July 24, 2008
Whisper into my ears while i close my eyes
Take away the fears with your blissful lies
i’m a tired soul darlin’
put me to sleep…
-October 2007
July 12, 2008
All that love could ever bring me,
was needles,
without strings;
to run
through the wounds
in my feeble heart!
Well, this is not how i’m feeling right now 
… just wanted to let you guys know that i’d written this some time ago…Cheers!!
July 2, 2008
when the memories of the long gone
return, to break you down
and the expectations of the loved ones
open up the wounds profound
when you cry,
unable to stop the tears
you intend to hide,
remember me by your side
watching the drops form
at the corner of your eyes
crying myself within…
unable to bring the tears
i intend to hide
as they flow through your eyes
and i pick them up
upon a fingertip
and whisper a thankful goodbye
for they carry the pain
that’s burning you inside!
June 16, 2008
When the rain kept falling
when it should have stopped
flooding the fields
before the harvest
When the birds kept crawling
when they should have fought
for a flight - they were born for
for a sight, their spirits longed for.
when the men kept brawling
over reasons so stupid
and the children kept following
eyes closed - hypnotized by reasons unreal!
i packed my bag…
and sneaked out onto this path
through the backdoor of this stage
for it holds hopes for my dream,
and a boat for my escape!
June 14, 2008
take what you can
Posted by awsiv under poetry | Tags: advice, attitude, life, rage, raise, self-respect, thoughts |1 Comment
If you think that you already know,
then its better if you go.
If you feel that i am angry,
[don't worry]
i’ll never let my feelings show.
And,
if you’re trying to frustrate me,
i’ll find a way to disagree!
talk sweet and use me
but i’ll know when
you’re trying to abuse me
stop once!
think twice!
And now,
if you’ve cleared your mind
and if,
you’re ready to receive,
i have,
this small advice to give:
Raise
your voice if
your words seem to fade away.
Raise
your eyes if
you get looked down upon.
Raise
your hands when
someone needs help.
Raise
your steps if
the ground underneath slides.
Raise
your heart to
a point of self-respect.
Raise
your mind against
this ever-burning rage!
June 6, 2008
we reach out for light
to find ourselves
in the darkness
we try to trap love
with a heart
that thinks evil
we try to care
with
possessive altercation
we reach out for peace
in the things
that take it away from us
and we think,
so much
that life is important
just for the sake of thinking
just for the sake of living
after death!
after death??
June 2, 2008
Please!
Give me a place
to pour out this rage
or
i’ll get burnt, i swear
and
i’ll burn you out with me!
May 28, 2008
reason
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if i tell you mine
you’ll not
live your dreams
if i write it down
it’ll wear
yellow pages with dust resting over
or
keep crying at me
and my inability
i keep it
in my head
just to remind me
if i don’t forget
May 27, 2008
one by one i tried,
taking out the pieces
that i had in my life,
one by one i watched
them leave,searching for more to
give me relief,
one by one, i peeled
them off,just to find out which
one hurt the most,
now running after them,
begging them to return,
now crying in pain,with my tears,
trying to heal my wounds…
i’m alone!
i flew above, so high,
i’m starting to miss the ground!
May 22, 2008
The problem with you is
you can apportion your love
the problem with me is
i can’t
this feeling of closeness is only temporary
we then depart
with a heavy heart…
and forget our past!
May 22, 2008
May 20, 2008
Things unsaid
remain in a bottle
either you pour it out
or i’ll pour it in
it’s the same story
once and again
its the same silence
that brings pain!
May 19, 2008
When i’m meditating
i’m not thinking
i’m doing things...
something that i’m not doing
such is the power of mind!
May 16, 2008
Can you explain why you feel sad? Can you ever know what makes you feel down? Everything can’t be the way you want them to be, everyone can’t be what you expect them to be. And this truth that you can’t seem to understand, governs you unquestionably!
What does it take to be liked by everyone? Why can’t we shake this feeling off? The little we have, is enough! But the necessity, that we feel, to make everyone understand - this drags us deeper into this emotional void. Do we need to understand everything? Do we really need to possess what we like?
Attraction is a mere alteration of perception! Look the other way and you’ll find beauty fade away. The truth to life - is it ignorance? What does wisdom have to offer us? The fact that nothing is permanent? The knowledge we get, then must be a lie as time passes by.
Fighting with yourself is a tough job. Have you ever wondered what it would have been like, if you had surrendered to yourself? Or, if you had surrendered to the expectations laden upon you slowly, successfully, until you fall down painfully onto your knees? Didn’t you desire to be free? Is this your destiny?
