Saturday, 22 August 2015

A Nostalgic Memory

Where am I?
Where are we?
It feels like I've been here,
and you have too.

Insides our eyes,
things that we see,
A reality of our fears,
escaping from a truth.

Yet it feels so old,
like a memory within my soul.
Have we been here before,
have we passed through the same door?

Am I awake,
am I sleeping?
I can't find answers,
but I know I'm breathing.

I remember this feeling,
once dwelling in a dream.
Smiling while I was bleeding,
captured by the timeless beams.

It's nostalgic; this place,
this emptiness and abyss.
Yet by some unknown grace,
I can still feel a bliss. 

I remember it; and you remember too,
like the heart of Decembers truth.
It's a memory that we've lived,
sometimes despair;
yet sometimes a gift.

Thursday, 20 August 2015

No Emotion To Touch

How can it be that the road is at an end,
my pen has finally run out of it's poetic ink.
The lines of the book filled; a tired pen,
and a brain that now struggles to think.

A heart in conflict with itself; so confused,
It's misguided and lost it's once home truth.
where is the pool of rhythms I once used,
lost deep in my mind; I've lost my muse.

Now I can't seem to find a word that cures,
Now I can't build sentences that will heal.
The passion is dying; all that was so pure,
And that which guided me is forever sealed.

Why do I now yearn for the cold touch of death,
why is there havoc in the depths of my head?
I have no more answers but so many questions,
and my pen just won't write again; not even a breath.

So many tears fall; my emotions imbued in the earth,
yet I can't write whatever it is in my heart that hurts.
I can't find the words; no where in this lonely world,
No escape to this prison of questioning my worth.

Whatever I felt was the fuel to the melodies I wrote,
but now I'm bereft of it; not even a glimmer of hope.
My pen stays in it's place gathering specks of dust,
just as my heart is without an emotion to touch.

Wednesday, 19 August 2015

My heart beats no more

My heart has stopped beating,
I can't find the same feelings.
Why does it feel like I'm bleeding,
you were the reason I kept breathing,
and for you my mind had kept pleading.

Today my mind has different thoughts,
the internal conflict has ended; no more wars.
My heart wanted you; but my mind doubted,
the question was asked; is love just a door?
Or are there other ways and paths around it?

Does another open when this one closes,
or does it just stay shut till it's found?
I used to just stare at it wilfully hoping,
Never shedding a tear; never making a sound,
and waiting for the absolute right moment.

Then you found your way into my life,
making all sorts of promises to dry my eyes.
I never once doubted what you called truth,
and decided to just make you forever mine,
and eventually I fell; I had fallen in love with you.

Yet you came; you promised and you still left,
and now theres a limit to my very last breath.
This pain makes me yearn for the touch of death,
It's unbearable; the despair currently in my head,
And for many sleepless nights I find no rest.

You broke my heart like so many others,
how false you were when you had told me,
that you had wanted to be my child's mother,
I'm so glad it ended before you could hold me.
A false little devil; and there'll be another.

You wasted my time; you wasted my affections,
Why did I love you so; you were an infection.
What was the cure and remedy for love,
because from cupids deadly poison; 
there seems to be no  protection.

You were an infliction; you started wars,
From little to no reason.
And though I gave you more than my all,
You still wanted more.
I guess you changed quicker than the seasons,
and I've lost my hope to love anymore.

Saturday, 15 August 2015


How do we describe it when our lonely hearts fight,
the inconceivable beauty of the very blissful starlights.
Do we indulge on what we see with our hearts eyes?
Understanding our thoughts is truly hard, right?

Sometimes we are forced to our knees till our tears fall,
and those moments are the same when our fears call.
An overwhelming darkness that grasps our very souls,
but when and if we ever smile again; will it heal all?
Lets pray to God; the almighty one deity that hears all,
blessing us in times of darkness like the light that reveals halls.

Do we contemplate on the miracles of life that pass by,
Do we create our own perceptions and theories of our past lives?
Everything we see; that we perceive with our own eyes,
do we believe it at first or do our thoughts die?

A struggle of the soul; a conflict against temptations and desires,
The mystic embers within the essence of a blazing fire.
So many truths we are yet to grasp and understand,
to which height will we reach on the luminous pyre? 

The sun when it sets in orange and red magnificence,
there is no beauty like it; or ever has been.
The moon in full gleaming awe; on which wishes are made,
Could it alone be something that changes many fates?

Thursday, 13 August 2015

The Mirror

Looking in the mirror,
I see me as I am.
I see the same picture,
though I want to be a man.

Whenever I move it moves,
it's just a reflection of truth.
Another reality behind glass,
staring right back at you.

I lift my hand,
It lifts it's hand.
Of course it would,
It's just me as glass
I wonder if it can feel,
It couldn't be that real.
what if I punched it,
would only my knuckles bleed?

Does it also have a beating heart,
could it also hear the speaking stars?
Does it have a creeping tower shadow,
questions as I look down at the bleeding shards

Just glass stuck in my knuckles,
and if I look closely,
my reflection seems to chuckle.
Is it just my mind playing tricks,
like when I thought my love would hold me?

And then I slowly find the answer,
it is just another plague like cancer.
The illusion of wanting, the haunting desire,
the devil's tools to make time go faster.
My mind can't break the barrier of reality,
and my heart is drowning in love's cage.
Trapped and imprisoned because of my fallacies,
and it seems I've carved out my doomed fate.