A silent serenade

Why do I feel alone? Why do I feel I am the only one left on this planet at certain times of night, and that no matter how loudly I scream, no one will ever hear me? Is this how everyone feels, or is it just the way I feel? These questions mar my thoughts, as I lay on my couch and watch the Germans beat the soccerroos 4-0 at the World Cup finals in South Africa.
I feel like writing a poem. But I don’t know what I should write about. Here goes –

Silence is the music for my deaf soul,
Quiet and Peace take their toll,
I want to be amidst a crowd,
Hear voices, merry and loud…

Many a mistakes I have made over time,
My feelings are worth no more than a dime,
I hurt someone, stabbed her hard,
I look back and swallow a shard…

Lust and Greed led me to doom,
I sit cold, within the walls of my room,
Morose feelings and heartache are the norm,
But deep within, rages a storm…

I must and will undo the evils of past,
Throughout my life, the guilt must not last,
Give love a chance, is what I pray,
But the words “ I love you”, I dare not say…


Now I will stop and lay my head to rest,
And stubbornly put my puny heart to test,
Thank you for all the care and concern, love and affection,
God bless my conscience as it withers on the road to perdition…

The Aftermath

Night descends upon the azure fading horizon,
Yet no crickets dare to sing their friendly song,
Every vein within my body has been undone,
Neither friends nor stars to move us along…

Only rhythmic tunes of a shooting gun,
Forcing the victims to a place they don’t belong,
A world where blood and scars bury once beating hearts,
A place where timeless love must depart…

Barbed wired fences chain our helpless souls,
Tender sounds of women as their innocence dried,
Children dying from the life that they stole,
A young man covering the corpse of his bride…

White haunting eyes reveal their lost control,
All their thriving life has now been denied,
Listen carefully and you can hear the Earth cry,
As the smell of lost hope carpets the sky…

The death of Man

Seeking a home, where I am welcome…
O great world of opportunities, where are thou?
I am waiting on a barren island alone,
Where no one can hear out no matter how loud I call…

This is the time, for the clamor to strengthen,
O friends, where are thou, my so called, brethren?
Finding solace in a trite contrast, in untrue love which stabs my heart,
Stark raving mad… ha ha , a cruel laugh, I am he who laughs…

Fury, Bitter and Mellow both wrapped around a thin dying frame…
Twisting and Twirling around, locked in a swamp of furtive feelings..
Mother have you not seen your sepulchral son,
As he wakes up and wails… at dawn…

I wait to live my new life to the brim…
When shall it arrive, or do I just love to dream??
And till then.. Shall I submerge myself slowly into this abyss of darkness
Of Brazen feelings that built mankind, preacher of the black rites thy harbor….

The blessings of God weigh on me,
Dream of things and they may come to you…
Things I never could imagine have now come true,
The last beacon was far away, a waste of this life, one more day…

I am a subliminal surfer on this stormy sea,
Riding upon waves of morbid tunes and the growling thunder of grave decay...

There is a bright white light that comes from within, it rescues me,
At dawn HE comes and pardons me…
I kneel in prayer and further, I shall now atone my sins,
O Lord of Life, the blood of glorious good still runs in me…

I am a crying child, born again,
Alleviate me, O Great God of my perpetual pain…
I want to learn each joy u gave, And each gift you shower I vow to accept,
Endow me with bliss, Enable me to be, Let me feel…

May the preordained pattern within, this world of infinite dimensions,
Be visible to me, in all its magnificence,
To my eyes, half cleansed, half closed…
Unlock and Open to me, The doors of perception….

A Poem that is an allegory.... for us miserable souls caught in this traumatic life...

We never ever find time to do what we want...do we?

The Myriad Magical Moments of Life...2

This poem is for people who have fallen in love....

A Cute Poem for a Cute Girl: MISSING U…


You changed my world with a blink of an eye,
It is something that I can not deny,
You put my soul from worst to best,
That is why I treasure you my dearest…

You just don't know what you have done for me,
You even pushed me to the best what I can be,
You really are an angel sent from above,
To take care of me and shower with love…

When I'm with you I will not cry even a single tear,
And your special touch chases away all of my fear,
You have given me a life that I could live worthwhile,
And one step better every time you smile…

U were always there to help when I cried,
To bring back my faith that almost died,
Now my life is a dream come true,
It all began when I found you…

Now I have found what I am looking for,
It's you and just you and nothing more,
Co'z you have given me this feeling of pleasure,
Something I had never felt and nor can I measure…

I wish I could talk to you till the end of the day,
But now I'm running out of things to say,
So I'll end by the line you already know,
"I MISS YOU" more than my words could ever show…

To people who complained it was illegible...

THE SCHISM


The time is up and it’s the end of my not so bright day,

The cold silence juxtaposed with the sky, pale gray,

The lack of communication is a mask that hides the pain,

I chuck my soul and conscience down the drain…

Now willing to risk it all for the thrill that pushes me ahead,

The maniacal Mr. Hyde trying to make the most till I am dead,

The mirror of hatred unveils its pallid face beneath the hood of sadism,

I have no fears, for I have already bridged the chasm…

The demons of darkness unleash their fury and rage,

The blood spilled and feelings ripped apart setup the stage,

For the final act of pandemonium,

Good and bad must always maintain the equilibrium…

The bizarre chains of thoughts that eat up my head,

The bold and brave must only chose the path I tread,

It is the only way to be complete, my only respite,

The schism is in me, the light of Lucifer within me shines bright…

At dawn, I lay exhausted and foaming,

Wishing the acts of night would be only be my dreaming,

But I find the stains that adorn my body, the weapons lying astray,

It’s the line between right and wrong that fades away…

p.s. - this is a dedication to the millions of people who know how it feels to have their hearts ripped apart by evil and decadence.