finally....
winters with cold of many other winters blow through on to the embers of a dying love;
the ground and soil breathes a sigh of relief, war-torn
the air feels like my breath....
the plague that love carried in its veiny black veils has receded and wasted an era of generations in my land of love
innocence was raped to hunger.....and finally the tears that fell freely struggle through the scapes of cheeks, the last few drops of pain, pure, pain, tears of better times and happiness shed thru their last minutes of suffering..
the heart crumbles into rest , it beat everday for nobody to come, the coffin of loneliness is cosy home to darkness, ravaged by the fires of desire, attachment, an era of youth wasted...and the wastelands lie now in deathstricken sleep shamed but relieved, teary eyed but sated from the fires that ravaged it and its memories of a happy time gone long ago...
happy times...sigh...is the only thing i can say..the only thing thing that becomes the remains scant of my heart....
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
I am lost to creativity
as i am lost to most other things in this world
they are all beautiful yet distant;
i live in the stem of my money plant;
i dream on star lit nights
like everyone else
most people r rid of me
it does matter to some;
they eyes r dreamy and teary eyed;
the moon is silent like a crater of ice
i must go to bed in my lil stem;
the waves come rushing
but they wont drown me
neither would they raise me up to the heavens
or to the pearly moon light
i sleep knowing the waves rumble inside the walls of my mind
i sleep knowing i will be raised to heaven after my time is done and i will go to a distant land
the land of my mind
and i shall die into air from there
beautiful things last in that land
things that are delicate regenerate
i get broken in peices but all r home to me everwhere i guess
i must look at the moonlight for succor and peace and silence
beautiful lies the wastelands of desert ice and stony gravelly sands
as i am lost to most other things in this world
they are all beautiful yet distant;
i live in the stem of my money plant;
i dream on star lit nights
like everyone else
most people r rid of me
it does matter to some;
they eyes r dreamy and teary eyed;
the moon is silent like a crater of ice
i must go to bed in my lil stem;
the waves come rushing
but they wont drown me
neither would they raise me up to the heavens
or to the pearly moon light
i sleep knowing the waves rumble inside the walls of my mind
i sleep knowing i will be raised to heaven after my time is done and i will go to a distant land
the land of my mind
and i shall die into air from there
beautiful things last in that land
things that are delicate regenerate
i get broken in peices but all r home to me everwhere i guess
i must look at the moonlight for succor and peace and silence
beautiful lies the wastelands of desert ice and stony gravelly sands
Monday, February 15, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
clutched the bed cried, choked on my pain, streamed from my eyes,
like i could nt breathe;
wished u'd stay, hoped and prayed,
the spear was stuck, in between me n me;
a hotel room in the dark, silent, unknown, to evrybody;
all those evenings, the lights in your eyes that i saw, the freedom we had,
and you were gone like a dream...leaving me to spiral into darkness, like a falling leaf,
you knew you were mine somewhere, i knew,..
i walk the streets alone at night, i wait, for ages to pass, and for fate to bring you back to me...
i don't think i can love another the way i ve loved you, miss you, every night and morning, i want to wake up to something that feels like hope that i will see you and be with you someday...
miss youuu...
mis youu bad...mis you...
alone..and without you...
like i could nt breathe;
wished u'd stay, hoped and prayed,
the spear was stuck, in between me n me;
a hotel room in the dark, silent, unknown, to evrybody;
all those evenings, the lights in your eyes that i saw, the freedom we had,
and you were gone like a dream...leaving me to spiral into darkness, like a falling leaf,
you knew you were mine somewhere, i knew,..
i walk the streets alone at night, i wait, for ages to pass, and for fate to bring you back to me...
i don't think i can love another the way i ve loved you, miss you, every night and morning, i want to wake up to something that feels like hope that i will see you and be with you someday...
miss youuu...
mis youu bad...mis you...
alone..and without you...
Monday, January 18, 2010
the boy who lost his love...
