WHAT YOU DID

You held my hand,

And we took walks into eternity,

On beaches with sun and sand,

And into the forests away from the city.

You held me tight,

And took me into your dreams,

Away from my nightmares of screams,

Which you muted with your might.

You hugged me close,

To shield me from the storm,

To lift my spirit when I was morose.

You did it as if it was a norm.

You lead me on,

To touch the heights of happiness,

And then dropped me into the abyss,

To die out of loneliness.

ABOUT MEMORIES

A turmoil, feel like standing

In the eye of the storm.

Ready to fall into the abyss.

Yet they wont let you.

You wanna die

But, they are keeping you alive

Not because they are good

But because they want you to suffer

Everything around you is an upheaval

Yet its calm and serene

Cause its not your surrounding,

Its you wailing

Like a child.

You wanna let go of the pain.

But somehow you have gotten used to it.

Its your fag.

You hate it.

And yet you love it.

You wanna cling to it

Day in and day out.

It’s a vicious circle

The memory is all you got of him..

You cant let go.

Even worse you WONT..

Cause he wont let go of you…

UNDER THE GRAVE

A wilted rose on a stone

Atop a thousand wilted wishes

Waiting forever to bloom

To touch the future’s kisses.

A thousand miles trodden by the feet

Shades under which he used to sit

All cry softly on his departure

Their  tears wilted in their  stature.

He was born and he aged

He had lived and loved

Now he is gone

And no one has come to know.

The rose on his grave adorns

The earth that covers him

He can witness it from his cave

For he now rests under the grave.

A SILENT DEATH

In the silent song of the night,

Wilts the lovely rose,

The lover curses the dark,

For his silent death it marks.

In the silent beauty of the morn,

Cries the moon in the heaven

For in the light of the dawn

The  stars die a silent death.

I bumped  into silence once

Asked what she is…

She said “ I am the voice of  your heart,

When it has nothing to speak.

I am in the heights of the mountains

I am the melody or heart f the sea

I am how your heart weeps

When it dies a silent death.”

TEARS

Tears, universes in crystals

Universes in motion,

They narrate stories without words,

They show you a life bereft words.

Tears,magnificient crystals

they walk you through time,

through those cobbled streets of memory

as they run down your cheeks.

Tears, language of the universe

Gateway to the kingdom your soul

The language of happy eyes

The unspoken words of a hurt soul.

Tears are what I had when you left me

Tears are what I have when I dream

About seeing the sunrise with you

And tears are what I will have

To give you all my life…

A BLEEDING WOUND

The wound of my soul,

It bleeds when my love’s wounded.

It bleeds when I hurt my love.

I connect with another soul,

I connect it with God,

I can feel the vibes of my goal,

And with the tears my love sheds.

My clashes with my sorrows open it,

The abstractness of hurting someone sores it.

I try covering my bleeding wound,

With a transitory happiness

This opens up once more,

When happiness precedes emptiness.

I know not of the eternal protection,

And not of the healing strength.

I know it will trod away,

The day the thread is cut and laid.

But that is a tale of eternal tomorrow,

Which stores a potion to heal my wound.

Who knows if the rays touch me living or dead

After a night of divine interaction

Which I know will not end.

I WALK DOWN AN AISLE

I walk down an aisle of dreams,

Trying to pick out the most dreamt of,

Finding it difficult to avoid the screams,

Of my lost labour’s love.

I walk down an aisle of love,

Grateful of everyone’s support,

Knowing their presence by my side,

Knowing they are by me to guide.

I walk down an aisle of pain,

Grieving  on the sunkissed sands of time,

Thinking of the good times that are stained,

Knowing that now my soul is all mine.

I walk down an aisle of  longings,

Longing for you to be by my soul,

Bleaching it of my ocean of tears,

Hiding my flower of love with a forest of fears…..

IN THE DARK

I move about in the darkest of nights,

Trudging through the mist of my thoughts,

In search of the faintest of lights,

In the sepulcher of my mind.

The souls around give a shrieking sound,       

Disturbing the calmness inside me,

Reminding me of the cries of my past,

Disabling me to see happiness around me.

The church has shrunk for me,

The trees don’t rustle anymore,

Leaving me lifeless for those around me,

Making the wounds of my soul sore.

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF NATURE

The chirping of the birds in the morn,

The time of the day when roses are born,

The time of the first rays of the sun,

Is the spring of dawn.

Dawn then walks towards the day

As spring embraces summer.

The mangoes painted yellow lay,

For the first drops of rain.

Day comes across the sunset,

And summer changes into autumn.

The trees shed leaves and bare they get

To wear the snow of winter.

Sunset merges into the dark

As autumn gets lost in winter,

The roses lay under the grave

Waiting for the spring of dawn.