The Sky Cried

And there he sits with his lonely heart
Restless yet quietly he plucks the strings and
Hazily he stares at the ripples in the pond
Murmuring the lyric of some melancholy tone

You could feel the soul of the music he played
Though quite unconscious but his face was blank
But the waves in the air swayed away
To his every note that was at play

Lonely as ever, his eyes spoke about him
As his fixed stare reflected his thoughts so well
Along with the ripples his music flowed
In his heart, it touched every note

Suddenly his spell was broken by the brisk shower
As he finally turned his stare at the raining sky
His heart could not cry nor could his manly eyes
But the rain spoke a lot about his broken ties

Surreal

So I am writing again, don’t know why
I swear I ain’t no mad, and I don’t lie
Crawling on the walls from dawn to dusk
Shouting out abuses from behind the mask
Well will anybody tell me why I am here
Don’t know the reason, on god I swear
Let me fly away in the beautiful night
To the crescent moon shining so bright
But then fall back I, hard on the lazy green earth
My ass pains now, as god reminds me my worth
Will I see the light of the day again
My unconscious mind asks me then
I close one eye and throw out one leg
I aint so high, though I just had one peg
I try to speak but words, laugh at me
Don’t come near me, just let me be
Please don’t mess up with me today
I may kick you hard and then run away…
Sorry to end this so abruptly
I have lost it completely, u see??

DEPART

I am crying, can't you see?
As i see it sharpened in all its glory.
To help me,
to let me be free.
And I am not hurt,
I am released.
I am ending this mistake,
the mistake named me.
My heart looses its beat
and my eyes looses its sight
and my feelings no longer exist in me..
cause i lost it in another person's heart.
My eyes begin to close,
as the tears roll to the floor.
Pain consumes my body,
blood consumes the floor.
I can feel my slow decease,
cause I can't take it anymore

EMPTY CANVAS

There he sits the loner,
with no past to define him.
Silhouetted under retrospections,
his eyes moistened with time and years.
An ancient Monalisa,his smile reminds us,
but he remembers nothing of him.
What are the dreams that went unfulfilled?
Who were the loved ones?
Why was he abandoned?
Yet he yearns for them.
The waves washing throught the sand,makes him wonder when .
The words of condolence fail to reach him,
as he turns his back towards them.
Quietly slipping into a world so out of our reach.
Only if this world could be real,Oh, how much could it heal.