Relics

Come here, come closer, Why are you scared?
I was once one of you, though i'm no longer there,
for though once in the sunshine, my walks I took,
towards the darkness is where I now look.

Flames have licked at what was left of my body,
Words have pierced the remains of my soul,
I can see the horror, it's reflected in your eyes,
won't you ever believe that once I was whole?

Throughout my existence I have been branded,
the weight of expectations has made me numb,
the halls of hope have slippery floors,
and to darkness have I finally succumbed.

I rise in glory as the phoenixes do,
revived from the ashes of my faults,
within seconds again, I burst back into flames,
and into the depths I fall.

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words, they poison my blood,
and every second odd that my heart bleeds,
into my conscience they flood.

The day will come as my times runs out,
and I know that day the axe shall fall,
thought the castle of my dreams will age and crumble,
But my soul shall haunt it's hallowed walls.

Muse

You've seen me do it again and again,
I do it now and I did it then,
It's pain that I feel, this feeling I caress,
Till it feels so sublime that it causes no more distress.

The flames that lick my body make me feel clean,
They burn away some parts of me that are darker than they seem,
Every inch of my skin burns in those flames,
Even as the agony is washed away, I feel no pain.

Inside the inferno that I call my mind,
I still know not where my thoughts are aligned,
Those abstract emotions jealousy and despair,
Are they to leave me in a constant state of disrepair?

To integrity and hope I hold fast,
I wonder how much longer they will last,
Do I risk them? Do I risk getting lost?
Or do I stick by them obstinately, No matter the cost?

Abstract

Knocking on the door on a cold winters day,
six months already done, but still six months away,
The hustle bustle in this humdrum life still can be felt,
but then again you can feel the Ice melt.

The cold is gone, the sun is in.
it's too bright to ignore, you know you can't win.
the storm rages outside and ravages all thats there,
it's quite calm inside, silence reigns here.

Doves take the messages across,
some make it through, others are quite lost,
pigeons are but pigeons, they can't understand why doves,
are so keen to take them up on their turf.

Away in the darkness a steady heart thumps,
hearing it beat can give you goosebumps,
it working hard, draining out the despair,
No longer alone, it can feel the call of another one out there.

Flashblacks.

Sitting in a dark corner,
Shadows on my mind,
Running through my memories,
I wonder what I'll find.

Grains of sand on a beach of hate,
a few castles blown away by a twist of fate,
An ocean loud, vast and deep,
fed by the tears of skies that weep.

A lonely pawn upon a black tile,
A knight taking him out with a triumphant smile,
while the queen looks on and the king stands still,
Looking of of the castle's window sill.

A childish act of innocence,
ramblings that just don't make any sense,
a safety net cast out by some friends,
as sanity totters upon the fence.

A checkered board of a vivid past,
memories that forever last,
a poster of hope that no longer holds fast,
uncertainty and doubt as the die is cast.

Candlelight.

It's dark in here,
you need some light,
Ignite this candle and hold it up,
and see the darkness take flight.

Cobwebs hang from the ceilings,
while champagne flows off the glass,
no breeze blows, the air is still,
a thick carpet of dust has amassed.

The windows have cracked and yet are black,
they won't let the sunlight through,
a broken chair and a weathered desk,
and unused bottles of expired glue.

Papers have scattered everywhere,
the paperweight still rolls on the floor,
and yet now that you have candle lit,
Everything is basking in it's glow.

A ray of light it all it takes,
A hope to survive and flourish,
so get out the broom and clear out your mind,
It's about time you won this skirmish.

Of Destruction

A hazel feather in the gusty wind,
floats down to rest upon my shoulder,
And wishes to speak to me, of destruction.

I ask him what it is that he knows,
about human tendencies and egos,
those that ultimately lead, to destruction.

I ask him why is it that everyone throws,
what ever they have right out of the window,
and then they all complain of destruction.

Why is it that lies and deceit,
brings good down to it's knees.
And leaves in it's wake, destruction.

Mutely the feather floats away as it must,
spurred on by the powerful gust,
And leaves me mulling about destruction.

Killing myself Slowly

A breath of fresh air,
in a dusty room,
a wave of hope
and yet there is gloom,
What is it that I am doing?
I probably will never know,
I'm killing myself slowly
And will forever more.

A knife of dread,
piercing a dull throbbing heart,
tearing it slowly,
I see the pieces fall apart.
Skeletons tumble out of the closet,
into my eyes they stare,
No blood no gore,
There's just emptiness there.

A wound for every decision made,
slashed wrists with every lie ever said,
the world stands still as the clock ticks,
a gaping hole where ever the conscience pricks.
A broken bone for every choice made wrong,
In a splint for anyone ever wronged,
A battered mind , none worse for there wear,
And then finally me, slowing killing myself in despair.


ps:- The myself in this note is a reference to the sense of 'being me'. This is not to be mistaken for anything else.