There are not many lives you can understand. This is what nature is - hard to understand, harder to explain! There are not many lives that understand you. Have you ever felt an extreme loss? The kind that peels your heart out and everything else seems to be worthless, every major wound feels painless? i have been searching with all my heart, i’ve been looking into all them eyes - that can bring me into this again!
May 16, 2008
May 15, 2008
Woody Craftsman - Soliloquy
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What the hell are you staring at?
All the fucking time!
Stare at the monitor,
stare at the phone,
stare at them faces…
this emotional void!
What are you searching for?
Those blank eyes,
give ‘em some rest!
Close your eyes
and listen to the music.
close your eyes
and let your mind see.
Close your eyes
and feel your heart beat.
Close your eyes
and inhale, breathe!
May 12, 2008
ring ring, ring ring
i have come to hate this machine sing
ring ring, ring ring
i know it’s you, you ungrateful thing!
twenty-five thousand times
didn’t i tell you that i won’t talk to you again?
twenty-five thousand pieces
didn’t you break my heart into?
now you come whining like a dog
with the tail between your legs!
and you think that i will look at you
and won’t spit into your face?
sing, sing, sing, sing
sing ‘lil bastard sing
i won’t pick you up, no!
not again will you bring
the joy you promised me!
May 10, 2008
framed we are
by the vines of
memories and desires
tamed we are
by the rough
whips of satires
and we hide
like cubs
destined for hunger
and we live
like bugs
significant no longer!
a dream maybe,
our time together.
a sin maybe,
what we did.
now we keep running
looking for shelter,
we’ve ripped apart
our only creed!
we defined what we saw,
happiness, unnoticed!
bare hands that ran through the spines
naked emotions cut and bled
a sin maybe,
what we did!
A crime it is!
the sublime trickery of cowardice,
so it lingers to bleed our soul.
And we lie alone!
I reach out my hands to touch you,
they stop where you are
they remember how you were…
May 10, 2008
i hate mourning over my dead spirits
but i feel lucky that death comes to me every day
i loathe this silence of sleeping men
but then, it is better than the noise yesterday
alone, upon this hill i stand, watching
the golden rays that strike upon my face
this loneliness, i try hard to fight
but the bliss of solitude, keeps me at bay
so much to see, so much to learn
i just flow with the wind of time
mysteries - confusing,
can be habituated when revealed
and once you start seeing things clearly,
you will never have to peek!
April 30, 2008
“i’m going away now darling”
i whisper as i tiptoe across your room.
and i won’t run
for i don’t want you to come
chasing after me.
i will sneak out
in the dead darkness of the night.
When the wind is rustling
into the leaves with delight.
When you are dreaming about me;
sneaking into my room,
while i lie in my bed
with a letter in your hands, and
satisfaction painted
into your face!
As i tiptoe down the stairs,
with my suitcase,
i watch the picture - of you and me.
Those beautiful memories,
they all seem too heavy - to carry!
April 29, 2008
The strong and the wistful
die fighting the storm,
the weak hide to survive,
to grieve, to mourn.
The guilt of life,
of things that men don’t do -
getting strong with fading life,
the reclusive memories of the dark
now, floating, atop the anger and despair
The storm is over
but the fire and wind, remind of the disaster,
swirling hearts and time into a pensive alteration;
the fear still remains to haunt,
the cowardice dances affront
eyes don’t close,
forced to gaze
into the maze.
Hopeless!
as they always had been!
What did they ask for?
What were they made for?
The deeper it cuts, the more benumbed we are
the next time, we might not feel at all.
But the memories linger to burn our soul!
[Fairness is decided by the perception of fouls
if the fight for food is life, did they ever see
what it's like, to swim in the river and run home for meal?
if hunger becomes an addiction they have to take in with life,
will they ever notice what it's like - the taste of champagnes and wines?]
To fight and die,
to hide and survive,
it’s not a matter of choice.
its a matter of following a voice
if the one inside you desires to remain silent,
the one outside overpowers.
And,
The dead - they escaped suffering
Those alive - they escaped death.
Every action has something good to offer
everyone has something to gain.
April 27, 2008
The lights - they blind you
if you don’t shade your eyes!
The sound - it hurts you,
the echoes of the lies.
But the souls you meet,
with angels inside them,
you never know what they bring to you,
a handful of laughter,
and a pocketful of smiles!
April 26, 2008
when you want to fly,
think of the sky.
do look around, do look at the ground
but when you have to fly, you think of the sky… gravity - it drags you down!
the more you carry, the heavier you will be.
