Sweet burning melancholia.

I saw the streets from my window
Cold winter nights passed by
Lights flickered beneath crimson curtains
Of shadows waving goodbye

Snowflakes fell on the carpet
Of patterns, various in size
Footsteps came and departed
The doorbells echoed a familiar cry

A fire crackled in the hearth
As memories were burnt
Of a bittersweet symphony
The day you never returned

So I sat and stared at the door
Awaiting your suffocating silence
Cobwebs and dust covered the violence
Even home missed your familiar scent

So I watch the streets from my window
A silhouette of paranoia
And I see all these shadows
Of a sweet burning melancholia.


She saw the sun’s fiesty fire
She watched the sky cradling the moon
Sensed the earths empowering desire
As the wind carried the gloom

Man chimed in with rage
An intermittent disease
A leaf turned into a page
Destruction put the heart at ease

The gallows had been flowing
As mother nature seemed to mourn
For her children she had lost
From a forest now forlorn

She looked up at humanity
Nurturing his ill will
A song and a sigh of apathy
Mother nature stood still

Relentless as man was
His greed knew no bounds
Driven by his flaws
Not even sparing the mighty clouds

The tempest winds blew
The ocean beds shivered
Suddenly, man knew
The wrath he had incurred

White ashes filled the sky
As earth began to tease
The end or a beginning
He saw chaos, she saw peace

To dust they were born, to dust they owed
For time held captive a powerful force
One only mother had known
Love she had seen and love she had showed.


You sang to me a lullaby
While I was all tucked in
A state of comatose
Father time stood still

You held my cold hands
In search for a twitch
A prayer and a whisper later
Father time stood still

All I hear is the sound of silence
A melodious malady
Your fingers unfurl a tale of violence
A story I cannot see

My beady black eyes
Can see the darkness within
A teardrop snivels down your cheek
I feel the rainfall on my skin

You lay there enveloped in despair
Feeding me with hopeful lies
In this state of comatose
I could see through closed eyes.

Radiowaves of the damned.

Surrounded by these walls
A prisoner in my mind
Caged to your frequencies
Nothing more left to find

Familiar sound of static
Escapes into the darkness
Could I be more erratic
Will I see the end of this

Another day to smother
These channels that do remind
Ive tried not to bother
The demons I left behind

To memories of old and new
Of volumes way too large
Finding a way to subdue
The tears that begin to charge

So I search for myself
Inside the radio waves of the damned
All I find are broken rhythms
Which you and I wished to have planned.


Things are never what they seem
Another one of life’s hypocrisies
All you wish for and all you dream
Letting go of the in-between

Hanging on in limbo
It was all inside your head
Things that you see now
Things you never said

So close , yet so far
Glaring at the dark blue sky
Wish and want at the shooting stars
But even demons can fly

The avarice of time
Vivifying moments best left to decay
Rush of blood through these rhymes
A drop of ink in my veins

Echoes in my mind
Reminding me of a decadent scheme
All along I’ve been trying to find
A spark of life in this broken realm.


Cover me whole
Moonlights got me bleeding
Seeping through my soul
A beautiful awakening

The stars align ,
Constellations shine ,
Worlds intertwine ,
The perfect parallel..

Never felt so alive
As memories do amass..
As the tides of time treacherously trespass.
The thresholds where despair would thrive..

A vicious vortex of virulent veracity..
Where everything dies..
Another layer of conformity..
The light behind your lies..

Here and now , the other realm..
Where nothing stands on ceremony..
In your mind , another dream..
How long till you find your infinity.

Demolition Lovers

He loved , she dared..
Entangled in their history..
However much they cared..
Together was not their story..

He burns his cigarettes ,
She writes her texts ,
All she has are a few alphabets,
Tears write up the rest..

He befriended seclusion..
While she built her facades..
Her memories , his absolution ,
Another shout out to god..

He burnt his bridges , She built her walls..
And hence began their cold war..
“Happy birthdays” were their only calls..
“If onlys” , their only rapport..

They were demolition lovers..
Destroying each other in their eternity..
They were shrapnelproof..
Blown apart by their grenades of infinity..