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.

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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

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?

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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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..

Disasterpiece

Follow you into the chasm..
Of words unspoken and crass..
Another game of charades you play..
Enveloped by your walls of glass..

Plastic promises and plans ,
Gripped by the claws of apathy..
Kiting my desire for more..
Blinded by bouts of insanity..

The end of the beginning ,
Where everything feels like infinity ,
A freakshow with no viewers..
Life as its meant to be..

Forever lost in the breeze of reality..
Trying to vivify memories..
All that it left was a disasterpiece..
Of scars and moments never meant to be.