Way to go

Dark night awaits,

let the journey begin.

Untold memories,

waiting to be made.

Silent night,

cozy calm.

Feelings to be heard,

just stay awake.

Not a bird in the sky,

just the silent moon.

Strange peace creeps within,

No words-no thoughts,

just me-lost in speed

and then sudden darkness.......

Bewitched

Beauty in your eyes,

such flaunting lies,

enters my life,

with a cunning smile.

All I do is give,

for a simple wish,

to feel your lips,

with a longing kiss.

Emotions so wrong,

feels so right.

Make believe love,

just step aside.

Its plain old lust,

that weakens me.

I control my heart,

with a guilty streak.

Prove me wrong,

be with me.

Such is your beauty,

bewitching me.

Fade away

Close your eyes,

hear your voice,

lost in the waves,

mixing with your heart.

Close your mind,

just smile away.

Let the air tease,

your worries away.

Can you hear it,

your soul sings,

not of freedom,

but of peace.

Feel it,

remember it,

live in this movement,

and then wither away.

Memories of filth 

Glamour and fame,

stolen money and no shame.

Smoke and booze,

babes on cruise.

Dream of lust,

freedom and powers thirst.

Illusions of glory,

you the judge - you the the jury.

Karma comes with a swing,

rips you of everything.

Down goes your life,

with no will to strife.

Cowardly way to die.

nerve caressed by a knife.

Soo enslaved by guilt,

memories of filth.

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Beautiful peace.

A hint of light,

on the cloud beneath.

Silence so sincere,

mind's now numb.

No words - no thought,

peace is truly beautiful.

Light now shines again,

in my forsaken world.

Thank you.

Wake up.

Escape from dreams,

come to reality,

because in this world exits,

a different form of possibility.

A pen may write,

a brush may paint.

But your hands alone,

can truly create.

With a mind soo vast,

you can create your ways,

To tear mountains apart,

or find a lion to tame.

Let belief in your heart,

call will to stay,

because today is the day,

you will be truly awake.

A thousand crimes committed,
guilt, now a source of boredom.
Bad times-good times,
all seem the same.

What a tasteless life!

No time for soul searching,
money is of essence.
Death awaits regret,
no care, who cares.

Finding peace.

Happiness is a dream,

peace is a achievement.

It's not easy as it seams,

its caged by freedom.

You can be free to live,

but never free from death.

You can be free to love,

but not free from lust.

You are caged by thought,

and that thought is freedom.

Troubled Mind

Fleets of discussion,

enters my mind.

An endless day,

and now a tiresome night.

Memories of childhood, 

emotions from the past.

Answers were revealed,

to the questions never asked.

Oh God!

does this brain,

never shut up!

Insights in religion,

smiles like a punk,

Why does my brain,

at night seem drunk.

A story in the end,

quiets my mind.

It seems like a child,

of a troubled kind.

Silence at last,

no dream so divine.

on a cloud I sleep,

with this child of mine.

Their wicked world

I smell ash in the air,

& hear the helpless cry.

In this world of darkness,

the fools run the lives.

Rivers of blood flow,

on floats the life boats.

In tears they finally drown,

yet they fool around.

Deprived of faith,

they are deprived of fate.

So their roof comes crashing down,

yet they can't see,

how they are fooling around.

The end is near,

yet they dream of heaven,

the truth escapes their sight.

Are they sinners or they fools,

still in wickedness their soal dies.  

Mirror World

The man in the mirror,

a familiar stranger.

A man who sees,

the truth in reality.

But where is reality?

In his world or mine?

He smiles,

hinting a tempting truth,

of a silent world of peace,

waiting to be understood.

Can it be true?

I a puppet

Strings pulled hard,

by life itself.

Tangled by freewill,

i stay in thought.

What's right by me,

is wrong in itself.

As i live to please,

the puppets themselves.

The illusion revealed,

but i choose to stay home.

My puppeteer smiles,

it's time to get back to my show.

Just Fly

You try too hard,

you forget your smile,

and then, there's no peace of mind.

You fail,

you cry,

accustomed to a burdened life, why?

