In disbelief

She accepted his refusal
It squeezed out all the passion from her heart
Sucked in all the life from her soul,
Now she roams zombie-like, undead
And the cold words of people don’t instil shiver in her form
The heat of jealousy doesn’t burn her gut,
Phrases of praise have lost their meaning to her
And now, she is as good as The Thinker
Who sits sculpted, contemplating a single moment
Of ache, loss, and grief
Unaware, of people, admirers and haters
She sits accepting his refusal
Like a statue of stone, in disbelief.


All love could be

If there was a sound of love
Mine would scream, cry, and howl
And if it had a figure, a substantial shape visible
Mine would be like a mad man turning into a madder wolf;

If love had a language, a script
Mine would be Aztec-like words with Egyptian-like meanings,
If love was a movie or a play
Mine would would only begin after 1000 screenings.

My love, if it could be felt
It would feel like thousand leeches crawling underneath the skin
If it had a scent to it
It would smell of hell fire!
Oh love, If it could have a character
Mine would be of an undead warrior.

If love could be placed, stacked, categorised into the supernatural
Mine would be the ghost of Asmodeus,
And if love was a tree
Mine would have torquoise fruits, and purple leaves;

If love was a truth
Mine would be such none would believe,
If love was the part of a story
Mine would be called the climax,
Oh love! If it was a poetry
Mine would rhyme life with death.

If love had an emotion
Mine would never grieve
If love was a jewel
Mine would be with the thieves,
If love could be seen
All would, but she would never see
If love was only love
My love would never be.

The Last Night

The Last Night

In the night bathed in rain
She sat with puckered lips and eyes dry,
Of the tears she shed the previous night

The night that was soaked in pain,
And her eyes had turned coral as she sat to cry
The night when the moon had shone bright;

But for the last time,
The night she had seen his face,
After he had kissed the lips of another,

Her heart stopped and lungs twisted
Seeing him like that in another’s embrace
Her throat burned and her stature trembled,

As she recalled that star-lit summer night,
When he had embraced her in his arms,
And had her heart surrendered;

The night of which she is thinking tonight,
Is no more than a vestige of the past
trapped in her mind,
But it does not matter to her tonight, for tonight she’ll breathe her last.


Before My Eyes Burn


Would you come now?
It’s getting late, and the sun is about to set;
I haven’t seen you with my open eyes
I cannot remember since when,
Would you come now?
Find me, follow the light;
Claim the part in my life that you have earned.
And if you intend to
Then look up in the sky and follow the smoke,
My heart is ash now;
Find me before my eyes begin to burn.

To the tune of silent nights

Away from the world,
And it's deceiving ways,
I sit shrivelled up,
In solitude, and in her praise,
As the tranquil tune of the silent night, 
Plays; and plays; and plays.

Through the open window,
I gaze at the clouds,
Overlaying the starry skies,
Like a spotless shroud,
As my soul's unheard whimper,
Grow loud; and loud; and loud.

Until they are lost
In the silence that plays,
And whilst they depart,
The emptiness stays,
Amidst them the tranquil tune of the silent night,
Plays; and plays; and plays.

Therein creeps slowly her face,
Before even my senses yearn,
And utters to me in a mystical tongue,
That I try, but cannot learn,
And before even my eyes blink
It begins to burn; and burn; and burn.

And with it, burns my soul,
Tickling my heart with pain,
As I gaze into her fiery eyes,
Try hard, but fail to explain,
But my hopeful heart never fails to try
Again; and again; and again

Away from the world,
And its deceitful ways,
I sit shrivelled up,
While her ashes stay,
Amidst them the requiem of broken dreams,
Plays; and plays; and plays.

In a desert

In a desert we sit

with a bottle of wine,

Amidst the sandy waves

under the bright sunshine.

You won’t break your silence

my jaws refuse to open,

In a desert, silent as dead

we sit with our hearts broken.

I see a picture of myself

dancing in the depths of your eyes,

Though a strange expression you wear,

It’s your face that often lies.

The wind that treads between us

is quieter than this desert,

while on the stage of my mind

a band of thoughts play a concert.

And in that moment of silence

my ear’s catch your beat,

I remember it from that eve

when you held my hand on the street.

In a desert, we sit

stretching on to infinity

diving into each others’ eyes,

we seek forgotten treasures,

A search with no beginning,

A search with no end,

A search for eternity.

Once more time

I am a disappointment to many,

But I won’t be one to you,

Give me one last chance

And I will stop living for you.

I will disappear

Like smoke in the wind

that touched your face yesterday

Far away to a desolate island

I will leave and there stay.

Give me one more chance

I may think but never say

Diamonds are for ever, idols made of clay.

I will walk forwards

I will move on,

If you promise not to think of me

When I am gone.

I am no one to many

But I guess not for you,

Give me one more chance

And I will be gone before you knew.