abstractive

The man yesterday

Only a blur,

Smudged into the present

What makes him better?

Standing taller

Head high

Eyes on the horizon

He sees no filth on his feet

Only an illusion

To last but a sunset

The night’s cold

They love the silence

The abstractive,

Faint with the other echoes

They crawl from the dark

And linger in the full moon

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colder

It is a game

I have played

run after the ball,

Hands high,

Dived for the ball

It is selfish

There are no rules,

I have bled

Eyes on her lips

Gave all for nothing

I have played but left Victims of broken hearts…

…from my adventures

when you meet one that loves you,

and you break up,

the heart is a little colder than before

Loop

The skies are empty

Empty alright, for the day

Maybe a sunset will colour my heart

But for a candle light

Blown cold at the dawn of the stars

Would they shine like before?

All these memories of us,

That I am by myself

That I should erase the slates

How do I?!

I am stuck in a tune…

… Of a chirping sparrow from the day

Her lullabies sooth my soul no more

Loop

The skies are empty

Empty alright, for the day

Maybe a sunset will colour my heart

But for a candle light

Blown cold at the dawn of the stars

Would they shine like before?

All these memories of us,

That I am by myself

That I should erase the slates

How do I?!

I am stuck in a tune…

… Of a chirping sparrow from the day

Her lullabies sooth my soul no more

The end!

The formless bounds that tie me down,

caught in a loop

The hours of the day seem longer

I got these many seconds on my hands

What to think about if not you?

When one chooses for two,

that’s it is time to move on,

and yet,

here I remain,

in the same sheets that wrapped us warm

To forget the sunsets that bloomed like moonflowers,

Oh! They bloom in the night

The unexpected

To laugh and cry,

yet find comfort within

How to make sense in this despair?!

Suffocating me out like a plastic bag over my head

It’s stupid you see,

When I call,

I want to hear your voice break,

at the other end of the line

But you always sound better,

Happier

Your social media walls are coloured with life,

I guess I won’t pay my internet bills next month,

So I won’t see how amazingly you live without me

If the game is for two,

all the blows and the scars…

…. should be shared, right?!

devil’s tongue

The long baths won’t get it off

Not the burns of hot water

Running down with layers of my flesh

The cold baths only make it numb

And within the silences,

I hear them crawl

Like a thousands ants within,

The veins, the bones,

To leave the nakedness of my soul

What’s dark of a yesterday

Like a black shade spreads

Across the eye’s views

The helplessness

trapped in a jail,

Of the mind

I can’t control what goes in,

Or what stays around

These whispers are a devil’s tongue

Sweet to the tone

Devouring my soul with the flames

Come silent

The words I may speak,

Whether they true or false

Will come silent

Like a feather,

Floating in a night’s breeze

The lover’s fight,

shuttered mirrors on the floors

How to look upon a self to seek confession?

Without the reflections of our own,

how to see the blooded faces from our paws?

The hatred like a darkness

all these flames for you

Slowly fading

As my heart turns to ashes

Before the winter storm

PenanceĀ 

Sleeping through my regrets

Nights of sweat

leave a mark on my soul

A twisted self

Crusades and morality

Set the conscious

A weight It can carry…

will he breakdown in the sun?

A priest and his trade

selling hope and penance

It is the sale season

the discount on salvation

We surely buy sanity from the altars

“no body seeks evil”

When I devour a man’s heart,

It is for his soul,

The only redemption…

….from the plagues of his world

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