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Hyde Park

It’s been raining all day long and I hate that its depressing,

the dull black clouds in the sky and phone with low battery.

I am sitting in Hyde Park, since morning, waiting for you,

to come and take me home so I can sleep in warmth and peace.


Today, I saw someone holding a placard with Free Hugs written,

and I hugged him without giving a care to smile for a while.

Moments later, I am now sitting in the Hyde Park, clueless,

trying to hold little pieces of what I really miss right now.


Sitting on the bench, while the cloud gives way to a blue sky,

I am waiting in the wind, while the sun kisses the trees.

I am sitting in the Hyde Park, near the path that goes two ways,

I want to change a little thing about my past and move on.


The goodbyes of the past shall stay in that moment, frozen,

where I can go back and give a hug to the memories of the warmth.

But today, I sit in the Hyde Park, hold these memories and cry,

for I know things are lost and broken beyond repair.


It’s like you brought me here, and we sat on swings taking turns,

We talked for hours and then enjoyed the silence of the breeze.

Oh today, the Hyde park is beautiful with the first sunlight of winter,

and yet, the bench is empty, with me and my songs playing in mind.


Things will never change, for things are meant to stay the way they are,

and yet, I know I’ll handle this, for life is about to change in a way.

The Hyde Park, will tell my story to birds, that will carry my message,

to a familiar place, to tell how I miss you in a winter wonderland.



Little drops of rain fell from the heaven on a strange cold midnight

Little creatures crawl near the damaged crops while working their magic

Its a strange night where the dead has risen from a long sleep

to repair the lives of their loved ones who still cling to their memories.


Here I am, holding a cigarette in temptation to smoke again

If only that way I can feel your nicotine dipped lips

There is a half empty bottle of whiskey in my Jacket and I want to drink it

to feel your whiskey tongue which knew me better than my mirror.


The lust when you smoked with me for the first time in that February cold

And you took a drag, waiting to feel the heat while we held each others hand.

Times when you only drank whiskey when you were lost and sad and angry

And yet we finished a half bottle of Jack, neat, naked, in that February cold.


<Metaphysics> You are running away from life, and I am running away from death

and slowly someday our paths will collide and we will meet again

in another universe, in some other dimension where there won’t be any logic

time will freeze, and we will smoke and finish that half bottle of jack </metaphysics>


I am dead and you are sad and whiskey is your only companion tonight.

The grave digger rings a bell, commanding the dead to return back to sleep

I gather your scattered thoughts and try to compose you into something coherent

I am staring at your naked body from the broken window while little creatures crawl.

The Story of a night…

The scattered leaves signalled the presence of autumn in the air,
You were there, waiting for my arrival in your heavenly abode,
It was like the beginning of verses when my fingers touched you,
And a poetry was triggered in motion when our bodies met.
The power and the glow in your eyes was unforgettable,
Our bodies exploded with life in the dark moments of night,
tangled in messed up sheets and rising heat from our touch,
You calmed me with the evilness in your sexy laughs.
The coldness outside giggled for a while and left us alone, 
The clouds decided to cry as it could not bear the beauty of our love,
We danced for a while and ignored the rains and cold for a while,
Bringing the night to rest by falling asleep in each other arms.

And it rained

Like A rain
You are always waited
Your absence can kill me
Your Presence ignites me
Your effect has the power to destroy
Before It Rains
I eagerly await you
Just like those crops and the famine lands
And I knew you would wash away
Of all my tiredness & loneliness
When it Rains
Reminds me of those Hideouts
we look to stay away
And yet I Pray
That this rain never stops

After It rains

I know It ain’t over
I will see you soon
You leave your mark
Like the smells of the ground

Hidden Beauty

The day started when I acknowledged my failed quest
of unlocking mysteries that answers my questions
There is a poetry hidden in every step of my path
Waiting to be walked on, waiting to be heard.
While the sun hides behind a layer of dark clouds
Storing those magical waters to give it back to this earth
There is a poetry hidden in those tiny drops of rain
Waiting to touch the soil, waiting to dance to the joy
The moon shines brightly yet the clouds cover its beauty
Only to reveal it for a quick time and again disappear
There is a poetry hidden in those large lapse of darkness
Waiting to be consumed, waiting to be walked with hope
The Sun rises again and yesterdays story is hidden untold
The quest is over but my journey is still incomplete
There is a poetry hidden in those melancholic tales of despair
Waiting for my struggle to end, waiting to be finally home.

Written for the day 2 challenge of OctPoWriMo 2013 . The theme of todays post was finding those unusual places where you find poetry. While I think its the simple things from nature that can inspire any heart to weave a poetry out of the words. Another day where I have been able to write for OctPoWriMo. I only hope I finish this month with 31 Posts. And until then Happy reading.