Monday, February 15, 2010

Freedom in chains

a man is born free
but everywhere he is in chain
he may have his hands free
but 'destiny' is his refrain

when the mind is abound
its soul mate is yet to be found
and when the heart finds its mate
some leave it up to their fate

some believe in the signs
some in spontaneity
they do not know what they want
and wallow in self pity

the path we take
in the name of future impending
is usually overshadowed
by our past continually nagging

yet, humanity, it flourishes!
all sing its glory!
if only we could be so blind
and ignore the real story

a man is born free
but everywhere he is in chain
he may have his hands free
but 'destiny' is his refrain.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

The Aftermath



Morning woke me up
Not that I was sleeping;
I just happened to cross the line
Between inactivity and day dreaming.


Something was irritating me
It was so easy to kill;
One stroke, one sharp twist,
Required no skill.


Oh, dead it is, I saw it die
But it left behind a stain;
However cold you may be inside
You will still feel the pain.

Colors of love

Oh well its valentine's day... thought could write something :P

Love, can be red
A long stemmed rose, on my bed

Love, can be blue
A perfect sky, for me and you

Love, can be green
Alive, young, fresh and serene

Love, can be orange
Possessive, obstinate, illogical and strange

Love, can be purple
A passionate, spirited, deep ensemble

Love, can also be black
The darkest night, a wall to be painted back.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Ghost

There is a ghost right behind my back
who appears in dead black
whispering continually
i choose to ignore usually;
today i heard it say,
how long are you gonna stay?
one day, your mask will crack
I wont be there on your back
that day who will speak?
I, you, or some other freak?

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Loneliness

I wander on the streets
Stare at the night sky
Stare at the moon
And the horde of stars passing by
The empty street
The trees against the sky
See them standing still
Their boughs stretched at the sky
What do they yearn?
What do they seek?
Solace from this world?
Filled with decaying reek?
Solace, if it only could be found
Peace, can it ever be found?
Silent screaming
Hopes drowned
Smile, I smile at the moon
I find my solace
Yes,
Within my loneliness.
 
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