Monday, September 2, 2019

Now I know

Why do the poets of the fall lament,
Sacrificing of our beautiful souls?

The impossibility of letting some people go,
They who love you and that you know.
The pain that lives forever, but we never show,
Now I know. Yes, I know.

I am a cold old man now,
Who am I kidding? I was never fun.
But my heart has run out of love,
I have none left, to give to anyone.

I hope they who have had it,
Preserve it well,
As for me, I have always lived in the past,
That story I need not tell.

People lose their senses to their ego,
Think a lot about a better tomorrow.
But the emptiness that follows?
That never ending sorrow?
Do you now know?
'Cause now I know. Yes, I know.








Wednesday, August 28, 2019

Alexander Pope

It is a tedious task,
Shelving memories.

Becoming
What you are not meant to be.
But the world wants to see.

We sit here, clueless!
Do we even need this done?

I have been told,
They have done it already.
I can do it too,
But the motive is missing.

Alarming, is the level,
of this Fucked-up-ness.

My wishes to the humankind,
May you never face,
A situation where ,
You need to claim you have loved again.

Love is a one time affair.
About other lies,  you needn't care.

Some play Gods,
Some act cool,
In the journey called life,
Blessed indeed are the forgetful.





Friday, August 9, 2019

Optimism

I sit and introspect. 
The things I have let go. 
Innocence is what I miss the most,
I couldn't notice it leaving though. 

I don't regret what life did to me. 
Cause life happens to us all, let it be.
I can just sympathize with it,
For having had to deal with me.

I shall forgive and will try to forget,
But would stay physically detached.
You would not be thrown into oblivion,
A once in a while cup of tea, is not that bad.


Saturday, August 3, 2019

Cassandra


The point of no-return is in vicinity.
Maybe I should run and try,
To stop living a lie.

Or should I slow down,
Let the feeling linger, a little longer?
I've heard that time heals; makes you stronger.

My fickle mind flickers like a flame,
This moment I am this, the next that.
Atychiphobic  was the boy, as is the man.

What I really need is to stab my p_n_s,
Into the black hole at the centre of the universe.
Having fucked the world, I wish it just disappears.

Peace be upon us!