Sunday, September 27, 2015

Time Machine




I am a wanderer in time, out in the dark of space

Travelling though horizons, disappear without a trace      

Reaching for the places where the time isn’t a hostage                                    

Of clocks and watches, of hours, minutes or phase



Where it begins and flows within the veins of universe

And reaches to every galaxy, to planets and stars

 Bending, breaking and colliding, parallel paths crossed

Changes the course of actions and sequences, of cosmos



It defies the logic and then it defines the laws

Controls every particle, make them run and pause

Yet this traveler of time, trying to go deep within

To find the world, in his dreams he has seen



A world where the time is not bounded by hourglass

Where events can run ahead and can run backwards

It ends where it begins and then vanishes to recur

That’s the world I shall go, see and conquer.


Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Dry Your Tears





Naked flesh, ripped clothes and robbed honor                     
As you look at me with those teary eyes
I feel good, I feel warm; feel like it’s worth for
Love the game, to have fun and grab the prize.

Those sore pair of lips, those messy hairs
That left black eye and broken bleeding nose
Those rosy cheeks and sweet skin fair,
Are now bruised and battered with brute force

As you are sitting there, corner of the bed
And sobbing like a child, damaged and horrified
Recalling the nightmare, not even enough said
So I am smiling at you, enjoying every bit of the sight

I am going to whisper, “Don’t worry, I’m not insane,
Everything's gonna to be alright, soon enough.
Cause I love to hurt you, make you cry in pain
And we have nothing but time, to make you tough.

Wednesday, September 02, 2015

Midnight Memories




Memories of dreams and midnight illusion

Stay awake late night and wait for the dawn.

Scribbling on an empty page, making mazes

Bread crumbs for lonely heart, leaving traces.



Wander alone in the backyard, gaze at the moon

And the clouds pass by, crickets play their tune.

Vacant eyes and blank mind drink from the night

As this stripped soul sinks slowly, in the moonlight.



All my sins, all my vices and all the crimes of my passion

I bury them in me, every full moon night, my obsession.

And all my misdeeds, mistakes and missed moments

No regrets, no complains, no guilt feelings or pretends.



Like a ghost in the haunted house, I walk around

Waiting for the long lost love, yet to be found

As sometimes on the door there’s a knocking sound

Every time I answer, to burn my hopes to the ground.