I don't know what I was thinking

I wanted to love you like the beautiful paintbrush

That I stole from my mother in my young days

Of colours and weirdest thoughts;

And the brush had a little crack at the end,    

And it became my favourite thing,

Even at times when the lines and colours

Betrayed my imagination and I spilled everything around

Like a completely disoriented mad woman.

There’s a rupture in my reality.

I saw it first when the brush died;

The pests of the old house ate the bristles, I guess.

And then there were deaths and lies and smiles

That I forgot in time.

Then came you, and I thought I could love

You who come with the messiness of the palette

In the middle of a painting on a lazy afternoon.

But I have forgotten how it felt to hold my brush,

And now I’ve forgotten how it felt to hold you!

Well I don’t know how to love,

‘Cause I don’t know what love is.

But today is the first rainy day

Punctuating the end of our winter.

Won’t you wait till spring, before you leave?

You.

You my love

A faceless man

Standing with your smoke

And madness

And a box of magic

Across time and space

In every lifetime

Of my soul

Over thousands of years

Through thousands of bodies

Changing facades

Crumbling inside

And I - live and die

Time and again

Waking up

With half-forgotten dreams

Of a faceless man

A rugged being

With his timeless spirit

And captivating words

Haunting my aging heart

At every forlorn dawn

That rises in the sky

At the end of ever shifting

Strangest hallucinations

While voices sleep in stupor

And eyes come round

From a faraway trance

To grasp within

A mundane reality

That never quite got over

The silence of the hearts.

Crooked mind inside a beating heart

Your tears have met the outfall
And one more drop for humanity;
The dull, damp lines of poetry - mocking sanity,
Deep inside dwells the murder conspiracy:
As your stoned hands grab my ribs
I search a safer room for my grimy dreams.
Darker nightmares n' psycho lady's wish,
A faint throb comes from the weary heart
Like after you've taken the happy pills,
When the sky seems to be falling on you..
And the world around you spins round n' round
With thousand buildings and countless stories
Of life, of people damned with cruelty and pain,
And you still remain thirsty for some bloodlike rain.

Randomly Dead Poet

No other poem will be born from my pain,

As I lay down my hands in the cold of shame.

The suffocated heart has killed the poetic soul,

Lyrics of my life don’t rhyme anymore.

No more teardrops wait for a knock on the door,

Lonely footsteps die away in the sea shore;

The morning blues stay till the sunset

Celebrating the pitiless death of a nameless poet…

P.S.- click on the image to see larger size.

Crumpled words of mind

Life is treacherous, like the moon’s spell

Cause we have to live and die another day…

Love is a metaphor, a red bird without mercy

It chases you to take the causeway to death

Don’t dream in a borrowed room wasting your breath

Life is longer than love, hold hands and stay…

Stay like the smiles in the photographs you took

Or the wonderful lines in that old book

Paint a pebble in your morning blues

No more conspiracy of spite, spineless filthy wishes

Stumble upon a doormat and dream of gumball rain….











Something I clicked and edited :)

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Die with me tonight

The whine of sorry rainbows
All around to grab us tight
Are you afraid of sorrow?
Living is dangerous darling,
Die with me tonight.

The toxin of mind that’s weak
Spineless thoughts of nothingness
Are you afraid of silence?
Loneliness is dangerous darling,
Die with me tonight.

The darkest fear of losing it all
When everything ends in a stroke of time,
Are you afraid of death?
Living is dangerous darling,
Die with me tonight.

yes. another bad attempt at poetry. pardon me. -_-







written for Sunday Scribblings: http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/

One More Time

Let’s just one more time
Hold hands and stand
On that foggy mountain crest.
Let’s just take one more look at this world,
Out of our so called circus of life.
One more time, leave the car behind
And walk on this empty road
With me, looking at the stars.
For just one more time,
Stand under the pouring rain
Feeling the cold under your skin,
Listening to that song
We used to sing along.
For just the last time’s sake,
Laugh with me your heart open,
Cry with me your heart broken, tonight.
For the memories of us together,
For the love that lies dead under –
Let’s pretend, let’s pretend we’re alright…
And just when I fall asleep –
Silently, kiss me the last goodnight.