Monday, 15 May 2017

A Smudged Reflection

And he stood still in front of the mirror,
His eyes intoxicated –
Feet trembling beneath to stand upright;
Not able to sleep for several nights, he remained buried
Over the dense thoughts, hidden from the cruel world,
Eyes burdened with pain, blurred and immeasurable,
The ghoul of his mirror laughs at his anguish,
Seeping though the veins and ponder with his soul.

He sees her crimson eyes, penetrating the drape,
Reflecting an image, a hollow being; too late to be repentant,
Never had he ever tried to see his devastating self,
A shadow he has become of the past,
Followed and tortured –
And his destined roads became vague,
For guilt complimented the paths, persuaded by thriving pain,
Lost in silent thoughts, he grieved for what remained.

And in the silence of the night he hears her name,
The breeze blows to his ears, haunting him with memories,
Shattering the core; a fraction he always wished to erase –
Drowning in a sea of despair, he seeks a companion 
But no hands held him, no whispering consolation,
A strange feeling swept over, destroying the veil,
And he stood in front of the mirror, staring –  
For how long, he never knew…

Tuesday, 14 February 2017

Can We Say Goodbye?



And these strange infusion of emotions within the heart
Screams often, in one single beat of the pulse,
To a thought that travels somewhere back in time,
Where we met, the first time indeed;
A thought that had your soothing embrace
For greeting the long years of togetherness,
And a kiss to end the day, smiling all along,
Happy eyes fixed on the waving hand, a silent gesture,
And a wish within our hearts to meet again,
Yes! That was how we said goodbye.

Now with the flowing time and passing years
Some thoughts became memories, patterns end as desires,
People change; I know they do, for nothing is constant,
But never thought it would be you, as we finally meet once more,
Yet again these memories linger in the deepest corner of the mind
Conveying their regards to the new strangers;
For we passed by each other like there was nothing,
Eyes met just once, no smiles greeted, no soothing embrace,
Just a thought struck the maze, lost in the past days of broken ties,
Have we said our goodbyes?

Some stories have frozen so deep, so cold,
No flames could melt these painful ends –
A world of despair confines the shattered heart,
Because some “forever” never lasts;
And as you walked past me, a stranger, I see no expressions,
The charming face tell no tales now, just a blank vision,
As forsaken tears have paved a lonely cold presence,
And some memories have betaken the frailties  
For now there are no more tears left to cry,
Only a silent desire, for once, can we say our final goodbye?

Saturday, 22 October 2016

A Pursuit of Peace



And I silently watch him, breathing heavily the cold winter air,
Filling his lungs, eyes frozen, lost in thoughts, lips numb –
With just an aching heart and ghastly shadows curbing his mind,
He would sit motionless, long blank gaze towards infinity.

I watch him sleep; lying beside, caressing his hair,
Like a child cuddling to the slumber bind, he closes his eyes,
For his spirit is burdened, heart punctured and soul forlorn,
And deep within his loneliness, he still urges a return.

I see him waking up at night, screaming;
Shadows haunt, a slave he became to the weird nightmares –
And finally he would stay awake, emptying the whiskey bottles
Whilst scribbling down thoughts, a surrender to his horrid past.

And every morning he would visit the cemetery
Where his brothers-in-arms are laid to rest,
He would sit for hours silently, staring blankly on the graves,
For a war still wages on his mind, harder to efface.

The war was finally over, peace has been restored,
But I couldn’t find serenity deep within his soul;
For he lost his innocence, the day he lost his brothers,
A curse to the core, for being a lone survivor, death-betoken.

And years later, for the first time, I see tears welling in the frost,
Like thousand years of clamor been brought to respite,
He smiled when he looked into the innocent eyes, he finally found his peace
With the touch of life, he held our new born in his arms.

Saturday, 4 July 2015

The Confinement



And there she sat weeping
In a cold, dark corner of the untidy room,
The drops of silent fear
Trickling down her swollen cheeks,
The pulse beating non-rhythmically
Her bruised eyes and purple black parts
Are unable to justify the immense pain;
Yes! He has done it again,
Like a thousand times before,
Adding another chapter to his broken promises
These abuses and beatings never ended for her,
More of a caged bird, she was
Like a mechanism of pleasure…
The first time, he laid hands on her,
She tried escaping,
But his deeds are more painful,
For she remembers the broken glass
That he used pierce her tender parts;
The day she had nearly died,
But lived to die a thousand deaths every day,
And since then after every abuse
She lay sitting in her dark confinement
Weeping, cursing to be born,
With just a will to survive,
To stand against her emotions
Just for once, not to be defeated within,
And break the confinement
Fly free like an unchained soul.

Wednesday, 12 November 2014

A Song Like No Other...




And there was a song I wrote for you,
A song like no other, no other than the songs
I sung to you, a song written with rhythmic beats
Of my heart, immense feelings and love,
Words borrowed from the depth
Of an ageless soul, remarks a life in lost memories.
And this song shall remain the last of me
For my words would come alive when I find you,
And I shall sing, the best of me, to the mere picture in my eyes,
An endowment for the beauty sculpted from my heart.

And when I found you amidst all impossibility
A smile ran through my lips,
A dazzling flash on my heart,
Alive were the words, enlightening my mind,
Cuddling me into an embrace, soul-to-soul,
A feeling; I had you alone, forever;
And as my lips touched yours,
You took my song away, on your breath,
Unsung on the lips, a wicked smile,
Humming as you walk along the wilderness…