It Doesn't Hold.

Welcome, to the desolate swings

eternally waiting yet a little hopeful

let us fill their hopeless emptiness

with our own warped reality

Your tales of underground

in which I place myself dreamily

a faint smile is my day of glory

I've something to give to swings

this extinct language we speak

beyond all the grass laden fields

far off the constraints shrouded in love

permeating slowly, we are swinging

could we caress ephemerally

forgetting our obligatory guilt

let me stitch up that hovering doubt

coerce you tenderly in night

manifesting the words unsaid

clocks run out, altering the events

nobody knows or relates

pushed buttons, home too soon

true freedom concealed in loss

of everything, each day presents

a novel method for that fall

Now I know the way it unfolds

It doesn't hold.

Benign Thoughts?

do you witness the harm of thoughts,
the designed valley of grandeur allusions
do you know the stomped on desires
flapping on the carpet for their last breath
could you ever feel that agonizing wait
growing every second in a jarred clock
for the steel gates to open and welcome
do you still possess those goosebumps
they got extinct a few summer years before
self deprecated form of oppression
such an art, hanging by the ceiling
have you completely lost the pathway
I could help you if you find me there
wandering on the macabre street
would you realize what you were here for
or have you for ever made peace with
no purpose, silence and yearning.

Tracking

Welled up at the forgotten path of self constructed delusions, fresh air is hard to come by. 
Moment it does, the projections begin and that was the last time I tracked myself.

Cast Aside!

Marinating in this Valium of abstraction, layer by layer it engulfs my desires. 
I have lost sight of the destination, prevalent though she is in my thoughts. 
Traversing her pre decided contours I stop and wonder! 
And keep on.

To Be

Flexed throats
Blood coughs
Electric shocks
Pinched skin
Arctic winds
To feel alive
Pervert imagination
Rejected romance
One sided streets
Loss of time
Unfulfilled now
To feel alive.

Pretty?

A pretty girl, she always wanted to be

Her naturally butchered eyes bulged

Betrayed her deeply ingrained wish

To be a mirror’s friend, she wanted

All they did was frown upon her

She punished herself religiously

surrounding herself with mirrors

Screaming all day long at the face

This was no tragedy, a proud mother

Hiding behind her own demons

How could she be a safe haven

For such an abomination

Love and hate kept dueling

White powder and that bourbon

Emptiness filled her carcass

Years kept rolling on the wheels

Women of house they both were

Lost in their inner sanctum

There could be no recognition

Mind corrupted with reborn filth

Mechanized tubes filled with smoke

The mirrors were remnants of glass

The shards etched vertically

All across her fragile skin

all went right, she had let go

Of all the squalor, the mirror face

Mother had her final drunken stupor

She saw the girl, all colored

Sleeping so peacefully

Now she was finally pretty.

Jenny's Day In

Peeking behind the curtains
Dust stains reveal the perished
Jenny stays hungry, still waiting
She is bitter, lost in melancholy
Her soar throat cannot stretch
Tied to that last thread of hope
She decides to cut it herself
When will the bell ring, she wonders
While scratching and clawing
Her skin is almost thin
Bordering the sinew, she barks 
For that one last time
If only Tim could hear her
Sleeping with a rope around
His neck so fragile
The room would be his cemetery 
He made sure, Sorry Jenny.

A Puzzle of Calm

So for all the approaching infinities
Lets maintain that tiny speck
Of thin veil, that shroud of mystical aura
A firm and hopeful request
To deliberately hide that piece
Missing from the evolving puzzle
Let us never find a solution
For I'm afraid it could all slip
Carefully constructed mask of calm
For I'm petrified of the prospect
Of the curtain closing on the audience
Maybe lets take a dive into identity crisis
To keep slipping away from the abyss
Which is bustling with the undisclosed
Till this frozen lake thaws in time
That life is alive with new beginning.

Brown Eyes and The Last Talk

Her deadpan stare penetrated through the greasy window
to meet his muddy brown eyes for that one last time
her blank canvas of a face only scarred by minor twitches
his stubborn eyes shoddily holding the water with continual bridges

Their words were minimized and interrupted for much long
silence had taken over the inexplicable feelings to which they belonged
she shuddered as he took her hand gently, of whatever he could grasp
his bewildered hair told tales she knew by heart, then she finally broke

Befuddled by the depth of moment transcending the impasse
he tried to talk for this finale, marching ahead to surpass
scarcity of words was not an art, he always had a poet's heart
for a moment his faith had crumbled, time was a cruel master

Every word he spoke transformed into a song as she listened
farewells bring out a catharsis, time dipped in a pink rose tinted
blood filled streets were no more a distraction, planes flew by
frozen in time remained their conversation, no audience to pry

Those beautifully knitted memories which had glass shards
picked out one by one, trembling voice and hands hard
her complexion returned with every syllable, why was this so short?
she exclaimed, he replied as only he could 'That's why you will remember, love.'

Her stare had turned to an intense gaze of passionate longing
his eyes filled up with contentment to have finally made her
understood his choice, he wasn't meant to be eternal like the sun
happiness and gloom filled equally as the distance increased

She was marked, she would wait, she understood the pain
he could finally be at peace, bullets awaited so did the rain.

Soon Till Later

Suspended in this knot so tender
Afraid of nothing and everything
I'm the real thing, not a pretender
Won't you come home to me?

I don't know this path I'm on
Roaming around, a desolate fawn
Love has been a good friend of mine
Though it was not always roses & wine

The broken vase is on the mend
Gentle repetition firms the cracks
love has always been my glue
I hope to sail, even if all is through

Returning to affinity when in vicinity
conversations laced in delicacy
Why to reminisce when we can see
Change is so strange and so are we

I lie out in the stonefield
Beneath the balmy night sky
Barely draped fabric around
Waking up the ghoul so shy

The stars don't judge out here
Skin caressed by the moonlight
I feel understood by this care
floating away in this dead space

I know the words held deep down
I know the dance of its sound
I save it within me as I leave soon
I don't have much time but I wait
Swayed and swept till later.