Sepia

the roads are grey, air thin
the essence of the day still within
and the enlightened world is ready
to be engulfed by shadows, by darkness - until the next day
it's a sepia mode of nature
glamour's inherited by trees curvatures
and every creature on the ground
and every object glittering all around
the beauty is overwhelming
pouring out of leaves
and the intimidating cloud
and this beauty knows no bounds
existing in the cold breeze,
and even in the traveller's sounds
it's not for us, mind you
it's how it always has been
only the colour greys
nature always was this way
dark by the night, bright on the day
it is just that you
(the way you lead your life)
fail to appreciate it
try to contempt the sheer beauty
sublime antiquity
the glasses, ripples - in the horizon,
finally engulf the burning sun
and the light goes away, darkness comes to stay
and this is the way it is going to be until the next day.
human, sleep tight,
it's nature's way of telling you goodnight.

The Top

When you're at the top,
Kick a stone and see it drop.
And, see how it falls and listen to the sound -
The stone makes when it rolls and hits the ground.

But, it's not the real height,
If fear of falling keeps you up every night.
Therefore it is best to stay down,
Or, yet, not to frown,

For what happens will happen the next day,
And, if you're you, the top is where you shall stay.

Perfect Romance

camelot, campanile
camisole, cantabile
cantharus, canthus
canyon, capias

(imagine how the situation is)

Let Her Be

Let her be, let her rot in vanity,
In 'Better than her is none', and such stupidity.

Feelings

Feelings
Feelings I have for you
So as to say
Weird, I suppose they are
For they mostly end on dismay

Feelings of dreams, bliss
And of that sort
If only I could explain them
To your un-loving heart

Glances you give me
Time and again
Cause hopes to grow in me
And feelings, I realize, are in vain

Because I know the looks
Looks that you give me then and now
Aren't really meant for me
Even though they touch me somehow

But, know this
These feelings don't die, the grow
Even with the contemptuous face I make
I will always love you
And will keep doing so even after the last breath I take.

Shredded

vanity
vanity in the torn pieces
watching, reading every word you see
trying to apprehend
what it could possibly mean
the pride is unstinting
the discovery undaunting
but, sometimes,
the discovery are not applauded
so, sometimes,
it's better not to rearrange the shreds
for the redone may mean only dreads
like a ghost of the shadow
it might only harm your steps
See,
people aren't always what you except
neither are rules always what you accept
for the thought knows no bounds
pouring, trickling the mind's sounds
and it was unintentional probably or not
but the mistake was in rearranging the plot
forgive me if it aches your heart
disregard what you see, it wasn't my fault.

These aren't just words I've said
what the puzzle on the table has laid
for, such is life, just a gamble
and sometimes,
it's better to keep it scrambled

Random

Yesterday night I went to bed,
when the moon was directly over-head
and as I laid my head across the pillow,
"I wish you loved me too", was all that it said.




Mirage, perfection, a hard to get gold
soft and caring and yet so bold
your eyes are not your all, they're just the additionals
for you are what makes you most, if anyone's ever told



These are just 3 fingers trying to write
at least a bit of you, with all their might
but it seems they're not sufficient though
so, I am not trying this anymore, good night.



I'd be a fool if I thought I know her too well
whether she'll loose every hope of life, only time will tell
and we'll see if she clings on to the life with only a hope
or if she gives it up and hugs on a rope.



I want to erase you, I don't want you to be with me
for falling off, I believe, is the greatest sorrow one can ever see
I don't want the satire pierce me all the way through
But, my stupid think box doesn't ever stop dreaming about you.
However, I will try this with all my heart
even though I don't know if I can or not
Nevertheless, sorrow of loosing you is worst than what I want
and grieving over all that again, that I seriously can't
forgive me for being such a nuisance
farewell darling, good-riddance!

Won't You?

Tease me, won't you? Tease me until I'm dead,
ignore me, laugh at every words I say
say what you feel like, I really won't mind
But, you've got to promise me you'll never leave my side.

Make a joke of me, won't you? I will laugh together
I'll do whatever as long as you promise to smile forever
mock me, won't you? I won't get mad at you
I promise I won't. As long as you want, you can do it too.

for when you are, nobody else is visible to me
and the reasons don't matter, you is all I want you to be
and the sparkle in your eyes is where they are to sit
and if not, the flame in my heart will vanish along with it.

so, be friends with me, won't you? I will always be there
with you, in your smile or tears or even disgust or fear
and I will not bring the world at your feet
for, parallel beauties are impossible to meet
and you are just the one, nobody else was, nobody else is
so, be my darling won't you? I beg you, please.