April 26, 2008
you plea for the food
the ones in the boot
when the master and the slaves
stand over the loot
you get what they give
with patience and pride
you take what you get
with an innocent disguise -
the one you have learnt to wear
through all these years,
of tears and laughter,
of turmoil and happiness
you have all you want!
but what you need, you don’t get;
you do what you should
but what you must, they won’t let;
you feel the heat above your head
shadowed by a solace;
you trip over the ice cube
and cut your face,
the pain, you don’t feel,
the blood gets washed away!
and all you asked was the food.
that damn food!
the ones in the boot
all you needed was little love;
in your hearts that grew.
and what you got…
you never noticed,
you never knew!
April 25, 2008
Deep into the dark, green forest
is an endless sea.
and standing in the middle , with my hands tied to the clouds
it is me!
Watching the waves that strike gently
into the rocks that laugh at me.
i wonder, wat is there
to evoke such thunderous laughter.
The breath sucking thirst, and the schorching heat
the vastness of life and not a soul to see!
The age old boat, with the skeleton of the thief .
They all look so well to me.
They all look so good to me!
And, the waves and the endless sea,
they seem to be at peace with me.
April 23, 2008
So, i said,
if you want a good life
stay away from me.
i’m nothing but trouble!
but…
if you want to live life,
come with me.
We will get out of this bubble.
So i said.
and…she left.
April 21, 2008
Nothing comes for free,
freedom has its own cost,
sometimes you pay,
sometimes you make others pay,
either way,
you get tangled into this worldly joy.
and struggle -
to survive another day.
Nothing comes for free,
even freedom has its own cost,
you walk around with your burdens
and imagine that they are lost!
and before you realize,
there comes another fear
there comes another pain
wrapping you around with
deceptive happiness.
No more no less,
you’re thrown again,
into the same regretful disgrace!
April 21, 2008
When i can’t fake a lie,
will you pass it by?
When i can’t take the pain,
will you let me cry?
When i come to you unable to sleep,
do sing me a lullaby.
When you have to leave without me, in my sleep,
do leave with a smile.
If you see me ragged and cut
Pray! Don’t close your eyes.
When i beg for death, fed up with this life,
will you let me die?
April 20, 2008
i’m looking into this world,
to find me a soul
that would hold, my heart
and lead me… out of this misery
sometimes i feel old
with my stories untold,
while i sit with you
enjoying your company
i’m watching time fly by
and soar beyond the horizon
until my mind tires.
i’ve lost my sense of emotion!
A wish:
If i could see
through your eyes,
i know beauty
could never hide.
April 19, 2008
i’ve seen tired feet,
unable to walk
to the places in their dreams
i’ve seen vile eyes
shadowed by the
fluids of treachery
i’ve watched stooped shoulders
unable to carry
the happiness that comes
i’ve seen people grow old
and feel weak
too early.
the wrinkles
and those silver strands
those regrets
and lamentations of
unopened gifts,
of missed chances
in those lonely hours.
i don’t fear old age;
what i fear is the wastage
of this time
when i can see and choose
fight and loose
and
still feel strong,
try things
and learn
flee to the unknown land
and still return.
i fear
running away
from what i crave
postponing this happiness
to a time
when it matters less
i fear, to rest
before i get tired.
i wish to search
for things i can gather
for the years to come;
some stories to tell,
some people to think of and miss
some moments of joy
some eternal toys
friends who care
things to share:
beauties of this world,
those that have never been told
responsibilities come and go
responsibilities hide and show
they change,
when you think you have found them
i wish to live this life
with what life has to offer
life is long enough
until we pick up pace
i wish to linger around
for a while.
this time and place,
they are here for me
i know there’s a lot to see
beyond this fence
and i don’t want this to change.
Dear parents,
i thank you for giving me a beautiful childhood
now i wish to enjoy my share of youth.
April 19, 2008
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar;
I love not man the less, but Nature more…
- Lord Byron
The movie starts with this poem.
April 18, 2008
i touch the earth,
and know that it hurts.
i open my eyes,
and see that light burns.
i cry,
and feel air fill into my lungs.
feel blood rush into my brains.
Realization!
The first lesson:
Pain shall show me the way!
April 15, 2008
i say
don’t leave your enemy so beaten up that they can’t get up to follow you
you say,
kill that loser!
i say
don’t act as if you know everything, there’s more to come
you say,
i don’t want to learn!
i say
if you work today, tomorrow you will be free
you say,
tomorrow, i’d still be working!
i say
life is not just fun
you say,
enjoy life, everything has just begun!
i say
life is short
you say
life is long enough, do anything you want, take your return ticket for the short journeys
i say
…
you say
…
April 15, 2008
as you’re taking yourself out of my mind
as you pretend to sacrifice, and act kind
i sit here watching my precious find
this rage, that drove me blind
i wish to keep it!
i wish i could see what you see,
i pray that there’s
no such thing as eternity
for i wish to end this soon
this tragedy
of lost souls
fear returns with joy-
a clever decoy
and i fall down on my knees
unable to cry
i’ve shed them tears before!
enough to leave me dry
and now,
walking with this
cute little disguise,
i’m just a puppet
dancing without strings
i’m just a slave
to what life brings
following the memories
of the tugs and pulls,
the torture and the lulls
i find myself missing them again.
i paid for freedom
still paying the cost.
