Each day is my writing pad,I carve letters through my routine,Some days sound the sameBut every page remains different.Some days don’t speak at all,While some days sing a song,Some end up getting torn,When I trundle on their edgesTo test at what point do I fallOut
Today I sleepA slumber so deep,I might not wake up tomorrow,While the world I keepWouldn’t care to peepInto the foreboding of my sorrow. Might I lie,If fine am I,It is the knell that peals yonder,That brings nighA will to dieTo end my ceaseless wander. Some
There is a villain in my house, He has murdered conscience And hid its body in the attic. He steals right under my nose, Honest money and truthful notes, And saves malice for those Who try to race him to the finish line. He eats
I build me,To build your life,I make your bed,And tuck you tight,My lullabies are all storiesI cook for you every night, Yet she talks about leavingShe talks about leaving When you are scaredI hold you tightDon’t let goUntil the morning lightI try my best to
All that I buildOn the shore,They don’t holdFor waves come crashing;I don’t mindFor they wash my feet,Preach to be boldAnd tell meHow the water is cold.They teach me howNothing would hold,By smashing my castlesAnd soaking my coat,Train me to try againAnd again if again fails.Praise
All that I was holding down,All that I was holding up,I let goAnd let them fallOn the groundWhere they belongAmongst other things –Repressed actions,Unlived moments,Unworded words,Undone deeds,And finally be freeTo do what I want to,To feel what I want to,And be what I want to,Not
Truant moon,Absent life,I think of youThis lonely night. Did you finally leaveThe silent sky?To find your loverOf the morning light. Or wane becauseI failed to harkTo the soothing songsOf your moonlight. Didn’t you showHow chirpy daysWould always dieA gradual death? How darker daysWould pave away,A
Receding life,Night time,Go back to the darkWhere you came from.Put on the lightsFor you can’t seeYour murky alleyOf crimesYou commitEvery day –Deeds you didOn a wild hunch,Just so you could haveYour morning brunchOver a graveyard of corpses.Land of the faunaIs defeated,Trampled down,By human greed.Your home
When you are not around,I turn into a wereworker. I pounce on the cabinetAnd up on the files,Romp on the keyboardAnd jump on the tiles. I chew away the keys,When I look for a cloud,And drench in the rainOf my miserable crowd. Graze on the
Throw me into the worldTo notice little things,From the throbbing of my heartWhen I go silent with the wind. To the nooks that hideCobwebs in my room,And the walk that drivesMy legs out of the gloom. While the moon seeksRespite from the clouds,The sun rides