Once there was a shepherd boy who did'nt have any friends
he was shunned by the girls and left alone by the boys cos he was weird;
alone and with no one to play with, and shunned by the world;
he wanted to be the cynosure of everyone's eyes
he wanted the world to see him and be with him
he wanted the girls to talk to him
so he prayed to god, god help me fix my future, "Let the girls fall in love with me"
and so God heard his prayers and gave him a magical lute,
and so his lute would produce the most beautiful music, the ones that his listeners would love to hear, and hence fall in love with him
He had the power now, the power that lured people to him
the power over their hearts;
and yet it came at a price, God told him that if he ever fell in love, the lute would fail to work its charm
he agreed readily, the power of a new life, was with him, no more would he be among the millions,
he'd be something special!!!
On he went then, charming the millions, collecting little experiences as a hunter collects his trophies..
In time it all came as a routine to him, he would play the lute and the girls would want to be with him, and the guys be him, he was perfecting the art of luring his victims into his enigma, his playfulness, and his desire to play what they wanted to hear..
and did they love it..
she was one among them, among the many who had heard his fame as the lurer of the lute, had big eyes, she did and like the others, she had a playful smile,
he liked being with her and thought she was attractive, dusky, and like a precocious child, curious about his methods with women and men in general;
he liked telling her things just like he loved listening to her, watching her, as her eyes rose and fell, in the passing tides of her stories...;
she was beautiful, as she drew attention from him like a playful child:) the lute was forgotten, and it became her song that he became interested in...;
he knew he was slipping, but he liked becoming interested in her;
he woke now, every morning, with a face he wanted to see, hers;
and a place that he wanted to be, right next to her..:)
and a moment away from her, it pained him....her long black loveley hair he missed;
her smiles with meanings dipped in love, he missed when she was not with him;
the torture, of loving, slowly began to unfold its vice like grip over him....
he hated losing her to anybody...
he was so lost in her; he never knew, far less cared, with what happened to him...
he never bothered, but with, being with her,
every shadow that was cast in her eyes, he spotted, and he would want to hold and tell...what it was.....soothe her, kiss her eyeslids, and tell her nothing mattered when they were together...
and so his fear grew alongside his need to hold her, possess her, the fear of losing her made him go crazy..
he did sweet things for her, remembered to make her feel special, and in time she began to rule over his heart;
She was evrything he wanted in a woman, like a child she was tender in love, beautiful,she was, sensuous in her eyes;
and she belonged to him for a period that began magically...
his fear grew as did the dust on his lute, and he never cared for it,
but time went on and she had always belonged to someone, someone else, and someday she said they would live and be together..
the shepherd boy's fear grew and grew, and his tunes began to haunt him,
her fears were such that since he posessed the lute, he would charm and enchant and go away from her;
his fears, he could but only play out as his music so that, she would realise, how blinded to everything, like a madman, he needed her....
and how more than anything else in this world, he needed her....
but the curse came true, with the boon he asked...
he broke the strings of his lute, playing for her, all the tunes that he knew, that he had cared to learn to make her see..
that he loved her more than anything else in this world......
and she fell deaf to these tunes, and she grew ever more concerned and dreamy, in his eyes, of her life with this other person, a person he knew not;
he could see her move farther and farther away from him, in her eyes, everyday now, it seemed...so....
his fears began to play on him now..the tunes he had learnt proved wasteful, he could not bring the only true love of his life into his world...
he was stuck in a place, lonely, and could only watch as she moved away from him....
he wanted to grab something, get hold of his life, but failed..
she went away....from him..with her long black dreamlike hair..and her black eyes..filled with love....
she did not listen to his tunes , his lute proved useless with his love..
finally, broken from despair over her loss, - he wailed,
choked with pain, he wailed so loudly, so loudly, that no one ever heard him....and walked by him....
wails does he now,... the lonley shepherd boy........
he was shunned by the girls and left alone by the boys cos he was weird;
alone and with no one to play with, and shunned by the world;
he wanted to be the cynosure of everyone's eyes
he wanted the world to see him and be with him
he wanted the girls to talk to him
so he prayed to god, god help me fix my future, "Let the girls fall in love with me"
and so God heard his prayers and gave him a magical lute,
and so his lute would produce the most beautiful music, the ones that his listeners would love to hear, and hence fall in love with him
He had the power now, the power that lured people to him
the power over their hearts;
and yet it came at a price, God told him that if he ever fell in love, the lute would fail to work its charm
he agreed readily, the power of a new life, was with him, no more would he be among the millions,
he'd be something special!!!
