The shadows whisper,
Someone breathes down my neck.
Life sailing like a sunken ship,
With its captain still prowling the deck.
Skeletons stir in the closet,
A ghost lurks in the dark.
My body exposing the soul,
Like a tree shedding its bark.

Something inside me has woken,
A voice speaks in my head.
Creatures howl in my sleep,
The world is full of dread.
Caressed by the devil,
By the angels I’m hunted.
The grim hacks at my veins,
But his axe has blunted.

Phantoms haunt my dreams,
They don’t leave when I’m awake.
They always walk beside me,
But leave no foot-prints in their wake.
They try to find the answers,
When the questions are unknown.
And yet I don’t want them to leave.
Yet I don’t want to be alone.

Something inside me has broken,
Something took its place instead.
My words begin to weep.
Things that were left unsaid.
Its difficult to move on,
When by the past you are beset.
When the only emotions you face and feel,
Are hurt, anger, guilt and regret….

When no one dares,
To speak-out aloud.
And the cemetery has,
The only crowd.
When the moon sheds,
The only light.
I stepped out slowly,
One fine night.

Every sound,
So loud and clear.
And whispering shadows
Call you near.
When the dogs rule,
Howl and fight.
I stepped out slowly,
One fine night.

Walking aimlessly,
To unknown places.
Or searching my haunts,
To find past traces.
Sensed by creatures,
But still out of sight.
I stepped out slowly,
One fine night.

Lusting and longing,
For a woman’s touch.
But too late for that,
I knew as much.
Born of this earth,
with the ether we reunite.
I stepped out slowly,
One fine night.

With no food or drink.
That’ll quench my thirst.
Nor any soft bed,
That’ll rest the cursed.
To search a way,
A fluttering flame may ignite.
I stepped out slowly,
One fine night.

Returning now,
to my abode.
Cursing the curse,
That on me bestowed.
Some sins were such,
the lord never forgave.
And thus at dawn,
I re-enter my grave.
What i missed the most,
Was his glorious light,
When I stepped out slowly,
One fine night.

A dark night,

An endless time.

My mouth escapes,

An unholy rhyme.

You are away,

With someone else.

The ceaseless torment,

Of countless hells.

A single thought,

A million turns.

My heart to ashes,

The midnight oil burns.

The ghastly image,

Of you by his side.

The unbearable nausea

My worlds collide .

A single blink ,

A million flashes.

My flesh on fire,

The whipping lashes.

His greedy touch,

On your skin.

My rage rises,

Patience is thin.

A bright sun-ray,

The darkness grows.

My mind’s racing,

The time slows.

One last thought,

A farewell kiss.

A lonely end,

With something amiss.

A single cut,

A thousand drops.

My love lives on,

The breathing stops.

Always the underdog,
Scorned and teased by his mates.
Deprived of what he likes, and forced
To be proud of what he hates.
Scared and confused,
Searching blindly in the haze,
For someone to hold his hand,
Someone to guide him through the maze.

His mother disappointed,
His father ashamed.
They didn’t teach him to smile,
But for the frown he was blamed.
Walking behind them,
Only now struggling to keep the pace.
While they made excuses,
And called him their lost-case.

He was the ugly-duckling,
And not the black sheep.
A mere late bloomer,
If they’d bothered to look deep.
He wasn’t a ‘born-loser’,
If not a perfect ace.
Like a simple sweet song,
Which lacked the loud bass.

Searching for love,
Slowly reaching his teens.
Trying to stand-up, to stand out,
To speak-up, through all his means.
But they laughed and smirked.
They told him, he lacked the grace.
And so began the doubt, the wish
That somehow, himself he could replace.

Why when he was sad,
There was no one to care.
Why when he was happy, if ever,
There was no one to share.
He was now tired,
Tired of questioning empty space.
He couldn’t go any further,
No more could he stand the disgrace.

Awaking one evening,
Drenched in his own sweat.
Squinting out the window,
Though the sun had set.
The people around him looked scared,
And strangely out of place.
As he lay, in a pool of his own blood
A smile lighting his face.

Speeding through scenes and colors,
As though running past dreams.
Oblivious to the people helping him,
And the sobs and screams.
They were finally there,
With their world at his feet.
But they couldn’t keep-up,
With his slow heart-beat.
He at-last felt loved
As he felt death’s embrace.
No-one could catch-up,
As loser won the race.

When I’ll be a burden.

There will be times,

When I’ll fall weak.

But in these times,

You can be certain,

You just have to hear.

Just let me speak.

I know at times,

My words are harsh.

I know at times,

I can’t stop crying.

But I’ve been worse,

And I’ve been down.

