A Sad Someone

Souvenir is her heart, nurtured by someone else,
Hailed close if in vain, she wonders even today,
In love, in lies, forever crimson marked,
Lost in the dark still, awaiting a thornless path,
Pent up masks of solace, walled in mirage bricks,
In search of the master key, to life's cruel tricks.

Light

Dancing in the shadows, waiting for the rain,
Enamoured with vain, the jolly enigmatic pain,
Eschewing darkness, her light dispelling gloom,
Prattling in silence, prancing thorns of bloom,
In this esoteric reality, where's to find a way?
Kindness in paucity, has humanity lost away?
And she remains in the shadows, her thoughts searching for a home.

Falls

My beloved, of once, I write these lines,
To be a sailing blotch, for endless times.

Bloomed from nothing, a pasture not rot,
Lovely in quietus, who would have thought?

A repeat akin to möbius, obviliously inveigled,
Empressed lead spuriously, behind by the dead.

Today, tomorrow, yesterday, all same,
A puzzlement in time, a dangerous game.

Numbness can be ignored, closed can the senses be,
So what if none can escape, each heart's esteemed melody?

Yes an empty shell, of glee and furthermore no agony,
Incredulous? Ah! Ahoy, I do dare you to stop me.

Broken gets the band, the jingles cease to rain,
Yet the drizzling drops, keep betraying their pain.

A line like a circle, these last two lines do fill,
For sometimes the inks of errors, do not want to heal.

Night

A sweetest girl I've ever seen,
With spurious smiles, holding dreams,
In her hedged heart, having never been,
Hurt on purpose, so beautifully gleams,
Her skin in the dark, raining, her eyes,
Betraying the mystery, sprinkles at a time,
What thinks she, does she, or all my lies?

Stabs intermittent, rejections in dust,
On this paved path, so strong I stay must,
For what else is love, if not your smile,
Your cheer, your joy, your glory, your just,
And yes the same, nevertheless,
Even if--I'll try--you're not mine...

The delightful thunder, showering wry hopes,
Am I to proceed, but unable to cope?
A precipice of mess, a misstep away,
So maybe I will never, say my heart today,
Let this thread blossom, alone, as it may,
What's to do or be done, I am none to say,
Forgot, forgotten, a day may come I cower,
But my fancy for her, will never unflower.

Freefall

Days of past, being survived in mind,
Living lifeless, lamenting life unkind,
A drop of pure chance, miscible as wish,
Asking first in life time, what falter feeling is this?

Verily etched inexorable, this stratum in,
Guilt self-condoned, but still as much in sin,
Conflicted pushes, never though will come shove,
Just for jiffy, felled fortuitous felt love.

Love? Or lust? Sweet semblance of a friend?
Or a present the present, doth benevolently send?
Ever-slipping answers, heart engraved encore,
First time again, am' falling in love so more?

Transform

When your heart is stone
Even if you're alone,
You can wage a war,
On that wretched star.

When the tears are dead,
Livid memories well fed,
Free fires let ignite,
Kindled by true night.

When friendships are scarred,
Regal relations marred,
Can you stop the fight
Even conquering light?

Unlover

I feel our bond breaking,
But I feel that comfortable love too,
And my heart sobbing and shaking,
Doesn't know if the medicine are you.

The tears and smile sporadic in vain,
Lost in this world, I'm the wise fool,
Will I ever find happiness again?
I can only wonder, like an useless tool.

Words come and go, inessential and ominous,
Where is the truth naked and shining,
For which we have been so famous?
Take it away, all this pain,
Take it away faster than a fling,
Baring my soul, I'll be left all alone,
Laughing in the rain, for a solemn sad sing,

At this ludicrous life, in a rant of melody,
Servicing lovely gloom, my only somebody.