Memories Befoul…

Death

I have lost something today
Lost something important
A piece of my heart
A fragment of my soul
All memories befoul.

In the dead waters
In the dark cesspool
Of blood and bones
Of glory and gore
Have I lost
A piece of my heart
A fragment of my soul.

In the back alleyways
In the stagnating gutters
Among the rotting garbage
Of the yester and yore
Have I lost
A piece of my heart
A fragment of my soul
All memories befoul.

Now the death bell tolls
The death bed is made
All I need to do
Is lie down to sleep
A soft sigh escapes.

A silent step I hear
It gently comes near
Spreads its hand
Lovingly embraces me
My soul it keeps.

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In the Night-time…

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Sorry!
Such an easy word.
Then why can’t I say it to myself?
Why can’t I forgive?
 
All the misdeeds of years bygone;
Come crowding in my mind.
I flounder betimes; drown betimes;
In the flotsam and jetsam of the time.
 
I choose the logical way,
None of the emotional crap for me.
And still I can’t see no escape
Or the smallest hole to creep.
 
Sleep, sleep little bird,
Tarry a bit by my  bedside.
You’ll find new vistas in your dreams,
Happiness to come, stories to weave,
Hurry, hurry little bird,
So much left to do by night time.
 
In the darkest of the hours,
Slumber sweetly in my arms
No shadow shall befall you.
No troubled heart, just ease at last.
Green and light and sweet countryside
To touch your dreams and ease your soul.

The Fissure Remains…

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And it breaks,

Softly, silently

Not even the littlest tremble.

The fissure remains buried deep,

The smallest nudge could crumble

It into million pieces.

The perpetrator remains oblivious,

Head in clouds,

Light as a feather.

There’s nothing else I would

Want for them but to

Be unaware of the chain

Of reaction caused by their actions.

‘Cause innocence lost

Is lost forever.

Pieces of soul given up,

Can’t be retrieved at any convenient time.

As one might wish

Once the event is past.

Remain pure and unblemished,

One pays the price for fairness

‘Cause innocence lost is knowledge gained,

Through rocky paths and brambles.

Choice once made can’t be revoked,

What’s lost can’t be regained..

What’s gained can’t be ungained..

And in the meantime the fissure remains,

Buried deep – a million cracks.

Softly, silently it crumbles,

With age, with time, it weathers.

A Promise…

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I have made a promise
To myself
To keep on walking
Until the end
To persevere
Against all the odds.
‘Coz when it gets tougher
The rough gets rougher.
The bets are higher.
The winnings greater
Just need to stick a bit long.
Smile, sweat and song.
It is a lone struggle
Against the very nature
The lessons of yore
Stacks of customs and mores.
A steep incline
I climb and climb.
Sores on my feet
Fire in my soul.
Now that I see the path.
I can’t do nothing but walk.
To be willfully blind
Is the height of folly.

Runaway Town…

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Soul deep tiredness
Creep in the bones
Drudgery of dailiness
Sink in like stones.

Runaway Town
Flight of one.
Takeoff, touchdown
Crash and burn.

A bumpy ride,
A landing happy.
A dark underside,
A terrain trappy.

An empty, old shell,
Exposed, naked seat.
Stuck in a marshy dell.
In the sun and sleet

A tired husk,
A dry skeleton.
A solemn dusk,
A final home run.

The Elysium…

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A refreshing breath,
A whispering breeze,
A sweet succour,
An everlasting ease.

Troubled heart,
Silent in peace,
A symphony of waves,
Harmony in release.

Worry I did, every moment in my life,
Now in this end, I finally realise,
Pointless was my struggle, my strife.
My slate wiped clean by a single glimpse of paradise.

My soul tears free,
Its corporeal existence ceased,
Abides the celestial decree,
The Elysium achieved.

Broken Wings…

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Broken wings,
There you be,
Awaiting things,
The dreams you see.

The promise of youth,
Glory of pink,
Shrieks uncouth,
No worries to think.

Now it’s gone,
So far far away,
Destiny’s pawn,
You hold no sway.

Broken wings,
It’s a new beginning.
The East wind brings,
Glad tidings!

Broken wings,
No tear to mend,
No ill clings,
No wound to tend.

Broken wings,
You are healed.
Race the wind,
Dreams fulfilled.

Soar on high,
Blue skies are home.
No earthly tie,
Free soul to roam!