April 12, 2008
send me a flower if you want to
i wont lie to you, i want it too
send me a flower and see it leave you
its not that i would touch and feel
its not that i could ever smell
a flower in the air,
a sweet little prayer,
a dream that we might walk into,
a valley where the cotton winds flew,
send me a flower if you want to.
give me this moment, a color from the rainbow,
this undefined scent, the wind so mellow,
color the deserts and the staleness below
send me a flower and watch it flow.
send me a flower and watch it grow.
April 8, 2008
the shade,
that soothes me within
is slowly being erased;
by the light
that penetrated -
slow, slithery
sensing the way through
with
tingling tongues.
the tears of joy
now have a different meaning!
April 8, 2008
There’s a friend
sitting beside me,
and i don’t know his name.
There’s this friend,
that smiles at me,
and as i do the same,
i try to recall his name.
There are people
playing around me,
and i don’t know the game.
There are people
shouting and cheering,
and as i do the same,
i try to learn the game.
There’s a love
waiting for me,
and i wonder if it came.
There’s this love
awaiting eagerly,
and as i do the same,
i wonder if it came.
i wonder if,
it ever came.
There’s this band
with the music,
and people dancing in the rain,
and as i stand up
to do the same,
i wonder,
if i’ll ever see her again.
April 7, 2008
Spit the ego!
Let that feeling go.
Try to find something you can take along with you
instead of holding onto what you can’t carry!
Give life a chance to make you
instead of fighting against it
to make your life.
What’s in a speech that vexes you?
What’s in a silence that tortures you?
Did you try milking a hen?
Yes, you are insane!
If you don’t want to understand, i can’t make you.
Do i need to explain that too?
April 5, 2008
I look at them,
those children,
playing…
never needing to know
where their partners came from
caring not
what the other was called.
Such intimacy!
I look at them,
running around,
falling down, and crying -
tears of pain!
I wonder who comforts them,
for i see them, laughing again.
I miss my innocence!
What is it that we learn
from this world
that takes us away from it?
What makes us worry?
What makes us uncomfortable
by an honest, silent company?
They taught me how
to take myself away from me.
and…
i pity, this wisdom, injected into me
a tearful glance
at my past.
I wish to run after
a fate, a chance
that would last.
I miss my ignorance!
April 3, 2008
Shaman’s toast
Posted by awsiv under abstract, poetry | Tags: afterlife, insight, thanks Ali |1 Comment
imagine the spirits that arise to tingle your thoughts,
a mere curiosity,
a simple phenomenon that drags us blind with fear
but all that is there
are broken promises,
broken hearts,
unbroken walls,
that blocked the desire
cheers to the ghost
an honest toast
in memory of the life that seems to be wasted
in the hope of it being arrested
by the infinity
i will be there when it happens!
March 31, 2008
you look into my eyes.
those brown eyes,
clear and confident
not shy
no lies
but bold,
so sure,
innocent…
and respectful.
I am lost!
“Yes,
I trust you,
I believe in you,
I will care for you,
I’m there for you
I love you!”
March 31, 2008
and i want to tell you that
this is not just all i had
the things i chose,
made me lose
and i want to tell you that
i’m not just as bad
my lazy ways,
its cheap, but it pays
and i want to tell you that
i’ll never make you sad
the dreams we share,
will always be there.
and i want to tell you that,
you are just as beautiful,
as the girl in my dreams -
just more than i can imagine.
and i want to tell you that,
i will cradle you
in my heart
for life
March 31, 2008
i’m happy for you baby
but,
the only little thing,
bothering me
is that
you didn’t talk about it
with me
i am no stranger
you did what you had to
now i can’t even say that
i can’t go on without you
First love is easy to lose,
hard to forget
I understand baby.
you found again,
the love that got to you
early
you showed me
what you need
what love is
and now,
i know
i won’t be without it.
Thank you.
March 28, 2008
i wish i was a fly,
i would have a thousand eyes.
i don’t mean to spy,
and not that i want to pry.
i just want to see,
when you are about to cry;
i would like to know,
when you are about to lie;
and…i wish to know,
when you have to say goodbye;
So that i can try,
to change myself
for you.
March 27, 2008
Survive…and you can run after
that eternal light.
Survive…and you shall master
the pain that’s here to stay.
Survive…and you shall long for
a little more of life.
Survive…and you shall mourn for
those that fade away!
