polar dimension

Sunday, July 16, 2017

The flashes of lights??? What are these I see?
Are they just my imagination, a walking dream???
Or are these bad omens??? Well thats what they seem
the claims of a depraved mind
and the red alert that comes with time.
In the darkest hour of the night
I want to give up without some fight.
Though to you I seem all right
I have covered all the marks of bite.
Bitten and beaten down
I try to project an act of clown.
All you will see is a bit of frown
Even when I am about to drown.
So do not try to condemn me
Or say you know all my past deeds.
I am an open book with an unrecognizable script.
I live in that dimension which you can't relate with.


Turnarounds worries me
Statues ignites insignificant irritation
Trepidation transacts within me
Time and again calls out out to the moor
Searching for a lonely soul
Hoping he would break the wall of insignificance
And take me away.

despair in thin air

On a dark lonely night
She, a silhouette, by the open window
Puffs out a cigarette, ashes burns
She burns with it
And silently inside she mourns
For a dream long gone.
Its not the monster who slaughters her
but the locked up memories
which slashes out of its coffin
on a sleepless night.
With the stars she wishes
For the moon to disappear
So that in the dark she can recall
Those in the light she wouldn't dare to.
Desperate to hear the voice again
Sleep-induced mumbling and silent breaths
She calls out to him. Silently.
"Can you hear me?", she asks
"Can you feel my desperation?"
"Would you let me once
to sing you lullabies again?"
"Would you let me hold you once
pour out all my feelings and cry?"
"Would you meet me at the crossroad
where we last said goodbye?"
She didn't know what she expected
Only silence echoed in the air
And with the broken thoughts of him
She cried out loud in despair.

And I will emerge in your smile

If my voice move through the light
towards the dreams that hypnotize,
grotesque gluttonic nightmares,
through the bridge of vain hopes,
will vanish in the thin air
And I will emerge in your smile.
If the raindrops that falls
through the windows of your soul,
despair feeding the dewdrops
and bury them within you,
With the shine in your eyes,
I will emerge in your smile.
Walking down the lonely way
like a haunted ghosts of dreams
in the roller-coaster ride
of somersaulting solitude
If you call me towards you
I will drive through, cross a mile
And I will emerge in your smile.

Scars and Dreams

You are a golden cage, I am a bird in it
I am a silken snare, and you are a trapped prey
You a blue Dahlia and I a black Rose
tied with a scarlet ribbon
delivered on the day of hailstorm
to the doorsteps of affection
a bouquet received with nasty rain
and watered on gruesome storm
which withered away
when the day saw golden specs
across the horizon.
Now when the silver clouds hang
on the canvas of blue
You are miles apart
with memories marked dusky hue.
Should I cross the bridge over to you
despite the monsters lurking in the shadows
ready to pounce and engulf me in?
Or would you rather follow me
despite the blatant reminder of scars
I bestowed upon you?
Thousands of unanswered questions
thousands of doubts are left hanging
and yet in my dreams
all I wish is that you would lean on me
and I could lean on you.