I saw a lame mynah outside today
Had she, three wings for just two
Hobbling imbalanced, away from this observer
Turning back towards thy melancholic school...
Sat me down, within the machine
Did I stop to offer a pray'r
For the meek little one, never to fly
Ill-fated underachiever
Yet have we 'birds' like these around?
Our eyes, exist to confound and enshroud
A compassion for the unloved and lost
Just pray tell, it's not too late at all...
Before one is lost, within the hollow chasms of apathy.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Sicovit (14.03.09)
Falling inside the black, he could feel her grasp. How it felt as her hands ran through his hair, as she whispered into his ears. Her embrace so beautifully crushing - It seemed to outlast eternity itself. He knew in this dream, that like all his other previous dreams, it would end in a slow fade.
... Now the silent dark, though once emancipated - Had retreated back to the pit from whence it had come.
He groaned as moonlight poured deliberately into his eyes, sitting up in the contemplative quiet.
"Another dream." He thought aloud.
Sheer remorse and petrifying guilt gripped his soul... One's very essence. Between the sheets now lay a man tormented by dank solitude. Even the doors to his heart lay opened so long, they festered and fell in upon themselves - Sealing off a chance at peace.
He thought about it, again.
The memories, were like a heavy-hearted work of art. As the nostalgia set in, and amnesia took its leave of absence, there was only one thing on his mind at that point of time.
It wasn't 'her' anymore...
... He could just only remember how lonely he had been.
... Now the silent dark, though once emancipated - Had retreated back to the pit from whence it had come.
He groaned as moonlight poured deliberately into his eyes, sitting up in the contemplative quiet.
"Another dream." He thought aloud.
Sheer remorse and petrifying guilt gripped his soul... One's very essence. Between the sheets now lay a man tormented by dank solitude. Even the doors to his heart lay opened so long, they festered and fell in upon themselves - Sealing off a chance at peace.
He thought about it, again.
The memories, were like a heavy-hearted work of art. As the nostalgia set in, and amnesia took its leave of absence, there was only one thing on his mind at that point of time.
It wasn't 'her' anymore...
... He could just only remember how lonely he had been.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Handed (02.03.09)
Envelope yourself
In chasms of darkness
Was it not foretold
Someday you'd be alone
29 flickering candle-lights -
I surround you in forms like these
Quiet... Present in ways, most subtle
Yet I love how you hate I exist
If only to haunt you in thought
Your spheres of cold, silent contemplation
These grinning mouths hang open, thought you might go it alone?
Yet, we are here... Together, but each - As one.
Now, forsaken are the minutes you played for me
On yellow, rusty piano keys
That all sang in the only voices which could speak to me
If you could be here right now
If I still knew you...
I'd hold you close within my arms.
In chasms of darkness
Was it not foretold
Someday you'd be alone
29 flickering candle-lights -
I surround you in forms like these
Quiet... Present in ways, most subtle
Yet I love how you hate I exist
If only to haunt you in thought
Your spheres of cold, silent contemplation
These grinning mouths hang open, thought you might go it alone?
Yet, we are here... Together, but each - As one.
Now, forsaken are the minutes you played for me
On yellow, rusty piano keys
That all sang in the only voices which could speak to me
If you could be here right now
If I still knew you...
I'd hold you close within my arms.
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