He lurks in the dark
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Like a sneaky shadow,
he follows the sound of your traces.
He moves in a slithery manner,
his poise an unfathomable manner.
Behind his veil is a wounded soul,
inside his heart a deepening quagmire.
He is trapped in a whirling gyration,
he seems to have lost his way home.
Yet he remembers the smell of terror,
the taste of lingering chill too.
Like a crippled soldier though,
his steel of determination refuses to buckle.
Perhaps he can win,
yet hope is all he have.
He takes a good look in the mirror,
he could see many reflections.
***
Me and my problem
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Perhaps a couple of years down the road,
when teenage days have left us behind,
and escaping is no longer a viable option,
we will sit down and take a look at where it had all gone wrong.
Was it plain ignorance,
was it pure cowardice,
or was it an in-built mechanism,
determined to correct whatever wrong there was,
internally.
But the endless pursue of understanding no longer holds any value,
if the problem can never be unlocked with the key.
What is a question without an answer?
What is a future without a pathway?
What then is love when a mystical glow held in at a distance vice?
Looking at myself when darkness curtains,
I shudder to think of a possible future.
Life is full of daunting missions,
yet mine is one which i can never win.
For even if i triumph with my physical silhouette,
my sanity will long be devoured by the inner devil.
As i strolled along the bending pathway,
with droplets of pain drizzling down on me,
my soul refused to acknowledge the calmness there existed.
It wasn't plain stubborness,
nor was it ugnorance at work.
How can a soul be revived,
when it has long lost its way,
sometime when he was still a young little kid,
forced to endure pain people can never envisaged?
***
As you grow up
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
As you grow up,
You realise that life is so confusing.
People promise so many and fulfill so little,
So much so that trust is a word that has lost its meaning.
And you wonder,
At the end of the road what do you exactly get?
Do you wish for the sky,
Or just a goodnight sleep?
There are so many things to chase for,
So different each one will take you.
How do you know which one will lead you off course,
And which one will shape your soul the way you want it?
And as you grow up,
You learn that relationship is so fragile.
Forevermore is a word that is best left unsaid,
For it will only leave some broken hearts too many.
Friendship is another fuzzy facade.
What's real and what's a mirage you cant decipher.
People laugh and people cry,
But do smiles hide a blade and tears show a key,
To unlock what they are really thinking about?
And finally you grow up,
Into a hardened, nonchalent form.
Too many lies, too many false hopes.
Dreams are best left for children to hold.
Where are you going.
Where am i going,
You know?
You know?
***
Sweet lavender
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Just the other night,
We took a stroll down the orchard.
The sight of perplex variegate,
It calms our souls and nerves.
I knew that I was wrong.
How i wished that i could right,
All the wrongs that I have done.
Tears down your hurtful guise,
Place where kisses used to embrace.
But you turned and say,
Everything was a tad late.
I miss your lingering lips,
The smell of sweet lavender.
Everynight I lay awake,
In search of hidden answers.
But I know once love has passed,
Soul in me has gone and died.
Like the other night,
We could not find words to defend.
The chilling silence of surrender,
It pulls us down and wakes us up.
I knew that I was wrong.
How i wished that I could right,
All the wrongs that I have done.
Cries down your throbbing heart,
Place where my love used to reside.
But you turned and say,
Love will never last.
I miss your lingering lips,
The smell of sweet lavender.
Everynight I lay awake,
In search of new direction.
But I know that you have gone,
Soul in me has grieved and part.
Gone, like the wind don't stop.
No taste lasts, no love stays.
Promises are made to break,
Ours is a mistake that never should have.
I miss your lingering lips,
The smell of sweet lavender.
Every night I lay awake.
In search of some memories.
But I know that I have gone,
Soul in me has cried and downed.
I miss... your lingering lips.
The smell (oh..) sweet lavender.
Coz' every night I lay awake,
In search of you.. yes its you.
But I know that you have gone.
Soul in me has left and end.
Sweet lavender,
Nothing stays, nothing lasts...
For the one who passed me by
***
