Voice of hope

A shattering thought occurred
Like a seed planted it grew,
Took my brain apart as the heart brew,
A new emotion, one known,
But lost a while ago.

And that thought it clearly spoke,
I sat and listened,
With a pinch of salt,
Not to know if it was true,
Familiar only with the dark,
In which my heart grew.


I sat there confused,
Looking out not amused,
Unable to rid myself of the words heard,
You are better and better you deserve.

To love is to live

My darling
Do you know
The questions life poses?
The answer love gives
If you receive it clearly?
To what extent does my love grow,
If I die today,
Would I be resented?

My darling,
It is not the effort do die for it,
That takes a toll on the strongest of as all.
It is to live,
For you,
For us,
That tests the resolve of any man.

Fall of humanity

It was not an hour of pain,
They were just lining up,
And the questions remained the same.
To who we shift the guilt,
Which people were to blame?
I just stood by the side,
Never knowing same,
What kind of life gives you a chance to dismay?
Seek the prophet, but never listen what to say,
I came around to some conclusions,
But they weren’t bright and tame,
Who am I to say,
Which person has what part to play…

Look around and you’ll see,
We are all in the same game,
Some of us are winners,
But all losers to fame,
What point is this life,
If it is not to pass away?
The only thing we do right,
And yet we fear the same.

Come around and think,
Change will not run our way,
Years have past by,
And we haven’t learnt to pray,
Many tears run and sorrow clips us stray,
Lie, cheat and hurt,
For amusement of others pain,
Are we human or are we just a prey?
With all of our mistakes,
Are we here to stay?

Questions of sanity

I looked at the world,
Let it twist my heart.

By the time I was breathing,
I only saw my mistakes.

Now on the path of redemption,
I am followed by them.
They live and breath with me,
Never knowing how to rest.

If you know your future,
Then let me know how it ends.
As I walk to my rescue,
I am blinded by the fears,
Even though I had none,
Those were lies by the rest.

I know I will get there,
But I fear what will be left.
As with each step I can feel it,
Parts of me are getting lost.
By the time I find it in me,
Will the peace be enough?
Or will hunger consume me?
As I lay my head to rest.

All this pain that’s in me,
Will I just stay the same?
What is my great devotion?
If not for a better self?
I will let you by tomorrow,
Am I breathing, am I sane…

The matter of the heart

I am a poet of pain
Behind my word of the dark,
hope lingers,
sits and waits.

Your eye strikes a narrow path,
Mind assuming the worst and the low,
Branding my heart broken,
My mind dismayed.

But behind my dark words,
There is a light, trapped.
I seek only an equal in pain,
A broken piece of my two.

Love to me stands a riddle,
Unknown,
As the biggest lie we seek to grasp.
What I desire is not passion,
What I crave is not the matter of the heart.

I seek merely your compassion,
Your understanding of the damage done.
As inner peace is more valid,
Then any matter of the heart.

Truth of Love

My darling
You do not know
The sufferings of a fool
The incompetence of a bastard
Who knows only pain

Kissing the problem
Your need to heal
Transcends the need to love
To understand

The beauty of your eye
Sees the peak of a mountain,
Afraid to gaze at the bottom,
Well aware you might find,
The pit of darkness.

To you,
My dark a curse,
A withering disease,
And your arms the cure needed.

But the truth,
Stands in front,
Prideful and a sinner,
That it is love I crave,
And understanding I require.

Dark heart of a cynic

It is not the soul of the believer
That shines so brightly
But the heart of a cynic
Plunged in the world of chaos and disorder
It is dark and withering,
Striped of all light,
Forced to look at the world
With eyes of real.
But in that dark, a shimmer of light remains.
Unlike the one that believes,
The cynic relies on the hope given,
Not on the hope wanted.

In the darkness of the world
The innocence of a man is not lost,
But turned and twisted,
To horror and despair presented.
But he who sees the planes of earth
For what they are,
Knows,
The future is what you make it to be.

Your beautiful love

It is a beautiful love,
The one untainted,
Thoughts of future and the burden of past.

Where eyes meet together,
Bonding of arms and closeness of heart,
When the pain becomes one,
Dread disappears,
Problems stay,
But hope lingers.

And in that moment,
Fear fades, irrelevant,
Obscure,
With hands held,
Greeting the dawn of the new day,
And with it,
Fresh hope that it brings.

Her fear, mine.
My burden, her choice to carry.
Whatever the new day brings,
Be it a red sunrise,
Or a dark eclipse,
Two hearts beat as one,
In an endless musical of life.
In its grand scale,
Peripheral,
To them,
Everything.

With old age Wisdom came

Beaten by the sands of time I stand,
Waiting for the moment,
A stroke of luck.

They told me with age wisdom came,
And I waited, eagerly,
Just to never arrive.

With the passage of time,
Only scars remained.
Bruises, cuts and gashes,
To tell the tale of bad luck.

Now aged and battered,
I sit and wait,
Wondering…
To what it all came up…

You forever

It’s you, always you
In my every thought, feel,
In every waking moment
It is you who inhabits the smallest of spaces, bars between words left,
Emotions untold, it was always you,
The main character of the story that I spoke.

Even my wandering mind,
Knows the beauty of your voice,
The tune that echoes,
My heart’s vibration,
The missing heartbeat that lives.

Even distant,
Your image never ceasing,
Forever burnt in my subconscious,
The hidden motivation unraveled.

It’s you…
The light of my dusk,
The life of my life,
The essence of my being,
It will be always you…











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