You are still young,

there's still time to heal,

there's still time to feel,

and there's still time to rise.

Just spread your wings,

let the wind tease.

Just smile,

as you fly into the open sky. 

The wait

Songs of my past,

speaks of the hate,

brought by my words,

as anger breaks through.

Though these are all reasons,

i know the truth,

i know i have wronged,

i know i have sinned,

and now i seek my punishment.

Piles of irritation,

over inner conflict unresolved.

What surprise me though,

is boredom.

Nothing matters to me anymore.

What have i become?

My heart's so still,

nothing stirs within.

I walk undead,

waiting for the end. 

 

Silence

No noise,

thoughts speak,

with no voice.

Heart beats,

soul breaths,

in peace,

it heals.

Eyes feel,

tears cleanse,

emotions overwhelm,

in silence.

No greed,

no goals,

just live,

in silence.

No fight,

no sacrifice,

just kneel,

to silence.

 

Just silence.

 

 

Man with a grin

Writing is an art,

not constrained by time.

My pen came to a halt,

nothing yet rhymed.

A day in the park,

my heart spoke to me.

If i listen to him,

inspiration may come on one knee.

Wonderful breeze,

played with my hair.

The warmth of the sun,

welcomed me to this day.

I saw him,

he who shall inspire me.

The man with a grin,

brought my key.

A tall-thin man,

with mischievous eyes,

with a weird smile,

wore a crooked tie.

He plucked a flower,

and placed between his teeth.

he walked with a skip,

and clapped in a beat.

He confessed his love,

and promised her everything.

But got slapped in return,

delivered with cruelty.

No walk of shame,

no signs of remorse.

He waited with patience,

with nothing but hope.

He smiled and waved,

then plucked another flower.

he went under the shed,

and looked for another lover.

So much life he carried,

a hard thing to write.

Yet i felt a smile,

rising in my mind. 

Thank you

Thank You

The sparkle in your eyes,
makes me wonder, 

am I worthy of you?

My life was freed,
from certain sadness,
by the touch of your livelihood.

Not a movement ceases to be beautiful,
as my heart has finally sung,
was my life just waiting for you?

You are my miracle,
and you are my angel,
my love, thank you.

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Me

Me

Why do you flee in my sight,
is it fear or is it my might.
Is it because I have seen pain,
to fulfill my foolish gains.

Is it because,
I watch you with cruelty.
With truth in my heart,
I curse quite fluently.

Is this the price,
to live genuinely.
A mask free life,
you all need so poorly.

You see me,
with your crooked sight.
You scorn me,
with your pretentious life.

I don’t care,
if it’s not justified.
Because this is the way,
one should live his life.

I know it’s unwise,
to live a life un-prioritized.
But I wish to die,
living my destined life.

Longing sleep.

A beautiful smile,
once reached her eyes.

Now they are filled,

with tears of time.

When one is lost,

the other has to cry.

But why do tears,
have to wash her dry.

She walks a path,

with the reason unknown.

Darkness sneaks in,

creating a lie of its own.

Now she lives in fear,

her eyes tight shut.

She swings her knife,

forgetting whom to cut.

She looks into a mirror,

sees the one.

Who drove her mad,

now he has come.

Death came to her,

she can finally sleep.

In the arms of the man,

for whom she was weak.

Mischievous mind

I lay here staring at the sky,

I was just about to shut my eye.

When a thought crossed my mind,

Are you bored with your life?

Whatever life throws at you,

You always have a clue.

Your soul is seeping away,

Your emotions are losing their way.

Then curiosity took a breath,

The mysterious were one to help.

Life was about to be claimed,

Was boredom really slain?

I sit there in my pile of thought,

Complaining what time has bought.

When it was me who didn’t thrive,

Now go and get a life!

The sarcasm in my voice,

Told me ,

Ahead is a bothersome night,

Tomorrow the sun will smile,

As I sit here without a dream.

I got up and made some tea,

Determined to decipher,

What those thoughts mean,

Until then,

Its not gonna let me sleep.

The thoughts are a worthless cry,

did nothing but waste my time.

I lay back with a sigh,

Cursing my mischievous mind.