In Circles

You looked at me one last time,
a fleeting glance, at best,
no words, no witty  remark or rhyme,
just a moment we put to rest,

as you walked away,
we knew it was the end,
there was nothing left to make us stay,
so we picked up the pieces and tried to mend,

our broken souls,
the few fragments we could find,
trying to cleanse ourselves whole,
from each others minds,

and I guess we did succeed,
until once again, we met,
the same coffee shop where we freed,
the memories which made us regret

at first, I was uncertain,
but then it dawned on me,
that we were free from our burden,
and we had set each other free

but that was not the end,
for another street holds that glory,
when I saw you walking with a friend,
and all you could do was avoid me,

and this time, I did not break the ice,
for both of us could clearly see,
you were the versa, I the vice,
of all that we could be

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Reversal

Heavily inspired by the song Lazarus by Steven Wilson. The song is about loss and about a mother reaching out to her child from beyond the grave. I attempted to bring forth a version presented from the point of view of the child reaching out to his mother from this realm. It follows a tune similar to the one in the song.
Feedback would be very much appreciated!

As a chilling touch,
scrapes my elbow,
I can feel your icy scent
through the morgue,

and then a voice inside my head,
breaks into a monologue,
you say,

Hold me now,
cause I’ll be gone, nevermore,
as my mind is revealing,
all the things I’d never shown,

Your words still lingers,
they help me cope,
for in the darkness of my world,
you were my hope,

So hold me now,
cause I’ll be gone, nevermore,
as my mind is revealing
all the things you’d never know

So hold me now,
cause I’ll be gone, nevermore,
as my mind is revealing
the time lost in woe,

Oh Mother, I’m so sorry,
I could not hold onto you,
my vision seems so blurry,
tears have run through,

(all these years are screaming, as silence now holds onto you)

So hold me now,
cause I’ll be gone, nevermore,
as my soul is revealing,
all the things i let go,

So hold me now,
cause I’ll be gone, nevermore,
as my soul is revealing
the world I let go…

 

Spirit

Inspired by the song Nothing Compares to you  – covered by Chris Cornell.


It’s been 2 years and 15 days,
and I’m glad to see your back,
but you return, in every drunken haze,
the voice that leads every throwback,

You arrive once again,
sweet sullen symphony,
its crazy how a voice can drain,
all forms of sobriety

I feel worn out,
I’m tired of listening,
You go on about,
How I’ve been drinking,

to avoid you, 
and your conversations,
nothing seems true,
just like your expectations,

your voice makes me sweat,
as your monologue is heated with threats,
I light another cigarette
smoke away my regrets,

I just want another drink,
to drown out your voice,
damned if i could think,
that you were giving me a choice,

I look at you, in tears,
as you stare back with limp eyes,
questioning all of these years,
had I spent them living lies?

despair begins to revel
as I try one last time,
to deal with my devil
parley with a pantomime,

I try to seduce you,
serenade you with my squabbles,
but tonight you stay true
to the illusions of the bottles

you walk away,
and I’m rooted like a stone,
good riddance for the day,
as the alcohol numbs me to the bone

i feel lost,
I’m tired of following,
our paths, which crossed,
and the decadence you were offering.

So I let sleep carry me through,
as your voice is receding,
nothing compares to you,
as I feel the world fading.

..

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.

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.

 

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.

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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