March 27, 2008
when i think that i’m strong
this world
shouts that i’m wrong
when i feel fit and fine
i never seem
to have enough time
and when life is easy,
i need some pain
to keep me busy
that’s me
and the world around me
and i feel good
that i’m at peace
with the voices that give me company.
my friends and enemies,
even when they are gone
i talk to myself -
i’m never alone.
March 26, 2008
If you recall everything,
but still seem to lose your mind.
If you are running away from life,
and leave your shadow behind.
If you see your destiny, but
can’t go any closer.
And if you have to scream with terror,
when you can’t find your reflection in the mirror!
you will know…
that you are a complete stranger!
March 24, 2008
oh please!
this life stings again.
injects the poison into my heart.
this time it hurts more
the raw wound is still swollen
and the blow brings just more than pain
i wish to die!
cut my veins and bleed slow
but i don’t want you to take that pain
oh please!
life seems too cruel again!
March 20, 2008
I was fishing,
In the sky for my dreams,
The moon is my bait
With the starlight glittering –
On the surface.
And the waves of clouds,
Sweeping them away,
Or maybe,
Hiding them from my sight,
For a while.
Then,
All of a sudden,
Blood fills the sky.
The sun eats my moon!
Innocent Devil!
March 19, 2008
Love needs no explanation. I don’t know how i understand the things i understand. Can’t explain the things i feel. Music touches my soul even deeper these days. Listen to this one, originally written by Billie Holiday and now covered by Damien Rice and Lisa Hannigan.
Hush now, don’t explain;
You are my joy, and you’re my pain.
My life’s yours, love
So don’t explain.- Don’t Explain
March 19, 2008
i drank hard
hard enough
to lose my senses,
and my memory.
the evening
on the next day,
my friends
had to remind me,
that…
i went to a cop
and…
gave him a hug!
March 19, 2008
echoes of the sounds that men hear
sight of darkness that men fear
a light of supreme intensity,
a theme of absurd curiosity:
can i ever get out of these broken lines?
a drama, a fragment of a candid apology
tried to find a reason for everything,
forged my mind for my being here,
tried to frame a word
sorry, is all that can be said.
what is right, what is wrong,
what is happiness?
i know not all the truth.
we were born to be ignorant
i was born to be troublesome.
some are are born to be loved,
some get all the hatred.
expectations exhaust me!
there’s a world of mine where i do nothing.
and there’s a world where i do everything.
these two poles, these extremities -
i linger between these dreams
and i enjoy the most when i’m lost.
this fear of introduction
this fear of getting too close
people like me less when they know me more
am i too friendly?
or do i lie much?
maybe i show too much of myself
maybe i hide less of what i feel.
or maybe people don’t like me peeking into their hearts -
a vague perception of what they feel!
i talk about me for you’re all i have in me
is it life that makes love difficult?
or is it love that makes life beautiful?
is it a weakness to say i need you?
i found myself chasing your dreams
i found myself making promises
i hear myself speaking to you,when you’re not around
its not my craziness to think about you all the time
its that simple thing called love,
i get confused now, why i can’t understand a thing so simple.
Jan 10, 2008
[i guess i've gotten out of my broken lines now, only that its too late!]
March 18, 2008
some disappear in the darkness,
some fade away with the brightness.
i feel closer to those
who stay in the dark
and protect their light
and…
those…
strong enough
to bring the darkness
into the light.
March 18, 2008
i wish,
when you sneak up to me,
and whisper
those beautiful dreams,
i could smell your skin.
i would grab your arm,
and roll over
to give you some space…
in my cold stone-bed.
Then i hear you scream -
from the sudden frigid chill,
upon your skin!
My deepest fear!
My worst nightmare!
March 18, 2008
we are growing together
i can see that
amidst the thorns and carcasses.
we shall meet at the top
and make love
and fall into the ground again
to nurture the pain -
that bloomed inside our hearts.
March 17, 2008
dreams that break
hearts that shake
eyes that meet, and
roll over the other way;
things that happen
happen anyway.
is there anything left
for me to say?
If i wash my face,
for you to spit upon
if i love her like i should,
just to see her gone.
if i learn “everything”
only to lose my mind
if i encage my soul
and free mankind;
there is nowhere else
for us to be
there is nothing left
there is to see.
Love is love,
not for me - nay!
pain is pain,
feeding my soul today
dark is the place,
hiding my ugly face
Life is life
i have nothing more to say…
Like an uprooted tree-
praying for rain
like a paralyzed child-
begging for pain.
like a blinded eagle-
crying to see,
i look into your eyes,
but i can’t see me.
i watch myself,
and i can’t see me!
