I fail to understand myself
Fail to comprehend the future
The world keeps turning
And life goes on.

And with life I have to run
As it rushes past me in giant strides
I seem to fall behind, so far behind
That future to me is nothing but a blur.

But I shall keep on running
For it is all I can do
Run and run
Until my sky turns blue

She was a perfect, beautiful mystery
And that was all of her that I had loved.

My name was called
In the very end
And I said so.

And Surprisingly
Everyone else
Agreed.

On the foothills of Sahoo
Where the great old man dwells
I sleep all night with broken stars
For in light I walk on pungent egg shells

Nature embraces these blue mountains
But my old friend, the sea, disowns
Might never have both, even if I can
Thus with the stars I live alone.

The bed sighed.
        It had been awake for a while now.
Bathed in harsh electric light, I too,
        Could feel the weariness of my dead eyes.

But sleep refuses to alight!

Countless silent nights I have spent
Tired, withered, weary
But still
             Unable to rest.

Feels like I could die
No one
No one will know

I could drown in myself
And never
Never wash ashore

These thoughts they come and go
But alas
Alas! I remain
Forever...
Alone...

As the heavy winds
With invisible hands caress the coconut trees
And the sky is painted orange
I walk to the little house.

And there I see
A reflection of you and me
I see the crown of dusk
Fading into evening grip of vice.

The cage of warmth
In front of my drowsy eyes
            I smell the stale stench of days locked in disguise

The common eyes
Inside sockets of a tired brain
            I stifle my nausea under a pillow of ****** pain

How they pain
These weak limbs
How they cry
For an immediate outlet
                   Relief! Where art thou, brother?
                                           Relief?