All that I was holding down,All that I was holding up,I let goAnd let them fallOn the groundWhere they belongAmongst other things –Repressed actions,Unlived moments,Unworded words,Undone deeds,And finally be freeTo do what I want to,To feel what I want to,And be what I want to,Not
Truant moon,Absent life,I think of youThis lonely night. Did you finally leaveThe silent sky?To find your loverOf the morning light. Or wane becauseI failed to harkTo the soothing songsOf your moonlight. Didn’t you showHow chirpy daysWould always dieA gradual death? How darker daysWould pave away,A
Receding life,Night time,Go back to the darkWhere you came from.Put on the lightsFor you can’t seeYour murky alleyOf crimesYou commitEvery day –Deeds you didOn a wild hunch,Just so you could haveYour morning brunchOver a graveyard of corpses.Land of the faunaIs defeated,Trampled down,By human greed.Your home
When you are not around,I turn into a wereworker. I pounce on the cabinetAnd up on the files,Romp on the keyboardAnd jump on the tiles. I chew away the keys,When I look for a cloud,And drench in the rainOf my miserable crowd. Graze on the
Throw me into the worldTo notice little things,From the throbbing of my heartWhen I go silent with the wind. To the nooks that hideCobwebs in my room,And the walk that drivesMy legs out of the gloom. While the moon seeksRespite from the clouds,The sun rides
Rent me a place in your childhood,I wish to witness your lifeTake form as you growOld as you are now,And I want to hold you tightAfter every little fightYou had with lifeTrying to figure outWhy some things never panned outWhen they worked out in your
Power is control –A shard of mythThat you think you own,But you are a marionetteDangling at fate’s behest.You think you moved?You are pushed.You think you are quiet?You have been silenced.Think you have spoken?You have been forced to scream –A painful bellow,You have been marked yellowFor
When the dawn came,And the sun blamed,He plodded through the hallway lonelyDragging his weight toward the gateThat opened to his garden slowly. Jumped in joy,To find the coyThat patiently awaited his eyes –Spring had comeAnd the birds had sungA song he had wanted to try.
All my life you had me believe,I had a condition – You can’t do this,You can’t do that.You can’t be him,You can’t be you.Must walk straight,You can’t run wild,Don’t stand there!Why do you slouch?You don’t know things,Should’ve known by now.You can’t keep up,You are way
I write,So I don’t forget,I write,So I don’t have to remember,For I have these pagesHolding the present,The past and the future.These bits and piecesThat go missing in an ocean of words.A ripple that I don’t cause,A whirlpool that takes it all –It dissolves like salt