The door that closed,
will never let us in.
the road that ended,
will never begin.
its a matter of time,
we all take our turns
And the rage inside us,
will forever burn.
in the end,
we all agree -
all we seek is vanity!
March 15, 2008
i kiss her
and
i don’t feel the thing
that tastes of you.
i’m sorry baby
i didn’t mean to
but
i’m still in love with you.
March 14, 2008
what’s in a name
does anyone care?
this cloak that hides me
i wish to bear
for,
the reason i’m here
is still unclear
and the fright of losing
is always near
what’s in a play?
sweat and tears?
reverse the game
and
you are already there
March 14, 2008
women
Posted by awsiv under poetry | Tags: pain, the little i know about women, women |[2] Comments
A woman’s heart -
no matter how hard you try learn,
you will feel
ignorant still
break it into
a million pieces
and you will feel
smaller still
i admire,
how they never tire
carrying the infinite
and
glueing up the pieces.
March 13, 2008
blue blazy eyes
Posted by awsiv under poetry | Tags: admiration, blazy, blue, eyes, love |1 Comment
blue blazy eyes
no surprise
dancing with excitement
and flaming with pride
blue blazy eyes
freeze my mind
and burn my heart
with the heat of desire
blue blazy eyes
lovingly wise
but looking for trouble
once in a while
…
blue blazy eyes
cried all night
try to hide
the pain inside
blue blazy eyes
i can fight
with courage and delight
against your plight
blue blazy eyes
pray!
lead me
to your heart
March 12, 2008
transparent
Posted by awsiv under abstract, chaos, fiction, music, poetry | Tags: the afterlife, lamentation |No Comments
Everytime i see you,
i try to say how much i love you
but you never listen to me,
You’ll never understand…
Everytime you fall down,
i try to lift you up
but you never notice me
you never hold my hand
When you are lonely,
i try to give you company
but you never talk to me,
you don’t even smile.
And when you cry baby,
i try to cheer you up
but you never feel the comfort
you never stop..
Everytime you think of me,
i stand right beside you,
but you never look at me,
don’t see where i stand.
And when you are in pain,
i try to hold you in my arms,
but you never feel me baby,
coz i’m a dead man!
Yeah, i’m a dead man baby,
walkin around you all the time.
can’t lift you when you fall
can’t be there when you call
Yeah, a dead man baby
can’t even hold your hand
a dead, dead man darlin,
i hope you understand…
March 12, 2008
Red is the colour
of your lovely lips,
carved into a smile.
the lining of the upper one
perfectly curved
like a distant bird - flying…
the lower,
trembling - teasing
my lips.
Red is the colour
of your cheeks
from lady shyness.
A strand of hair falls,
a futile attempt -
to hide your face.
You wipe it off,
with your fingers.
An intruder!
Red is the colour
of my eyes,
from the stream
of salty water
that bled my heart out.
i hide my face now
for i can’t see yours.
Red is the colour
of the water in my tub,
the same
that painted you that day.
i will see you soon.
My love.
March 11, 2008
Woody Craftsman - Vengeance
Posted by awsiv under abstract, chaos, poetry | Tags: horror, pride, rage, Vengeance |[2] Comments
you saw me sneaking, you saw me hide
you watched me suffer, you made me cry
now bitch!
watch this!
while i give it a try
you will be grateful if you die!
ha!
so you thought you could run?
you thought you could hide?
nah!
death cannot be your alibi
’til you see my vengeance
’til you feel my pride!
March 11, 2008
mischief
Posted by awsiv under abstract, poetry | Tags: thought, mischief, mirror, reflection, abandon |[2] Comments
i look at myself,
standing in the mirror
a thought enters
what if i could
melt into the glass
and walk onto the other side?
i would enjoy the sight of me standing
i would love to wink at me
smile for a while
and walk away
just a thought…
don’t sway
March 10, 2008
Kaleidoscope by Danielle Steel
Posted by awsiv under journal, poetry | Tags: Danielle Steel Kaleidoscope poem |[2] Comments
Kaleidoscope by Danielle Steel. Just started reading the book, it stared with this poem “Kaleidoscope”. Love it.
the first,
shimmering moment
of life,
like a diamond
in the sea,
glittering
in the noonday
sun,
brightly lit
and glowing
flame,
a brand new name,
a shining light,
then gentle twist
and darkest night
comes
for the first
time,
then happy rhymes
and gentle songs,
hearts that belong
until one stands
alone,
from brightest
dawn
to deepest dusk,
from morning sun
to twilight dreams,
fantastic schemes,
and lives
that sometimes
go awry,
such shining
hopes,
such sudden turns,
from bright
to dark
from grim
to grand
from joy
to sorrow,
always waiting
for tomorrow
and a twist
of fate,
a ray of hope…
with the faintest
sleight of hand,
the alteration
of all life’s
schemes
and all its scope…
all with one tiny turn
of life’s kaleidoscope.