Silhouette

I watched the sun set low
and the little house at the end of the rainbow
I watched the dusk set in, and the little ones hide
and the silhouette the tree made over the lake side

Pity, I was too far to touch the show,
or see the clouds on the hill tops glow
I just sat there smiling up at the sky
as the evening star looked down at me and smiled

sorrow of distance and yet a joy of getting to stay
I watched it, until the very end of that wonderful day
words wanted to sound but I had nothing to speak
so, I laid on the soft grass and went to sleep

It was cold, but not so to make me quiver
but the solitude there made my body shiver
nonetheless, I turned right and touched the sand
and rest my palm there as I dozed off to a dreamy land.

Hostel

There is a red bin and an empty jar up high,
and a creature here that talks and smiles
the floor is painted here and there in dirt,
while I lie on my bed as I listen to the flirt.

I watch the tiles in the floor gloom
as two fluorescents light up the room
and a shoe here, the right one, on my right
while the left shoe is out of sight

I see the cupboard, the one that's painted green
and the tip of my palm as I hold up my chin
and I realize that, gross, even though it seems
This cold room could very well be somebody's dreams

as I thank any and every I got here through,
for it can't be that I got here all out of blues
and I let go of the chin and hold the blankets tight,
close my eyes and end the night
and murmur whatever I've got left to say
and wait for the sun to refuel for the next day.

Foolish Crime

I just re-remembered the crime I had committed,
as I saw the evidence I thought I had omitted
and realized that I had burnt a rope
while a whole lots of others were left for the suicide to be repeated.

I am just glad she didn't enter the room
had she seen the packet she'd be chasing me with a broom
I can't get myself to believe I left it there, I've got to be insane
need to be careful from now on, I can't let this happen again.

But until then, or until I am broke,
shall I keep tying the knot, fill the room with smoke.

Try Me

You gave me a rest, I couldn't see though
my naive mind always wanted to be more
“a bird flies in the sky, the wind gives it balance”
I became the bird, you just watched in silence
but maybe it wasn't so. Maybe what you did was
I suppose, what to the bird the wind always has
for, I felt you no matter how far apart you'd gone
and I know that the feelings weren't just mine alone.

Perhaps, “it's best to let him be” was on your mind
because, ‘betrayal’, I’ve always known isn't your kind
and that, perhaps, you had tears running down your lips too
and your heart aches, just like mine when I can't feel you.

Love. It always has been a strange entity, hasn't it?
constructive sometimes and sometimes tears you apart bit by bit.
But, it is the best thing that could happen to to any
You've got to be careful though, it's known to have crushed many.

The heart is a vessel, fill it, break it, it doesn't matter
because, the touch remains, even after the pieces scatter.
and besides “never love” and “don’t deny” are the only choices
it'd only be a fool who would not choose the latter

So, thank you, for all the warm words you shared
and all the time (maybe pretentious but) you cared
because you are the best friend I’ve ever lost
and of all the feelings I feel, “you” are what I’ve felt the most.


But, time changes and I realize it's useless to mourn
and maybe just like you said, “it's time to move on”
so, I write this to say that I won't look back anymore
Because, same thing again and again... makes you a bore
and I will find someone full of love, full of grace
and keep her within my heart, hold her with the warmest embrace
And, that's a promise, and my way to share
that you and your memories can rest in peace for all I care.

Graffiti Art

fake emotions, fake voice
vain fame, wrong choice
stop before it cripples your brain
it only offers solitude, there is no gain

there are words you feel are worth at all
but they're like leaves in a cold fall
they aren't worth anything, they have no sense
as long as you don't will to bring down that fence
fence you've made around your home
a garden with a lucky gnome
a dog which is always awake, the leaves cleared with a rake
take my words, nobody's gonna cross it with everything at stake
it's a dark world, lights indoors
emotions in a jar, lids closed
unless you can undo it, you will not see
what a pleasant world it is to be
and that is the sad part
your walls are painted dark
with graffiti art
and two hearts
miles apart

CREAK

perfectionist, there are some
but isn't it the mistakes we're supposed to learn from?
incapable mind sees no reason to learn, to try
over that it'd rather prefer to die
but there are points when a man must take a stand
and points where he must learn to lend a hand
for the future of only such will be grand
others will keep building empires with sand
pessimistic I agree it is
but don't we always do what we please?
isn't it the reason we mock and tease
assured the dog will never break out of its lease
times are changing, the victim preys, the hunters hide
get a good hold, this is going to be one crazy ride
and the memories of now, will forever haunt your dreams
all you'll ever hear is your shallow mind and the endless screams
screams asking you change to take a chance and go for it
before it eats you whole and that takes only a second-split
hurry, the bus won't be there forever, it's going to go soon
you'd better start at dawn, everybody's up at noon.

(this makes for a poor poem with forced rhymes to everyone who "looks" at it)