Everything Fades Away

Silhouettes loom in the corridors

Like ghosts in the corners of my mind

This walk is never ending;

In search of a path that I'll never find.

Meant to live, meant to breathe

This world is a perfect place to hide,

The mechanical life goes on

With reality, some dreams don't collide.

For once this bleary town

Had looked so different that night

Blood sang out of me from nowhere

Had never felt so alive.

Its still good to have  memories

A slow smile creeping up at low tide

Soon swallowed by waves of emptiness

Seasoned with self-pride.

Want to wake up kicking screaming,

Imbibe each drop till I burst with life

Hollow, brain-dead, broken

But the spirit refuses to die.

Whats not meant to be, will never be

No matter what you feel, do or say;

Once again I learn my lesson

Everything fades away.

Silliness

On the window sill,
I saw a little kitten run by
Aiming and jumping
after an elusive butterfly.

I watched curiously
laughing, I almost fell off my chair
Coz as much as it tried,
The kitten kept missing it by a hair.

Even if it did catch it
that would be the end of the game
What you want and what you get;
May not actually be the same.

Run along as much as you want
After this and that and that,
The pursuit of happiness is pointless;
Be practical, stupid cat!

Ephemeral

Red, soft petals,
a memory now withered.
Fragile, round, thin
slowly dissolves into nothing.
Thats the way life is
thats the way is happiness
Like water that slips
away, between your fingers.
An insane blue bird

looks for a cage to call home,

It lives for a while
Ephemeral it is, not Immortal;
Dying on the wings of time,
A time, that once was.

Russian Roulette

A hand drops the gun to the table,
Another turns it around;
I take a seat to face my enemy
Deep breath before the rounds.

My opponent is a cool one
Fanning with a black fan;
Dares me to pick up the gun
And the fun began.

My opponent knows me through and through
She knows how to incite
The words hit home and I stand
All braced up to fight.

I upturn the glass and set it afire
to shake things up;
Hold the gun to my head
suppressing a hiccup.

Nothing happens
I give a gleeful victorious smile
I pass the gun to my opponent
and mock her back this time.

With almost steady hands
She gracefully, picks it
As if it were some jewel
Adorning the neck of a puppet

Even this time
There is only a click;
The Bullet did not choose her
My breath gets thick.

Blood rushes into my ears
My eyes, head, heart stop
All I can think of now
Is how I can pass the death cup

With steady eyes
I point my gun
Size up my enemy
and fire my Weapon

The bullet races against time
And lodges in the forehead
My enemy slumps in her chair
But I dont move ahead

Through the glass wall
I scream and scream and scream
I watch helplessly as I kill myself;
This is not a dream.

Fiction

That is my notebook
and that is my pen
thats my chair,
and this, is my den.

Those are things accomplished
along with dreams that waver
and these are the things I have to do
Come whatever.

Don't know when, my life
for what did I mistook
I feel as if I am
some character in a book.

Coudn't care

Couldn't care less about the world I see
Humans devouring humans; minds filthy

Couldn't care less about the poison I feel
I dare it to pierce, make me reel

Couldn't care less about, what you think
Its ironic enough, that you live on the same brink.

The blind side

When the dying sun seems like
a colored blob just out of your reach;
and you start to expect warmth
to emanate from sunny colored liquids;
When the white crescent moon seems like
a monstrous scar on the back of the sky;
and you feel that no light will ever touch
the tattered fabric of your face;
I say
welcome, to the blind side.