Friday, 16 November 2012


I figured it was going to be tough, looking down the alley on a miserable night
The birds I had seen from dawn to dusk, were now gone, a lonely cat strayed down the road
I shut the window tight, I hated the writing blues coming to life, hated my thoughts dissipating into the night
I shuddered my shoulders, dispelling your thoughts and that perpetual loneliness that always hugged me tight
Oh! White karma! How I longed for your touch, your presence in my tomorrow, in my past!
But why did you have to spoil my present? Just let me be, forsaken but not forgotten tonight
In the distance I can hear the bells ringing, I can smell the sorrows of a thousand lives lost
Where everyone is scrambling for peace of mind, but for you and me there is no sorrow, no past, present or tomorrow
Every day we are fighting another battle, losing senses over trapezoid realities, swollen with frailties
The lonely bald manners have overcome me, the last butt of the cigarette has also committed suicide, ending years of tragedy
Blood, bones and regular failures are gripping our fairy tales, we who once lived to be free, are now dying for sex, money, fame, name & aim.
We who are God’s last children, stand here, awaiting our time for resurrection into the colossal towers of love and shame
I don’t know where you are my friend, I don’t know where we stand, love or shame? It’s just the same!
Why cry tears over fallen angels, the nights of terror when your parents fought with vigor, malice, hatred
Killed every emotion, dragged every pain, dropped every idea of love from the pages of history
Gone, the kindred souls, the brethren who looked after you for so long, time too has grown old

No one cares for my fallen soul, my everyday affairs, my sweltering hormones...