Departures and Arrivals

Of loving, not loving
Of a million last goodbyes,
Final departures from station platforms
And surprise arrival plans..

Repeat telecasts that play,
Hijacking our thoughts
Projected on the silver screen
Of our gullible minds.

Tempting us. Boring us.
We’re puppets of our own design.

Everyday is just the same
As different as another,
A long rehearsal for tomorrow..
A grand finale maybe, or no.

Dust laden window panes
Washing away in the evening rain,
Eyes grown heavy over time
To steal a wink and up again.

Hello! Good Morning (I say),
Wonder if we’re there yet..

Pain

It starts like a seed
A magic weed
That grows without water
Not food
Nor love.

A day soon comes
When you’re engulfed,
Drops of paralysis
Like a swarm
Of bees.

It is now your master
You its slave,
Is there an equation
For reversal,
Escape?

When at night you sleep
And dream of death,
Make no mistake,
It is near
It is near.

Knocking in your ears
Mocking at your guts
Throbbing in your temples
Your eyes
Shut it wide.

Push the needle through
Let yourself go numb,
With the colours flashing by
You’ll know
You are nigh.

Do not speak a word
So pain will never know
About your secret death machine
Advent of
The medicine.

Consider This

Consider that I lied to you
Yes… today,
And it wasn’t the first time either.
Consider that I’ve been with another
At the coffee shop
Like every other Wednesday.
Consider that I abruptly hung up his
Phone late last night,
When your mother came visiting with dinner.
Consider I have a mind of my own
A whimsical untamed being
Over which no one had control.
Consider none of this was happening
Unreal, only teasing
And you were still alive, here on my lap.

But you couldn’t believe me, could you?
You’re too far gone by now.
So who have I been lying to?

Excuse moi

While words leak out o’ your mouth
Excuse me as I stand,
For I have walked for miles,
And reached your den
Before my last child bled.

Tonight, under the moonless sky
Excuse me as I stand,
For I cannot move an inch
And all I ask, is for a kiss
Before I too am dismissed.

The Empty Cup

I need to write
I need to know
The urge to flow
Inside of me,
Into your soul
And out of here
No more scars, no
No more fear..
A strange girl,
So strange I be
With a million MEs
Inside of me,
Laughing, Crying
Talking loud
Loving, Touching
Emptied out..

Fill my cup, fill my cup
Let it flow let it flow..
Drink me up, drink me up
Let me go let me go..

Flurries in Silence

Eau de cologne..
A whiff that tricks my soul..
Believing things that are not there
But I’m trying to control,

I’m trying to control
Though I’m thoroughly confused
Flurry of wings in darkness
While my silence seems misused,

My silence misused
By those who claim they love,
For even if they’re fooling me
They fit me like a glove,

Fit me like a glove
They do, What have I become..
For I believe that which I cannot trust
So I’ll let my mind go numb.

Let my mind go numb
So I can breathe again,
A heave, a sigh, right now, just once,
Or forever must I refrain..

Bed Tea

I walk into our room
Teacups balanced on the tray,
You lay there, under the crushed sheets
Gentle, at peace, like a baby at rest.

You awake as I place the tray
On the table next to your head,
You look confused, and then smile
Kissing your forehead, I smile back as well.

One lingering whisper
Lumps in my throat..
“Dear boy, is she pretty?”
You stare. I know.

And so, I take my leave..

I take my leave.
Farewell..

I walk into our room

Teacups balanced on the tray,

You lay there, under the crushed sheets

Gentle, at peace, like a baby at rest.

 

You awake as I place the tray

On the table next to your head,

You look confused, and then smile

Kissing your forehead, I smile back as well.

 

One lingering whisper

Lumps in my throat..

“Dear boy, is she pretty?”

You stare. I know.

 

And so, I take my leave..

 

I take my leave.

Farewell..

Random Ramblings of the Lunatic

What would you do
If you went to bed
But the night wanted you
To stay awake..

You’d look outside the window sill
And lose yourself in memories
Of the times we still were kids..

You’d close your eyes
And want to sleep
In order to wake
On that perfect day;
But deep inside you’d always know
You cannot fool your soul!

Is this why you walk the streets,
And peep through windows every eve,
Wondering if there’s another soul
– anyone at all –
Who knew the answers to your prayers,
And take you in her arms?

On Turning 24

When dreams collide with fairy-tales
A fantastic world awakes…
Where snails fly past a sleeping earth
Giraffes stretch out their necks,
Fireflies glow brighter still
Before the morning breaks.

A little girl skips cloud to cloud
Daisies in her hand,
The alarm rings, she’s twenty four
Her world comes to a stand.

When suddenly, a fairy, sits gently by her side,
The girl smiles, shuts her eyes, and again she’s a child.

The Monster You Created

I wish you could see me now
Ask me how I’ve been,
So I could look into your eyes
With the tiniest grin;
I’d drive the blade in
With a delicate twist,
And for once in my life
It would not be a dream.
“I’m the monster you created
In your daddy’s name”,
Pity, you cannot read these lines.
What a bloody shame!