spliced

 

I feel torn within many layers

Tonight I let you sleep alone

I have me for the night

Many shades, many roaring dreams

Cuts every other where

It’s not to hurt, its the change

I have my windows up

Just like all the other times

I am hoping the storm passes by, this once

Its never the same is it? 

the end

 

It seems that nothing is to take this wretched dulness away

While the world burns of war

And I doom into an unreasonable future so unfitting in the present

I crave a gathering but that’s not all

I crave of being relied upon, I crave of relying

I dream of being known, I dream of knowing 

I feel an empty, crunched up can

Not sure of what it can do, man

The silent, visible unrest

Swallowing up my careful nest

The world is ending it seems

Where do I wanna be?

What to be when I ‘grow’?

Questions, I hardly know

Show me a flicker of hope

Where do all these 30 years old go?

Age, world, media and time

What’s really my crime?

I suffer of unknown

Plans on hold

Maybe the death of the soul?

Maybe too isolated in the throne?

I certainly can’t have it all

Yet I want, want and want it all

I wonder how people are spending time

My loved ones and all online

Something is off, I can say that much

World, me or all of us.

what do you call it?

 

What do you call it 

When you’ve grown but only weeds?

It’s for all to see

Careful water and spendings on the ‘fixes’

Only help it mask the stitches

My eyes, stealing away from gaze

My mind’s away

What do you call it

When you used to know what you wanted

Now there’s a gosht living in this skin

What do you call it

When the world has spun you out of its orbit?

Your oxygen lent, your days owned

What do you call it

When you’re alive, only through the pretence?

The cave of self betrayal and despair runs too deep

What do you call it when you don’t want to live

But you don’t die?

echoes of me

 

A distant echo, that’s me

Roots forgotten, fire on its ending 

Soul binded and heart chasing 

I have changed beyond remembering 

Meeting an old friend or two

What a lovely time travel

I haven’t touched my soul

Been a while since I’ve run its course

Meeting a soul reminded me of my own

The limits of being me,

The cravings of the being

welcome home!

Welcome home!

Such a long while ever since

Must have been heavy,

Lugging you and me

In theatricals of life 

And many self-inflicted webs

You’d been an oar in the murky ebbs

I forgot the point

My shoulders running blind

Eyesight’s pretty weak,

Though pretend to look far off the creek

I pretend to hide

Days and days of shallow life

I’m no saint

I’m no magic

I have been lost

I have been banished

Oh my loveliest piece of heart

Sorry, I haven’t been able to sigh

Oh! How I love to love you

This beautiful nature in me that just blooms

You’ve the lover in me, stunned

I’m rarely me, so blunt!

You’re the dream come true

Wishes granted for some old days of blue