Flat lines.

I placed my hand upon your chest
your heartbeat, slow and steady
in tandem with the tick and tock
as time chimed a morbid melody

You lay there in despair,
as I tried to read to you,
a stranger with a static stare,
if only this voice could make it through,
    
Is it too late for a word,
at least a twitch or a goodbye
it’s been months since I’ve heard
your lips unfurl a sigh..

A pretty portrait of inertia
pale, a hue of red
it was you in coma,
yet the numbness was in my head

The scattered green designs,
started to show a flat line,
one of the last signs,
our worlds would cease to intertwine.

Dark Necessities

There is a certain kind of darkness,
enveloping our environment,
in the form of a government
empowered by the greed for progress,

Repressively religious policies,
leading to cultural atrophy,
for chaos has a new identity,
behind orange strands of white supremacy

The power of a choice,
between monsters and democratic mires,
countries being led by demagogues,
pathetic principals, proficient perjurers

It has been noted that their fallacies,
enforced, via overnight misery
promises by a white knight,
forsaking the plebeians plight

We are puppets on strings,
threading pompous plans and opulent things,
giving in to the grandeur of greed,
knowingly sowing corruption’s seed

We’ve succumbed to blasphemy
publicized by media-ocre gimmicks,
buckling to societal entropy
proving that we’re all just cynics

These dark necessities,
are what humans have embraced,
if only we all could see,
what humanity has erased.

Grief.

Inspired by the song Insurgentes by Steven Wilson


I used to be, irreplaceable
yet now you’re fading,
so irresistible,

You decay,
as I watch,
you obey,
my touch..

Every passing day,
you try to let go
I’ll find a way,
to surround you in sorrow,

I bring tears
laced across as facial veins,
like desolate railway tracks
contoured across barren planes

You decay,
on my watch,
in dismay,
as I touch..

Do not resist me,
i’m only hear to teach,
lessons you will learn
once I have breached

All these walls,
you built so you can hide,
all your flaws,
my shelter to reside,

You decay..
as I watch..
you obey..
as I touch..

I am grief,
I reside within your soul,
you stare at me in disbelief,
as I consume you whole

Dead Memories Vol 3.0

In time, promises were made
over sea-view cafes and promenades,
when words were whispered over the societal din
of harrowed glances and uncertain whims

Moments turned to stories
when worlds intertwined,
stories to memories
with your hand in mine

Through all the running and hiding,
and the fallacies we learnt to bury
to watch time, and how it was binding
the intricacies of our story

The inevitability of life,
where all good things descend
into the realm of chaos,
where hearts are blind, and minds begin to bend

The uncertainty of a feigned smile,
prodding for loopholes in our defenses
as the distant drumbeat of denial,
laid waste to our pretenses,

Dreams were laid waste like broken bottles,
scattered across our boulevard
As fate furnished her ferocity,
these dead memories leave me scarred.

 

Catastrophe and the cure.

Father tell me, where did I go wrong?
was it when I hurt your creation,
showed her just how strong,
is my damnation,

Was it when I coerced,
my masculinity onto her,
branding and bruising her spirit soul,
to be her conqueror

Is it that I chose to deceive,
thousands, under your guise,
with a prayer and a tether,
falsehood, and celestial alibis

Or was it when I unleashed my fury
showering kin and kind with my lust for lead,
binding them in agony
over decisions made by select country heads

It sure wasn’t when I induced,
the fires and the flames
for these lands are mine to abuse,
and these lives are mere game,

Am I not entitled to all the luxury,
for my color and creed are my bespoken mark,
a darker shade and one’s deemed unworthy,
yet we sleep peacefully in the dark

So father, why do you not reward,
much have I done for your attention,
thought we’d have struck a chord,
after I gifted you many a nation,

O Father tell me, do you hear them in prayer?
watch their tears, and feel their despair,
they hope that they can endure,
not knowing that they are the catastrophe, and the cure.

Chemicals.

I believe i’m stuck,
motionless and unable,
to understand this life,
no more an opulent fable..

I find myself,
with raindrops rampaging my skin,
the 3 am melancholy,
singing to the serotonin

my eyes are slowly skipping
what my heart wishes to see,
the mind withholds a fervent rage
to let it all be

A numbness due to neurosis,
as i succumb to this frailty
lay waste to my garden of roses,
my roses of revelry

paranoia has found its grip,
a visceral claw bending my will
letting go for casual guilt trips,
between papers and prescription pills

its the chemicals in my head,
a concoction of all the things unsaid
subscribed to a grand lie,
it was the dopamine instead

the pills starve the sorrow
and the futile feelings within,
against a soul so hollow
will i ever win?

Interstellar

Interstellar
Far away, in their home
I see the stars blazing
basking in the glowing monochrome
of the sun’s eternal sunshine

Dust and desire have carved empires
of galactic and gaian descent,
nebulae and emperors, black holes and conquerors,
a beginning and an end

Much like the stars,
our minds are burning
for the soul is at war
and our hearts are unforgiving

When stars die, they turn to dust;
from dust we were born
and for all eternity they twinkle
forever a hope for souls forlorn

As you gaze into the darkness
one of those silent starry serene nights
observing the birth and death of a star
witnessing life in all its glorious lights. 

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