On he went then, charming the millions, collecting little experiences as a hunter collects his trophies..
In time it all came as a routine to him, he would play the lute and the girls would want to be with him, and the guys be him, he was perfecting the art of luring his victims into his enigma, his playfulness, and his desire to play what they wanted to hear..
and did they love it..
she was one among them, among the many who had heard his fame as the lurer of the lute, had big eyes, she did and like the others, she had a playful smile,
he liked being with her and thought she was attractive, dusky, and like a precocious child, curious about his methods with women and men in general;
he liked telling her things just like he loved listening to her, watching her, as her eyes rose and fell, in the passing tides of her stories...;
she was beautiful, as she drew attention from him like a playful child:) the lute was forgotten, and it became her song that he became interested in...;
he knew he was slipping, but he liked becoming interested in her;
he woke now, every morning, with a face he wanted to see, hers;
and a place that he wanted to be, right next to her..:)
and a moment away from her, it pained him....her long black loveley hair he missed;
her smiles with meanings dipped in love, he missed when she was not with him;
the torture, of loving, slowly began to unfold its vice like grip over him....
he hated losing her to anybody...
he was so lost in her; he never knew, far less cared, with what happened to him...
he never bothered, but with, being with her,
every shadow that was cast in her eyes, he spotted, and he would want to hold and tell...what it was.....soothe her, kiss her eyeslids, and tell her nothing mattered when they were together...
and so his fear grew alongside his need to hold her, possess her, the fear of losing her made him go crazy..
he did sweet things for her, remembered to make her feel special, and in time she began to rule over his heart;
She was evrything he wanted in a woman, like a child she was tender in love, beautiful,she was, sensuous in her eyes;
and she belonged to him for a period that began magically...
his fear grew as did the dust on his lute, and he never cared for it,
but time went on and she had always belonged to someone, someone else, and someday she said they would live and be together..
the shepherd boy's fear grew and grew, and his tunes began to haunt him,
her fears were such that since he posessed the lute, he would charm and enchant and go away from her;
his fears, he could but only play out as his music so that, she would realise, how blinded to everything, like a madman, he needed her....
and how more than anything else in this world, he needed her....
but the curse came true, with the boon he asked...
he broke the strings of his lute, playing for her, all the tunes that he knew, that he had cared to learn to make her see..
that he loved her more than anything else in this world......
and she fell deaf to these tunes, and she grew ever more concerned and dreamy, in his eyes, of her life with this other person, a person he knew not;
he could see her move farther and farther away from him, in her eyes, everyday now, it seemed...so....
his fears began to play on him now..the tunes he had learnt proved wasteful, he could not bring the only true love of his life into his world...
he was stuck in a place, lonely, and could only watch as she moved away from him....
he wanted to grab something, get hold of his life, but failed..
she went away....from him..with her long black dreamlike hair..and her black eyes..filled with love....
she did not listen to his tunes , his lute proved useless with his love..
finally, broken from despair over her loss, - he wailed,
choked with pain, he wailed so loudly, so loudly, that no one ever heard him....and walked by him....
wails does he now,... the lonley shepherd boy........
Sunday, January 3, 2010
an evening at the beach...
lonely now...
as the evening sea breeze..
nameless now...as the stars that shine far away....
pick rocks from the sand..pieces of my heart..
they belong here..someone's left them for me...
she will come back again in a thousand years for me....
till then....lonely now...as the wet sea breeze..
nameless now..as the lands she has covered....
as the evening sea breeze..
nameless now...as the stars that shine far away....
pick rocks from the sand..pieces of my heart..
they belong here..someone's left them for me...
she will come back again in a thousand years for me....
till then....lonely now...as the wet sea breeze..
nameless now..as the lands she has covered....
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