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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Homecoming.

 

There were many stories to be told
some, i have only smelt
from the pure fragrance of petrichor
to the wintry crisp cold

 

What was once sand and sea
now lies conquered in concrete
The world you once ravaged 
now lies obsolete

 

I remember the technicolor gardens
and monochrome meadows, 
all those days spent
around dusty windows

 

When waiting didn’t last an eternity
only between scarves and sweaters
when the only melody
was the fluttering of letters

 
For far too long
I missed the crunching of your feet,
the caress of your fingers on webbed walls;
even the ones between two eyes and a heartbeat

Age and time had been alluring,
as I awaited your silhouette
the bucolic sunset faded with regret,
there would be no homecoming.

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Ephemeral.

Would you know
What it feels like
3 am sobriety
After drinking to you

It’s like watching a flame
Fan the fires within
Burning the desire
To feel your heart

Two, we were once
None, we are now
The nuances of time
Our boundaries defied

Cursed was every touch
That painted memories on my skin
Each scar vividly reflecting
A venomous touch

The melody of words
Tuned into promises and vows
These whispers still resound
Your voice, mellifluous.

The addiction to solitude
The intoxication of intimacy
Your world , sempiternal
Our love, ephemeral.

Shallow souls.

There are shallow souls drowning in violence
yearning for a word or two
you can hear and feel it in their silence
if only goodbyes could make it through

Darkness enveloped their eyes
as black turned their sun
color faded from their lives
as humanity had come undone

Porcelain hearts crawled through alleyways
slowly being crushed by insanity
despair was a guest here to stay
feasting on death’s generosity

Dreams dripped down from their cheeks
as tears tore through with every heartbeat
shrapnel mowed down like thunder from the skies
even god seemed to retreat

Everyday we hear or see,
A widely covered, or an unspoken tragedy
be it Paris, Syria or Malda
has mankind lost its sanctity?

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Sweet burning melancholia.

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

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

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Tempest.

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.