Clueless.

I know how it feels like, staring out the window, at the sky trying to enjoy the weather with a terrible headache. Nothing seems to ease your mind, not even food seems pleasing. You wait for a chill down your spine or something that gives you goosebumps. You see neither a goose nor a bump….

Waters.

I swam an ocean of memories and each drop, an injury.

Lost story

Ours is a story written in the sands, gone with the wind and love, washed away by waves of suspicion. Whatever was left of the memories burned in altars of our minds and here we stand hanging on to fallacies. I’ve been there before, to that heartbreak shore, wetting my feet in the tides of…

Looking back

The past is filled with stories and the future, fantasies. This is now. Neither do I have a story nor a fantasy. The photograph I hold is dear to me; in it, I see a happy man. A possible story. A certain fantasy. How the tables have turned. I look at it and whisper “I…

Listen.

Don’t ask me what is wrong,Don’t tell me what is right;Don’t say there will be lightAt the end of the night. Don’t expect me to be strong,Stop looking for a fight;Within me liesA never ending fright. There are blacks,There is white,The Grays you don’t noticeIs what we call life;You give me your timeAnd you will…

My condolences.

Everything has an end. Your favourite music, the book that got you hooked, delicious food, heck! Even life itself. What do we do when we hear of someone’s death? Offer condolences? What good are condolences for? They’re just momentary, fleeting sympathies forgotten with time. The best thing we can do for the dead is to…

Now and never.

Oh you don’t have to remember my name nor come, pay respects to my decaying mane; Don’t bother, memories shall fade; don’t cry, tears only come in vain; What I am is what shall remain, what I was is a disappearing stain. Life goes on, death lives on.

Come on in.

I think of blues as flowers grow out of the bruise; the rusty old chair sings songs of you. Eyes have shrunk, tears have dried, wrinkles on my skin have nothing to hide. Life was bittersweet, people fell like teeth; I wash my hands with a few good deeds; you know, to live is to…

you never let go.

Everything I let go of is everything I hold on to. How ironic, this feeling of letting go is; You think you let go of things and people, you think. It’s not letting go. You never let go. You live with them. Let go, my ass.

Stars. We’re stars.

We’re all stars lighting up someone’s sky. We’re all stars, fading away like glimpses of distant light. We’re all stars, only alive for the night.

Memory

Carved on trees, is my name; papers carry my words, the life has been shallow, haven’t tasted fame; you will forget my voice, when have we last talked? Come atop the mountain, sit by the little red rock; say my name, you will see me walk To you, I sing this song, Let me die…

Dreams.

Sometimes I wish I could remember my dreams; Sometimes I wish You were just a dream.

A Short letter.

I’ve written about you. What I write are lies but trust me when I tell you; when you’re home, in the darkness, the shadows desert you, the wind carries whispers and the sky ain’t always blue. Would you miss me then? When I don’t have a name anymore, when my body doesn’t walk around, when…

Darkness.

I walk in the shadows, I dwell in the past Lurking in pain, the night is all I ask People are mirages, smoky, the path Voices are fleeting and aghast Hope starts to decay, ghosts come alive Guilt takes over, raining down the sky I walk further, I bear the pain For this life has…

Leave me.

Lay me down, put me to rest; The time is now, easy and slow. Under the skies, warm and clear; In the muddy ground, devoid of snow; Six feet under, leave me alone.

I’m done chasing the ghosts of our past,I wish it were a reality,But we both knew it wouldn’t last. You broke my wings,I hid my plight,But I never hinderedYour will to fly; There’s no way your words will lead meBack into that path,I set you free, then,For if we’re meant to be, we shall meet…

Time and words.

You may die, I may perish; Memories fade and People forget to cry For you, for love; But we live, We stand tall; As long as I’m here, As long as I write; For until my time is done, Everyday is forever, Every minute, A lifetime.

An old draft 2

I wish I could write a poem for you, darling; I wish I could sing for you but I laugh at that thought because it’d be as fake as our love. You wanted a pastime and I was lonely. Perfect match eh? Probably not. Oh how I hated your giggles! Remember when you laughed out…

Hey! 🐛

How do you even exist, You fragile thing? I could hurt you with a touch And a gentle smile Can make you sing. Why do you like your cage, And the life you’re living? When you can fly high Never soil your feet again? My heart had mellowed Feeling your fingers on my chest; My…

An old draft.

Whatever we said to each other and everything that meant the world to us; the silence, stolen kisses, moments up against the wall, sharing food, staring at stars that fall, words said, promises made, the home we dreamt of, the world we wanted to tour; They don’t mean shit now. Remember when you said you’d…

Rumination

Six feet under I sleep Bones rotting away Under this heap I lay Buried with me Are my memories Do you regret having no say? Does your pride numb the pain?

Oneself.

How does it feel When you break free from Those chains? What is it like When all your efforts go In vain? Is there pain When you carry all that blame? Tell me, brother, I heard you say “It’s all the same” Is your soul now A relic of your past? Do you feel your…