Friday, October 14, 2011

What I Am

Living is easy, dying is hard, yet I die every moment. I live as there is nothing to care, but I care every moment.

Within my hollow chambers of thoughts i collect the remaining happiness, like a peasant searching for food from the garbage.

I cry every moment but shed no tears. The back-flow of my tears floods my heart with sadness.

I want to talk but the words become dry as I find no ears that can listen to my dying voice.

Through the alleys of my dream, I see people but I wake up every morning finding myself alone.

The only love I ever feel is of the winds that kisses, embraces me & my thoughts that accompanies me.

Someday I shall become dust, part of the earth, someday I`ll be missed but only to be forgotten.

When my eyes shut on me, my soul flies, I`ll be some one I always wanted to be, nothing at all.

Interludes of inner emotions

The thoughts of failure break me,

The thirst for revenge compiles me,

I, on my knees, look into your heavens,

Unanswered, I count the days.

YOUR court is pending my case,

my patience is giving up on my face.

my foes rejoice, while I still mourn,

They unleashed the demon inside me,

don't make me set it free.

I try to hold on to the knots of blood,

My silent tears may trigger a flood.

The ashes of my dream cripples my existence,

A haunting nightmare threatens the innocence.

Alone i sit under the hollow trees,

I stare at the moon encircling the sky.

the shredded clouds buried my shadow.

the chill crawls my spine as the nights turn cold.

forgive me my bonds If I went astray,

or-else into the abyss of hopeless I may fall.

let me cover the faith in sand for once,

so i shall stand the coming dawn.

Nothingness

In the hidden chambers of my mind a crying madness swirls,

I am blind but I can see the destructive end of my existence.

misanthropic yet I float through the alleys of the false world,

unveiling the lost truth, I fall deeply into the abyss of nothingness.

Confused & frustrated I think about the meaning of my life,

should I put an end to it or to wait till it decays by itself.

I may surpass every sorrow when I am finally laid to rest,

The cold walls of my graves may comfort me in the end.

Unearthed emotions of a dead mourner

Halted hour glass shatters, tired steps stops on barren lands.

diminished by hope, a soul sits silently by the dead
oaks.

twilight sparkles his tearful eyes, but the morning never comes.

in the shades of time, the cherished fullness seems so empty.

the moon marvels the majestic eyes, when he falls like the dying stars.

the distant memories begins to die when he kneel unto his own grave.

the cold wind a hearse, the cleansing rain his funeral`s attendance.

a doleful winter withers him away, let him sleep in a dismal night.

calmly, quietly the earth covers him, the cold soil embraced him.

as tormented sky adopts the sunrise, painted by tragic grays.

Mad thoughts

Blind, sicken, poisoned, I bleed myself
Whispers, voices, screams, I hear myself
Anguished, alone, broken, I fear myself
untie the chains that holds me...
unfold the robe that wraps me...
Serene, innocent, happy... will I ever be myself?
Sick of the voices that circles me,
crying my name out & blaming me
am in the deep oblivion, understand me
am resisting the change that`s emerging inside me
don't push me to the edge of the cliff, I may fall
embrace me once & silently hear me
dark night, no screams, the stars shining so low tonight
walking alone in this mist with a blind sight
free me from these tragedies that are so black
I remember the times that were like the essence of mornings
high walls like that of castle, now surround`s me
the immense mourning that resides inside me...
burns me & melts me like the midnight candle

Tears of summer frozen by winter

The dust covers the sky, rays of the sun dies.
Submerging into the shades, I move into the despairs of autumn.
A chilling wind creeps as The color of life dries.
when the leaves falls to the ground,
The once great hopes perishes within the dusk.
chilling wind now hails through the frozen halls,
Like a King I walk through my ravaged mind..
existing as the royal heir of sorrows, I mourn under the shredded moon
bereaved by the widowed night, I long the coming dawn.
past that I harvest through the forlorn times,
I am destined to rise through the ruins of failure.