Saturday, October 22, 2011


Let me apologize to start with,

Let me apologize for all I said and did,

'Coz many a times I was ignorant

Of what was wrong and right

But many a times I could swear

It was you.

I have seen the emptiness,

I have felt the blue

I have been the nascent storm

The calm before the gloom

And all I did to fill the void

Was thrown away askew.

I’m a loner by popular choice

And I’m silent by my own,

I rest by day in a ricketing bed

And stitch my heart

With no heart to mend

And yes, the pun was my intent.

If you try to find a rhyme

It’s not here; don't waste your time,

My words are crude, no need to chime,

Don’t be my friend, just go, it’s fine

I won't be sad, the pleasure is mine

Don’t miss me, I know, but I’ll be dying.

Saturday, August 27, 2011


Many a times have I heard,

a familiar someone mutter:

words of pain, words of wonder,

Words that make me wish

I weren't who I am,

and I wouldn't

who I could be...

I could tell you tales

You wouldn't believe,

I could tell you

That I'm not me,

I'd rather hide it

behind my vanity

else you'd call me demented.

But there's this voice,

at the back of my head,

that whispers things,

instructs me to paint

my world red...

with tools of choice,

and words to persuade.

I have lived on the edge,

daring myself to go further.

I have looked down that cliff

holding myself back,

just an inch, and a hundred feet

only a fickle nudge,

and I'm only a memory...

The voice dares me

to stop holding on,

and it grows more able,

while it takes over me,

and I slowly realize,

on a not-so-far away day,

I'll cease to exist, and


Saturday, July 30, 2011

Yours truly, your conscience

I'm dead...

I've been this way for long now.

Death's dull, never changing

and always possessive, never letting me go.

Unlike life; she never took me in:

rather let me go, without a second thought.

I'm innocent, I'd let you know,

before you presume any guilt on my part.

I'm clueless as to why I was abandoned.

But I'm I'll always be...

...and dead.

I lay mute, and at peace with my suffering

My only hope, my father, looks the other way.

I had looked onto him with my hopes high

He'd nurture me to my prime, instead murdered me.

With mild sadistic ecstasy in his heart

he writes my last words.

“Yon Death, my love

With thou have I betrothed

Tho' I shalt parry with thee

Eternal battle to win thy love

Thou shalt once set me free”

“Yon Death, my love

To thee do I beg and beseech

Grant me my freedom

I shan't forsake thee

As my father hath, pray, me.

Have me into thy warm tomb

and nurture my lifeless self.”

The writing stops...

I realize I've been forsaken...again.

Like an incorrigible child,

I keep my hopes up,

waiting for the words to come.

But my trust decays slowly

and I lay...mute...and dead.

Hope Advocacy

Don't hold on, my friend
it's time to let go;
it's time to close those eyes
it's time for you to know.

You'd lie for you to be alive
you'd pray the times to slow
you'd fret and fight to save the lie
but it's time for that to show.

They're wrong, your thoughts
They're wrong, your beliefs
You've been living in a dream, my friend
of the sweet dreary eyes,
the sad tinkle of lies
and of the long and loud screams.

Break open the doors,
Walk out to the world
where your dreams, your whims
would follow your heart.
Caress your eyes with the beauty outside.
Stretch those lips when you're happy inside.

The world's not bad,
if you're willing to find
A grain of solitude
in the middle of the night.
You'd find some solace
that I'm willing you to take
in mysterious ways
the void would be at stake.

I'd throw some light
for you to see,
your fallen self
in front of me.
I'd pick you up;
I'd dust your head;
I'd stab the blue
you'd laugh instead.
I'll help you sure
and the hurt would mend.
It's time to let go
Don't hold on, my friend.