Day dreaming

Wishes
are dangerous things;
they disturb complacency.

Cause wreckage -
a silent,
invisible ghost.

Wrench apart reality,
the possible,
the everyday

and let you
breathe.

Festering wounds
virulently scratched,
cherished heirlooms
of sadistic pleasure.

Perhaps not intended
to be so...

Strange,
when the purest part of you
slights the primordial.

Is it?

The drum beats
in the distance
faint.
Can you hear it?

A sweet smell
almost imperceptible,
as you pass by.

Balmy melancholy -
when nothing's wrong
and yet
something is...

An old scar
you forgot you had,
forgot the provenance of,
forgot how it hurt.

Victory

I will wait forever
in this well you built for me.

I see no one else,
nor do I gasp for air.

Yet I am naught,
while you roam freely
empty
in search of an island.

I am here,
yet you do not see.
You do not know
and cannot bear the reality.

I will grow and emerge
one day from this circle
to join a row.
Out in the world-free atlast!

And you will wait then
for something
you do not understand.
You will wait forever then,
and I will not be the reason.

Numbness Returns

Bereft, in solitude
the daemons return,
for vengeance.

Morose and winded,
ever climbing,
groping;
As time stands still.

It caves in,
remnants held in vain
stretched beyond hope
stretched beyond life.

Smoldering to ash,
numbness returns.

Seeing a bonsai,
as a lilliputian
from afar.

Entrenched in a cement base,
locked
to the ground,
leaves growing parallel to its surface.

The horizontal branches blotched
with green and brown stains,

the trunk
darkened,
deepened,
by the expanse it carries.
Shadowed over;
perhaps not only by the sun.

Enmeshed leaves
block out the wind;

all that remains
is the pregnant smell
of claustrophobia.

Fictional audacity

Empty words
they always are;
base and cheap.

Beguiling my mind &
holding me back

alone.


No more
shall I be weak.

No more
shall I breathe
sentiment into silence.

No more
will you be what you were.

I see you now
distilled and meek
as you are.

Slapped across your face,
with what you never could give.

Confusion

Coming alive
Gasping for air
As the surface is suddenly disturbed...

Born to a world
Where circles are breaking up
Chains are disentangling

Slouching under the weight of doubt
A lull;
Blindness, and constricting of the throat.

Inevitable maturity,
inevitable disease,
inevitable demise.

Realisation roaring
yet never willed to be heard as the forces take over...

All that really matters...

On the sands of time lies
a bed of lost memories.

As scattered leaves blown away
by the October sky.

Love remains as the
only anchor
in the unknown frontier.

Fear is crippling,
crawling stealthily behind,
an uninvited guest.

Yet if all is lost,
why does hope endure?

Frail and feeble,
almost unable to support
Yet it stays unaffected.

Everything is unknown,
unexpected.

A twinkle, a smile,
just one moment
when all is forgotten.

Whispering dew,
the enchanting moonlight
cool breeze blowing every which way.

Beckon the simple and
uncomplicated
The river calm flowing
through the green marshes
undisturbed

Nothing matters,
not what is lost
nor the unexplored.
All that matters is now,
this day.
Look to this day,
for it is life.

Err..so here we go...

Poetics

Remnants
Unable to do justice
to the verse of life.

Rhythm
Wanting the reality
of a haunting, fleeting melody...

As a faint symphony
from distant corners
of a dark room
draped in mahogany.

Real poetry
is unaware of itself,
lacking pride or introspection.

Expressing the trenchant burden
set deep at the core...
It's beauty reminiscent of
the smell of freshly baked bread...