It’s because of you,

That I’m trying.

I know you have work.

I know you have your own life.

And I know there are things more important,

Than for you to put-up with a strife.

Just know that I understand,

Even though I may not sound.

I only want to hear a friendly voice,

I just want to show you the wound.

The work can’t always wait, I know.

You can’t always be nursing my pain,

And that you have other people,

Rather than to hear me again.

But please be kind

When you say ‘no’.

I’ll wait for you silently,

Or I’ll just let go.

When I can’t find the words,

Please be patient with me.

When I can’t point out where it hurts,

Please wait long enough to see.

I know I ask for much more

Than I can ever give.

But you know that I tried,

And will as long as I live.

You know I tried to be there,

When you needed me the most.

I heard out and nodded,

Even when I was scared and lost.

I’m sorry I couldn’t understand.

But you know I did try.

Try to broaden my shoulder,

When you needed to cry.

It’s not a return,

That I ask.

Please don’t do it

If it’s an unwilling task.

I’m not a bad-friend,

That’s what I need to explain.

All the promises and trust

All the warmth wasn’t in vain.

For me when it was dark,

I searched for a light.

That’s when I found you,

An angelic sight.

I know you’re not mine.

The light can’t always stay.

That a dark night always follows,

Every glorious day.

But help me weep,

Don’t wipe every tear.

Just give me a hope,

That the next day is near.

Just turn back and smile,

Don’t slow your stride.

I’ll soon catch-up,

And walk by your side.

A thought in his hand,
A million on his mind.
He knows peace is a treasure
Hard to find.
Hiding from the brute monotony
Of the yester, the day, and times later.
In company of his only friends,
His pen and paper.
Life’s so plagued by people, he thinks,
Even as he stands on a vast sea-shore
That there is as much freedom there,
As behind his closed door.

Nervous, bashful and newlywed,
She quietly followed her groom, as he led.
Learning quickly to give and share.
Nurturing the home with her gentle care.
But why does the ‘home’ seem full of foes?
Why can’t anyone else feel her woes?
The house echoing with her screams,
Drowning her love and the broken dreams.
She asked for a handful of happiness
And nothing more.
Then why is her blood splattered,
On her closed door?

The gates of heaven,
Are red with blood and gore.
As around the globe,
Humans ask for more.
Here we stand proudly,
on hell’s shore.
Millions existing soundly
Like these four.
A poet, a bride, a child and a whore,
Suffering silently behind a closed door.

As I stand on the sand

And see the sun go down into the sea

I ask myself, is it just the sun

Or is it also me…..

I sink down,

Into the depths of my heart

Praying… hoping….. wishing…..

That I could begin it from the start

That I could have one more chance

To live life as I should have

To correct the mistakes, and

Take the risks, which I should have

Do you hear the deafening silence,

Which pierces the night like a shrill scream?

I clasp my ears

And try to run away from myself

As though in a dream

As I stop and look behind, I realise

I’ve been moving around in circles

…………….It’s time I moved ahead

Echo’s of living memories

Vibrate in my ears

Slap my face and tell me,

I’ve been a walking machine all these years

Shadows of the past rise like beasts

And engulf me

I see the image of my soul

In destiny’s obituary.

Have you ever tried

To spend time with yourself,

And fight-off the dementia?

I tremble, as the my own soul

Stares at me and says,

“you are the one responsible for my misery”.

I see people… loving, laughing

And weeping

Why can’t I feel their love?

Why can’t I feel their joy?

Why can’t I feel their sorrow?

Why do I feel so….. Hollow…?

He loves her,
For that’s why he lives.
He prizes it,
For love’s not possession.
A hand through his hair, a kiss on his brow,
For she’s still his friend.

He’ll love her forevermore,
For his love is eternal.
He’s happy,
For it keeps him so.
But the heart never leaves hope,
For that is love…

A heart of glass
A heart of gold
He tries to be near her,
knowing he would shatter
But in the million shattered pieces
She would be reflected
A million times more……….

There Is No Answer…

Sit by the phone
waiting for someone to call
will anyone ever wonder, if I am alive or dead?
There is no answer…

Pick up the phone
in the middle of the night
who can I call?
There is no answer…

Slit my wrists
hang myself by the neck
who will regret or mourn?
There is no answer…

Ask myself
when all else fails
who will stand by me?
There is no answer…

Start crying
break down completely
who will wipe the tears?
There is no answer…

Sit in one corner
lingering on desperation
will someone give me a hug?
There is no answer…

Beg oblivion for mercy
start pleading thin air to stop and listen
who will give any reaction?
There is no answer…

Hate the world around me
expect love in return
will somebody understand?
There is no answer…