March 10, 2008
Article: Rock & Roll and Poetry
Posted by awsiv under music | Tags: imagination, poetry, rock & roll |No Comments
This is all about getting into the mood for some composition :) . take a look.
Parallel Lines and Power Chords: A Meditative ABC on Rock & Roll and Poetic Composition
by Michael Morse
March 9, 2008
Woody Craftsman - the introduction
Posted by awsiv under abstract, poetry | Tags: character, satire |1 Comment
i’m fed up with your lies!
give me hope to fly
or
give me a reason to die
Death!
Wait!
don’t kiss me goodbye
let me close my eyes.
let me decide.
i will follow you if i have to.
March 8, 2008
Lights of eternity
fade away slowly
into the darkness - so full of mystery.
Fights of humanity
keep me awake
eyes wide open - under this lonely tree.
i watch,
the rays
that erode the fields of darkness
and wonder
will these ever touch me?
So many questions -
concentrated,
left unanswered.
But i let them pass
into my thoughts anyway.
Don’t know where they go.
March 8, 2008
“Get a life!”
cries the voice.
while i sit staring
at the monitor.
its been a shitty 6 hours!
…
i don’t feel a thing!
i’m just living.
i’m just talking.
i’m just smiling.
i’m just walking.
i’m just complaining.
i’m just crying.
i’m just burning!
but i don’t feel a fucking thing!
and yes, i’m living.
…
a little bit of love
and i’m so fucking spoiled.
“Get a life!”
cries the voice.
…
You freak me out!
cut me, and
i can’t remember the pain!
see?
i’m so spoiled again!
March 7, 2008
shadows
Posted by awsiv under abstract, poetry | Tags: contemplation, gift, questions, shadow |No Comments
Shadows,
what are these?
a friend so shy and lonely?
lurking around me…
in the bright light!
spying upon my soul,
for those
above and beyond me?
it amazes me the most
how they can hide…
in the dark and in the light!
March 6, 2008
with every piece of poetry,
i get to see
a part of the puzzle
that is unknown to me
with every line i write
i try to fight
the voices that ambush me
into eternal misery
with every single word
i try to herd
the faces of the darkness
that clamor for peace
March 5, 2008
Take my worries, take my sorrows
take my pain, for the morrow
for if i cry today
i wouldn’t want to forget
the smile on your face
for if i die today,
i wouldn’t want to regret
the loss of your presence!
March 4, 2008
It’s like -
i’m inside,
a large glass bottle.
i can move around
and i can see the world
through the slippery walls - distorted
and i can see,
the hole above…
that would let me, out
but i have to squeeze!
i have to crush my head,
and my bones
and wriggle out -
like a worm
I’ve tried that
countless times
and …
i’m still here - broken.
March 3, 2008
My baby,
she freed me today…
into this confusion
and misery
said its all over,
but for once,
i wish to be with her;
look into her eyes
and see -
if the love is still there.
said we should walk,
our own ways.
maybe,
it was meant to be.
and maybe,
these roads we’re on,
meet.
but for now,
i’m ready… to let her go
for now, i feel blessed
to have been loved
i feel strong
to have loved
so truly
so passionately
i will see her again
that’s for sure
but for now,
i’d better move on
and better keep my pace up
for i fear missing the train,
once again,
and watch her disappear
yes, that’s the fear
so i’d better move on
and better be strong
for i wish to be on my feet
when i see her again, at the place
where the roads meet.
March 02, 2008
March 1, 2008
rotting slowly
Posted by awsiv under abstract, chaos, poetry | Tags: agony, defeated, end, pain, sorrow |[3] Comments
[What is this that i feel?
and how do i know that it will never heal?
I've never talked about it - never!
but what is in it that i can never conceal?]
My crime has brought me this punishment
and i lie here, waiting for more
I look forward
towards my destiny
Trying hard to find the point,
where end awaits me.
I can take it no more -
this endless agony.
Oh! please now…
cleanse me!
wash me clean of these stains
or burn me down to ashes!
i’m left with nothing but
these insects of hatred and pain
and now, i’m rotting within
This rain of sorrows -
they just help my wounds grow
i’m starting to stink now…
and i’m rotting slowly
here i’m on my knees now!
and here i bow!!
Oh please! wash me clean
or burn me down to ashes!
February 29, 2008
tick…tick…tick…tick… he races a clock on his mind. The sounds of the of the whistling wind kiss his ear… but its hard for him to notice. He is counting the rhythmic intervals on his mind- trying hard to equalize them with the actual seconds. He matches his footsteps with the ticks - slow steady steps. He’s been walking for the past fifteen minutes.
