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Do I call
a spade a spade
or knaw fruitlessly
at eternity’s gate?
Joy is fleeting
Sorrow stands still
The mind mocks the mind
as I look out the window sill
Want an irony?
Then wonder what
these walls are for
to keep the inside in or the outside out
the barbed wired fences
my prickled tenses
are all but a fantasy
for I’m locked in, the world locked out
in a mirage of empty seas
At length, they want to fly away
my birds of sanity
but when they re free my mind begins to see
how the cage was a godsend!
Empty roads beckon
they were taken long before
and are now forgotten
Now I take a turn to walk some more
I ran through perils
dangers looking me in the face
I left my home to fly
To finish every race
I ran and ran till my breath caught me
and told my life to slow down
and then I sat down finally
and took a look around
When did these flowers bloom
they were still small petals when I’d passed by
When did the sky grow dark
It was always sunshine breezing by
When did I lose you
walking by me
When did you bid your goodbye
and why did I fail to feel?
So to not feel
I keep running towards my destiny
Only once I reach there I realize
This was where I started my journey.
He sits
in an open grave
untouched
his innocence sometimes sinfully craves
a morbid sense of love
who’d love him
if not her
the darkness of a hidden sky
she, who lives with a shadow
and a tear in the corner of her eye
He sits
perched on a grave
waiting
for the dismal joy
that comes in pain
who’d love him
if not her
the death of sound
she, who lives in silences
and for unknown music she dances
She is the unknown lover
a shroud, veil of secrets
the start of all of life’s mysteries
and the end of bleeding regrets..

Broken pieces of glass
an untouched wrist
tears running wrought
and causing a blinding mist
The wind blew in
and shattered it all
and with all this mess
this room’s suddenly too small
But as the sun shines through
the glasses shine
through all this sorrow
this light seems mine
Too many years I have lived
with no knowledge of light
with only strength of my trusted senses
and this mind’s might
So now when the good times dawn
and the light shimmers past
I smile and wonder
Was ti just the wind that broke the glass?

The voices in my head
ain’t voices anymore
they’re vacant souls
begging me to let them go
An empty house
beyond an empty yard
uneaten dinners
and unread cards
Stare back at me
in a lost battle of perseverence
They wouldn’t just let it rain or snow
The voices in my head
wouldn’t just let me go