Category Archives: Poetry

Truth Be Told

There is always this hope,
the light at the end of tunnel,
but our hope is in the cave,
the never ending darkness,
the never ending peace.
From a distance it all seems chaotic,
the dark cave and a solitary life,
but come in closer and you see,
a name, an address, Mr X lives here,
and a shot down aurora that resides,
when the sky is clear in the mild winter,
if hell is living in the lava below the earth,
the heaven is not something opposite,
living in the cave, it’ll break you apart,
but will also give hope for a tomorrow,
which is glorious yet obvious.

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The Bench with a View

thumb_IMG_6484_1024 2On a cold winter afternoon,
I put on my hiking shoes,
and catch a train to the place,
where ocean meets the cliffs.

I’ll never be tired,
of finding beautiful spots,
that smells of solitude and poetry,
where life is a smiling thing.

I see ships sailing in the horizon,
tides delivering kisses from land,
their memories brushed by breeze,
loved ones who are out of reach.

I watch the birds flying above me,
the sunlight nipping my scalp,
book in my hand and thoughts in head,
the birds drifting alone in the open air.

The vast blue ocean reminds me,
of your presence in the world,
the path to you is now hidden,
in the depth of your eyes.

I know that nothing can be changed,
that past is the bridge to nowhere,
I should have written a letter,
explaining my empty hopeless feeling.

Today, even when you are gone,
the light of your presence still remains,
I am hopeful of tomorrow,
when we will meet and share a silly joke.

This spot is my comfort zone,
A dot looms in the distance,
I put my headphones on,
and watch this world pass by.


A Nightmare on Henley Beach

Tuesday evening, I was lying on the beach, rock under my head,

the sun was going down and dark sky was taking over the sky,

my naked feet were in the sand, hands trying to build a volcano,

and the ocean was empty, silent waves crashing on the shore.

I began to fell asleep, with my head tilting slightly towards left,

I dreamt of half naked men, trying to fill the earth with bodies,

I was breathing fast as if I’d been running for a long time,

and in the front I saw the comet crashing as if the end was near.

The familiar nightmares, coming back to life like a broken mirror,

trying to join the fragments around me and failing as the blood spill,

I wished for this evening and nightmare to end and never come back,

If only I could have built huge walls, difficult to climb and control me.

The beach was silent, the violence in my head was over in a minute,

Shivering, I sat there by the rock, thinking about the demons in my head,

I knew it was not over, and tomorrow this nightmare will take another shape,

I built a castle out of my own grief, and filled the blank pages of my new book.


End Of Night

Walking along the pavement, listening to each other,

we will not sleep tonight, just for the joy of insomnia.

The end of night will be tougher, but we will spend the time

talking to each other, being honest and welcoming the sun.

There will be moments when we will be silent for most of the time,

but wait for me while I write you a poetry and dance in the kitchen,

boiling eggs, making bad rotis and looking for late night take away,

there wont be any dull moment, till we approach the end of night.

Love will keep us awake, love will fill the corners of our room,

the hours will be quite after our passion collides, our world will close,

when the world outside wakes up to mundane activities and rush,

the first train passes outside, while we celebrate the end of night.


Hey There Lonely Girl

I imagine you,

in your dim lit bedroom, crying alone,

just a moment before you go to sleep,

and I wish, I can be with you that time,

to wipe your tears and offer you my time.

 

Our universe collided when you were lost,

in a hopeless world, trying to find something,

in one hopeless moment, we found each other,

to trust and talk and maybe sing a few songs.

 

I wish I could move the clouds away from you,

and offer you bright sunshine that will last forever,

but you loved storms and snowfall on the rooftops,

and your love for madness ruined me forever.

 

Hey There Lonely Girl is a beautiful song by Eddie Holman.


Sand In My Shoes

How beautiful the earth is, when I look from here

the blue ocean stretching as far as I can see.

The million fishes in the water singing their happy song,

the golden sunset starting to spread its magic on Earth.

 

There are people running around me, with music plugged,

the last time I was here, i broke my leg while singing a song.

And today, the weather has been pleasant and sunny,

while I convince to finish my contract with winter in my heart.

 

There are two girls, holding their hands and sharing a joint,

the smoke fills the air around them, while they sit on a cliff,

One holds the hands of another, promising to fall together if they,

The love in these cliffs is magical beyond explanations.

 

I continue my trail, looking at the beach and the city in front,

there’a T joint and I sit by the bench, quenching my thirst

If i can just sit here, contemplate my decision, for I am lost

and I can just grow old while I still wait to decide my path.

 

It will soon be night, the million fishes will go to sleep together,

The sky will be dark and the sunset will be on my Instagram,

The lovers would have left, their moment belonging to horizon,

and the beautiful trail will stay here, while I follow another path.

 

Sand In My Shoes is also a song by Dido and is one of my favourite track.


Jane

It was the last night of that wicked March,

a month that only brought miseries for Jane.

Of broken relationships and evil crimes,

Jane had lost everything that she owned.

 

Jane was now afraid of the familiar darkness,

her life, unstable, her dreams, collapsed.

Yet, Jane found hope in a glass of wine,

and every little pieces of shattered bottle.

 

“The world is evil and bad” they said.

“But I’ll overcome the bad” Jane believed.

And here Jane was, waiting for the ship

that will take her anywhere but away from here.

 

Jane will not tell you of how we met, on this ship

and, I was asked to take an oath, to hide our story.

The land was far away and Jane was there by my side,

with her glass of Champagne and water all around us.

 

Jane is not sad anymore and Jane will not weep,

Jane will put darkest of her memories to sleep.

Our weekend getaway is just coming to an end,

“Let us sail the earth, just you and me” Jane said.