Today was a bad day. He doesn’t seem to know why… but he’d had this feeling from the time he awoke this morning. A heavy heart, an occupied mind. He had to hear a thing twice to understand it. So, with his friends annoyed, he just thought he’d better not ask anymore. He just laughed at the jokes, ie. if the others laughed - blankly.
Tick… tick… tick…tick… he matches his footsteps with the intervals on his mind. The road is empty, but still, he walks steadily… slow, steady steps. Looks like he’s floating. Hands in the pocket, shoulders a little stooped and eyes down on the road… he walks along… A car passes by, but he doesn’t seem to notice. The head lights reveal his square face, dark, long hair - uncombed, falling over his forehead, and strong long chin. He’s wearing a black jacket and jeans and an old converse shoes. The car passes by, but he keeps his head down… as if he’s walking in a dream.
He reaches a park now. Couples, walk around hand in hand, groups of college boys laughing and smoking cigarettes, and some policemen sitting on the benches - talking. Maybe they are too confident that nothing will happen in this silent night. They might be talking about the girls sitting in the cafe opposite the road - smiling at them.
The house he’s staying is just on the other side of the park. A place he’d rented two years ago. A single room on the ground floor and that’s all. He always had this feeling that someone would be waiting for him on that room but no one would be there. Today he’s in no hurry. There’s a path in the park, a shortcut, but he decides to go around it.
A little ahead, there’s a cafe where he comes for a smoke and a drink when he’s lonely. He decides to go there. Smiles at the owner - a wry, painful smile, and sits on the chair on the farthest corner - his favorite place. Tick…tick…tick…tick… the clock’s still running on his mind. He looks around - people are drinking, talking, smoking, laughing, smiling, waving hands, shouting. A tear runs down his cheeks and hangs on his chin. Tick… tick… tick… he’s still counting the intervals. Drip… drip… drip…drip… dark red fluid fall on the floor from his trousers. He can feel the wetness of his soaked shirt now. “Fucking junkies!!” - he breathes out these words before falling on the table.
February 27, 2008
It feels so long,
since you’ve been gone
and i’m a lonesome soul
I tried to hide
tried to build a wall
around me
but you’ve set my soul free
and
it needs company
a sweet smile
a cupid glace
a friendly touch
that gives me
an excuse to be happy
and feel guilty
the guilt, that pushes me
away … yet
so close to you.
February 26, 2008
purgation!
Posted by awsiv under abstract, chaos, poetry | Tags: cleanse, hope, life, satire |[2] Comments
a curse that devil has put upon me
a path that has been shown to me
the brighter it gets, the lesser i see
the larger the crowd, the more i feel lonely
every heart i touch, turns into a rock
my words have lost, the power of comfort
i try to laugh, but i just get hurt
no i’m not complaining, not lamenting!
it’s just a way of life - that i’m used to living
the brighter it gets, the lesser i see
the larger the crowd, the more i feel lonely
the tighter the knots, the more i feel free
it’s not a crime, not a disease
just that - devil’s put a curse upon me.
yeah, the devil’s put a curse upon me
and it’s been so long since i’ve been singing
but no one seems to notice me
this ugly face of mine, is on display -
for you all to mock
and i can’t get a penny or a buck.
forever in this turmoil i am stuck
yes my friends,
the devil’s spit upon my luck
and every heart i touch, turns into a rock
my words don’t comfort - they hurt
i tried to walk, i tried to crawl
and every time i stood up i had to fall
no i’m not crying, not lamenting
its just a way of life that i’m used to living
the brighter it gets, the lesser i see
the tighter the knots, the more i feel free
call it my bad luck, call it irony
but i’ve been living life, on this debris
yes my friends, the devil’s put a curse upon me
i tried to walk, i tried to crawl
and every time i stood up i had to fall
but will it all end if i cease to fall?
will i be paralyzed if i choose not to crawl?
well i’m not so clever, but i’m not that dull
when there’s less to see, i see it all
the cowardice of women and men,
each one finds some other to blame
burning each day in this envious flame
[while i sit here,
dreaming,
every now and then,
of the touch of bliss that would wash me clean]
February 26, 2008
birth of pain
Posted by awsiv under abstract, chaos, poetry | Tags: pain, sin, sout mating |1 Comment
our souls mated,
wild and careless,
at the gates of dawn -
the sacred and the unknown,
and now,
this pain is born!
February 25, 2008
a second chance - for the thousandth time (revised)
Posted by awsiv under abstract, poetry | Tags: despised, feeelingless, satire, stone hearted, unchangable |1 Comment
Just added the last two stanzas to the first one.
The things i owned,
were broken down,
shattered to pieces,
and scattered around