A few dreams, here and there... scattered.
And a lot of deep thought... given.
Fragmented wishes... rippling within.
Tormenting past and bitter-sweet memories...
Don’t know what I’m holding,
Between my dreams and nightmares
A transition perhaps.
Love notes, roses and stuffed toys.
The entire bundle of joy,
Goes wasted and from ashes to ashes
From dust to dust.
I remain...the worn-out soul.
Behind the woods, beyond the moon
A silver silhouette of the lores
Of forgotten days.
An era perhaps.
Tomfooleries and buffooneries
Food for thought and
Lost pages of my diaries.
Corpses of dead expectations
Lie naked underneath the garb of smiles
God..fate..my luck...is all fucked up.
An inside joke perhaps.
Decked up halls
Fucked up life.
Waiting for an
Engagement with death
“Not so soon”, speaketh thou!
“Despicable me”, I cry aloud!
And nobody answers the door.
An empty house perhaps.
Blank pages and unscrupulous thoughts
Thou sayest, “speak to me not”
I cry in vain but you don’t see
I scratch my elbow and bruise my knee
And the heart breaks too,
If you haven’t noticed sire
Into a thousand pieces, for a liar
Promises broken and shadows remain
A dark room in the mind, perhaps.
