of affairs of life,
So, it breaks and link fall down, and
Every one becoming island with its own soul!

In a world
where One being explicit is bad,
perhaps One
should, rather, be implicit
so people can impart their own meaning
and offend themselves,
'cause they seem to ******* keen
to get offended either way.