Exile

 

I have exiled the me that loved you

You asked for it so now it hurt you

Come home let’s go

There’s no place where there weren’t you

I hid you in my folders

The memories, feelings and even off my shoulders

You know how am I?

You let go, oh so cruel am I

You stopped sitting across the fireplace

Well, it wasn’t real but look it burnt us down

Me, me and then you, you

You never said we or us and just let it cool

It’s nothing else but your change of heart

Or did you just forget the place I kept you at?

Take from me, blossom

That’s what I did, but boy! I didn’t reckon

The love bomb had gone away since ages

You were just a plain man with some music

circles

 

Not new anymore this revolution,

Revelation, not this terrifying

Failures and disappointments, stagnant again?

Movement, here it comes

Did you forget about yourself again?

Honey, how many circles we've completed?

The knife, the hand and the heart

Oh! they all belong to the same body?

Yeah! the same face then fills the wounds.

the veil

 

It has been here all along

A thread, waiting to be touched

A door always opened

Yet never entered

I passed through it so many times

Blind, mute and with a chattering mind

The veil, I am able to get off

Once in a while

This is it, I have it all

The hurdle, the cure

The magic, the sure

Certain is my uncertainty

Uncertain of my sanity

I put a see saw under my feet

I get some snacks and take a seat

Then comes in the veil

Sometimes stumble, with a gait

Caressing fingers coming for me

Oh look! Its just me

The strength, the love, some basic things

I have always been capable of all of this

inked

 

This is not the moment for the acknowledgement of terror

Its time to paint my face, body and soul

Push hard, soul might turn on again

Been flashing on and off all this while 

All maps in the bin 

White paper ahead and a pen right beside it

Is ink yours or borrowed? 

Did you nod again but to a new master?

Where are your weights? 

Oh they never returned them? 

Do you think these arches on your palm were carved?

And they are not your makings? 

You gave the brush away?

Now you use any that appraoches your hand? 

That pencil you sharpened but forgot to use? 

Do you not need glasses to see? 

Where did you buy your vision from?

Madman

 

I hear it coming

My dead heart just beat again

A blood clot growing in womb

Time tik-toking away

Its that time again

Hello my friend

I am tired of my life again

Shine wore off of the world so new

This game design ain’t same for few

Someone calls it running to the past

Some say stick a bit around

Some suggest to let the days go by

The inner voice desires of creeping back

To the world of known

To the world of friends

To the predictable words

To the same old expectation of no change

Where miracles happen

Where soul wins

Where God resides

Where you decide

O! Lost madman listen to your heart