Eternal

Eternal

The darkness of the night,
where often, I’d sit and wish,
that someday my will to live,
would perhaps perish

the clock carelessly chimed
as I’d try to get through
to the fears I kept hiding,
and the words that could not subdue,

the chaos in my mind,
and the tears in my soul
the solitude that defined
every action I could not control,

so I stayed awake at night,
plotting, pondering, scheming,
and when the curtains came calling
into darkness, I kept receding,

till the morning light shone,
and I embraced it with a sigh
’twas an ode to a sunny day
’twas another chance to bid goodbye.

 

 

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Flow

I see the sun close out on the river
and feel the wind caress the waves,
a gentle breeze that makes me shiver
reminding me of the days,

where I liked to observe the sunset,
often when I’d like to confine,
watching as the waves beset
calmly against the shoreline

and I’d feel rather secure,
for I could speak of my yesteryear’s
and the crashing of the waves would ensure,
that nobody knew of my fears

the river would glimmer,
as the moonlight put to place,
the silver gleam of summer,
strewn across the surface,

that is when I loved gazing into the horizon,
lost in introspection
I’d see the tide slowly rising
serenading me with my reflection

and I would always refuse,
to accept that it could be,
the reason as to why I’m so confused,
was staring back at me,

and that tells me all I need to know,
about who can save me,
and just as the river flows
I’ll let time set me free.

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

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.

..

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.

 

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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