I had a lucid dream that you're sitting infront of me But when I open my eyes, you were never by my side I look up at the sky to feel your sensation from the winds But the cold breeze give me the sorrow of losing us in blink Just what goes wrong between you and me That you become the part of my unforgettable memories A future we saw together filled with ecstasy Is now covered with emptiness and shattered keys My world is colour blind without your presence in life But I'm moving on with dead feelings of my bosom heart The words you told me are now echo over and over Vast unobstructed ocean silence the waves of my soul I've so much to say but don't know how to convey The silence whisper to me of our ending days I saw you again slowly coming towards me But you fade away the time I touched your fantasy Why you left me alone, I ask this question to myself Those unanswered questions crushing my inner self We'll meet again that was your last words for me Till then I've to live your part of life you left for me
Your perfect lie become my reality Engulfing my own nothingness Calculated enough to move my heart But untouchable when try to reach Lies perfectly told by you Are gracefully embraced by my heart I'm looking inside your interstices of lies To find the real you that's hidden beneath the scars An illusion you created for yourself Aren't you tired of living behind the mask? Recreation of reality Is knitting your broken heart I'll try to find you Until you show me your truth I'll be right beside you When you'll accept the real you
With everything that life has to offer There's so much to be enjoyed But the pleasures of sleeplessness I suffer Is the one I cannot avoid With acceptance of reality I opened a void of lie But it closed down again With the hands of my life They say I'm dirty Because I was ruined by some guy They say it's my fault And why I'm still alive The beautiful world I know Is now changed in blue grey colour The past I'm running away from Is making me look more uglier A hand placed on my head Strokes my hair slightly A voice I heard so sweet It says to trust almighty Accept yourself as you are Don't be influenced by this society You are the shining star And you'll shine brightly I woke up from my nightmare I felt a lovely sensation The sun has rise again Its time to conquer my destination I won't be feared anymore By those beast outside I'll fight again and again Until they give up their own lies
Cold winter nights without a starry sky A long way to my dreams is blurred for me I heard a voice through the mild fog Calling my name to a new world of glee Faint melody break the silence of the shore The white canvas of life filled with new colours Painted scars relive the past whispers of mine Glitter of stygian brings back the memories I hide
Caliginous view around me Suffocating the light of hope Bitterness of love and care Rise some different thoughts Aroma of nostalgic moments Are now blur memories of my life Looking back to the old me A new desire to live arrive Waiting at the edge of death That someone will hold my hand Pull me back from the world of devoid And bring some colours in my life
In moments of bleak, smirk You wonder how it will work? And of misery, roar Just like before A world of devoid life The colours can't survive Fathomless depth of darkness Pressuring the inner stress A white lie is enough But it's only a bluff Sugercoated words are satisfying To live the life of divine Aurora filled the sky Showing the way to life An unidentified truth Is calling to the youth Change this world of lie And open your wings to fly
A laugh in the sea of sadness sprinkling the shine The void space is filled with white emptiness His metaphors writing his own life experience The noise is music to his ears and soul Broken feet write his unknown destiny Heartful desires contemplating his chemistry Love is a growing garland in the sand A mystery of life that can't be understood His life is a barren field frozen with snow Black lotus blooms in the moonlight A life in the sea of darkness can be seen
Their first meeting is like a mark on the heart A flawless beauty that can't be forgot She reclined beneath a gold spangled canopy She dressed as Venus in painting With the most brilliant beauty she showers And are at the acme of intellectual power She met her better half for the first time in Rome Broad shoulder, bull-necked and ridiculously handsome An era of love start in a ruling world But the vicious cycle starts the circle She betrayed him with her fake death He took it to heart and live his last breath She realised the mistake but it was too late He dies in her arm and Cleopatra wails Beating her chest, smearing herself in his blood She loses her mind and soon follow him to the grave
More often, I fall for the innocence of clear skies than the painted sunrises and sunsets. I tread my hand towards the blueness while painting my hand with the brushes of white tulips and pink lilies. They perch on the stillness of the blue welkin and refrain the melody of winters and snowflakes; I name them as poetries who unfold the craziness of my twenties and I become high on clear skies again and again to sketch my parables blue.
Often I love black pansies of my balcony who nod their anthers with the breezes of summer and their lavish petals never scare to show their dark side to the world. Those innocuous sepals holding the hearts of ovaries, they show how to bloom with the inky pudding and the summer notarizes their sinless and never-terrified stance with its arbours and my poetries bellow under the mists of black.
And then I love to wear the anklets of my grandmother, they're heavy and they tingle with their unstable surfs ; which make me happy in a late night while everyone dreams in their silences. The womanhood of mine roars within the hums of katydids and cimmerian nights look more rebellious with the melody of my muliebrity and they jingle with the gusts of August raindrops and sturgeon moon waits for my silken stories.
Wearing that anklet, I put a black pansy on my left ear and murmur a song of 90s with some wrong lyrics and incorrect scales, I stand under the clear skies of December to syllabify myself within the saucers of happiness. I forget that I'm a poet, and I want to become a poetry and bloom near someone's elflocks of diary.
Million were the dreams I sowed on the fertile land of hope, eyes closed and eyes open awaiting for a distant call with enchanted visions to glittering roads, Where I smelled the space between 4 am's when the world used to be quiet and I made one and an another attempt with bated breaths to seek where my dreams go.
I blindfolded myself from decaf voices barbing about failures of my dark roasted dreams, 'cause my chaotic cornea was only decorated with origami of schedules and to-do lists.
Mercury was rising due to temper of my backlogs, the heat adversely wilted the sunflower of hope, I once sowed in the fields, on canvas of my imaginations.
The whimsical results popped as notifications on my phone, always left my utmost efforts to be just bare minimum, breaking my peppermint paper houses of expectations everytime, leaving self-doubt and self-hatred to me, 'cause I considered my subconsciousness as the only culprit, behind the robbery of less secured focus in the bank of my chaotic mind.
Slaughtered tongues suppressing chimeras On the doors of broken teeth, daunt the shivers On the threshold of goosebumps , Where the veins blemish kisses of rejections On the fringes of bosom , discoloured to pale;
To choose or not to choose , I ask , Subtitling my love to some words written on epitaph , A grave of emotions , hushed like swallowed rhymes, Choking on syllables of a tattered novel,
Something as broken as the paraphrase of an unused book , I unleash my palms to rest on the irony of love , Dust that forges gold , paralyzed to smut of a mutating cancerous heart,
I untie the threads and study the embroidery of the pieces , How the fabricated wodges of blood , pump everything but love !
January is a painting, Made from the leftovers Of Picasso's pallete To put our lives into a metaphor: The blue skies there, Await for a kite That's anchored too tight But you see some kites Take the best of flights When let go of their strings.