Silence

Silence….
An empty space
A Nude noise
Clock ticking somewhere in the background
A honk here
A drop there

Silence… so peaceful
yet so terrifying!

Lust

The ocean of thoughts lumbered forward

defiling my memories

taking me back to the ghosts of past

unclean and uncut

 

Before my eyes, a life lost

the peaceful randomness

gone in an instant

leaving behind only scars of lust

Utopia

Thoughts are like an empty boat in a great ocean

drifting aimlessly in the direction the wind blows.

To reach land is like an utopian dream

yet to realize that dream one must get lost first.

Intimacy

While our perfect intimacy

lures me toward your imperfect nature

I transformed into a holy sinner

from an unholy saint

 

Consumed by your vortex

I destroyed me

you destroyed me

while you remained stoic

 

Now there lies my heart

on the ground

spewed out from the vortex

but hardly beating

 

Time hardly matters now

seasons seem blur

I moved on

but traces of intimacy still remain

Stay Away

Stay away!

 Stay away!

My time ain’t come yet

 I am not ready

to sleep in your

arms of death!

Abyss of Fear

 

Caught between the abyss

of real and surreal

My mind grapples to make

sense of this constant noise.

 

The lark stopped

singing long ago

The high faded

ages ago.

 

 

My fear lurks in

 form of darkness

playing an ugly

hide and seek.

 

Now the end to madness

seems oh so near

yet the journey

has just began.

Last Dance

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She promised a dance

and a candle light dinner

a date was made

at the edge of the river

 

He came dressed like a King

and imagined her as the queen

with flowers as a gift

and wine to keep them warm

 

 

He sat on the bench

Brimming with hope

Moon looked over him

and stars gave him company

 

Then she came

dressed like a queen

his heart leaped

and thoughts froze

 

She kissed him on the cheeks

and asked how he was

before he could answer

she said she had to go

 

Her prince charming was waiting

Down the river

He just smiled

And gave her the flowers

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Obituary

 

I know not your last words

Because they were unsaid.

I know not your last wish

Because it was not wished.

I know not your last thoughts.

Because they were not expressed.

 

 While the rest of us were still dreaming

You silently departed.

Promise

 

 

I am no immortal to

promise you undying love.

I am no saint to

promise you sacrifices.

But know this my love,

This is me,

old, tired and thin

promising to be there until I breathe.

Nostalgia

 

 

Waking up in the morning,

our naked bodies tangled together.

Early morning sun peeking

through the half open window.

My finger lingers on your flat stomach

making patters, writing our names.

Silence lingers in the room,

not wanting to disturb our thoughts.

A million lovers’ hearts beating

to the rhythmic beats of ours.

Outside the lonely sea,

seducing us with its waves,

wanting us to fill its loneliness.

Nostalgia begins creep into heart,

catapulting me back to the time

Where we first made love,

talking with our eyes,

When I first filled you with my love.

Those nights of confessions,

Bonding over weed and beer.

 

Will be we have our own history?

Will we wake up in peace again?

Will we have that silence again?

Will we make love like we did the first time again?