Legacy of the forgotten

What if my story goes untold,
An unspoken quest never known?
Will my heart go bleak,
If its sorrow won’t be heard?
Forever lost amongst the grains of sand,
Just another song washed away,
Swept under the night sky,
One of many,
One of few,
Cry of the forgotten,
Proven to regress,
Heart blacken and rotten.

Even if a chance occurs,
And one mouth utters my name,
Know that it will live on,
Blurred and Swept away,
Yet alive.

Treachery of hope

There,
It whispers,
The most seductive words known to mankind.
There,
It stands,
On the shoulders of the damned.
Here,
Backed by our own voices of insanity,
Hope reigns,
Unchallenged, supreme,
Without an equal.

Followed by all,
Seduced by many,
It ushers new meaning.
But forgotten it stands,
The strength in ourselves,
Relaying on the strain of thought,
To wait for a miracle,
Rather to make one by our own hands.

The eternal question of love

I once said,
In your pain I have fallen in love.
But why is that,
Looking at mine,
You only see pity and sorrow?
Where I was mesmerised by beauty and grace,
You never saw past my mistakes,
Thoroughly digging it up.

Why? I ask.
I wonder, time and time again.
To what extent my soul needs to open,
To be viable for love?
Is it past its date,
Or perhaps it is to late,
As I never deserved love in the first place

Always for you

For you
my broken mind given,
Drenched in love and understanding,
Mended.

For you,
All the support I gave,
You took, invested,
Now yearning of your heart,
The once two pieces to be whole.

For you,
Always for you,
Every breath, every heartbeat,
For a reason exists,
A glorious purpose it knows,
As it smiles,
Awaiting,
For your embrace.

Absence of Id

In that moment
Just slips away,
Like a string pulled
By the wind
A song that I tried
Hard to seal in my head.

To what it was once,
Now I do not know,
As my head stays empty.
All I feel is the space in between,
An empty chasm of sorrow.

But why it left,
I can not say,
Perhaps to bright some else’ day,
But now left alone,
Without my friend,
Wondering how to rise again.

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.

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