Saturday, 2 May 2020

The blind


You carry it all
It doesn't go away
All the decisions you make
They haunt you down to your good old days
What happened, what you said, what was the truth
You can go over and over but you would only lose
Your mind, your sanity, your better judgement
The right, the wrong, beyond it is a road
You were told to keep safe from that very road
Was a lie, like rest of it all
The blind must come off
what you felt, how it did it go?
Baby it's all really just about you
intervening, sketching, mending the broken
if those are your parts then go put some stitches
All my faces, all my hot and cold shades
I'm not just a page, I'm a sketchbook full of taste
It's all me, the hurt, the strong, the rebel, the weak
I grew in length, i stayed strong to my feet.
Roots remained the same
Grew up in varied schemes.
I'm the monster I have saved myself from me.


Tuesday, 21 April 2020

Stone cold


I'm the demon I hid myself from
and you, I couldn't even see or serve 
I was the chain on your legs
sour taste on your tongue
I was to keep away the death
I was the one who shot you straight through the head
Turns out i didn't see mirror
heard whatever mouths uttered
Let people laugh, my insecurities root deep within
Now I live with this heart, stone cold as you said
And I see exactly where I messed it up

Friday, 13 March 2020

My ruins


Surrounded by people 
I try not reach to your memory
Logic is helping me out
Today i win
I know i have lost in all ways
Yet i stand and laugh here in my ruins

Little secret

And i'll tell you a little secret
I am happy and am not
My eyes tell you what's inside
My tongue's clever it never slips
All my laughter showers on you
All my sighs i never spread
Let me tell you a little secret
You'll never understand me beyond my walls
If you really wanna know me, read my words they tell you all

Sunday, 1 March 2020

Coldness of winters


I don't feel a need to tie you up anymore.
I don't crave the need of you.
Perhaps we were meant to witness love in the raw form that we did
and even though I'm not feeble anymore
somewhat a place stays vacant
and I'm not sure how much time would it take 
for me to open it to the world again.
I'm relieved, I just don't want to wander.
I'm hoping that one fine day, that could be any day now,
I'll feel the sun coming up again on my sky,
warm me up but before that all I might be destined to
experience is coldness of winters.