Saturday, 29 September 2012

moon got blues

it's the full moon night again.

every month
she would desire to admire it
paused, lost in thought
endless thoughts
at other times only one,
same thing though

she believe this to be the only reality perhaps
a common thread, still existing
a delusional comfort
of sharing the same thing with him.
such an act of togetherness

it's the full moon night again.
she is exhausted of admiring it now
the pretense of assumptions appears stronger now
an insane thought, noisier than high tides

when the reality splits,
it splits the mind and heart
it shakes you generously
and then there are different times
where delusion starts to elude
prisoned in the same mind;
filling it with more chaos
opening it's doors to universe
rigourously
questioning it's very existence
it's primal needs.

her soul stirs,
the moon will never look pretty again
another beautiful part broke.
he admires it with somebody else perhaps
fanning his own desires.

somebody else will be in delusion tonight,
and when that will touch the truth
only heavens will fall
bringing down the moon with it.

Thursday, 20 September 2012

like a cocoon

she did not stop dreaming about him
dreams of losing him midst the crowd,
or running after somebody she thought
was him,
dreams that have stirred her...
imagining him calling out her name loud.

it depresses her
how is it different from the times gone by?
where she was always afraid of
losing him
the world where he never understood
the silence and pain of her love
the power of her dreams
to live his
the sanctity of her world...
perhaps because he had his own.

these dreams and the reality then
it's all the same sometimes
she sees him everyday with
other bystanders
having a laugh...
offering love that she always believed
was hers
reality that stirs her soul now
its all gone
along with his deception
all true

but there is always hope...
no matter how brutal & hapless,
like a cocoon wrapped inside all the truth and love
which she still offers him secretly.

Saturday, 15 September 2012

black

until you travel to that place you can't come back
where the last pain is gone and all that's left is black

at last those coming came and they never looked back
with blinding stars in their eyes but all they saw was black

and when you follow through and wind up on your back
looking up at no stars in the sky those white clouds have turned it black.