Desire

Your dark eyes are missing my stare
I long for the soft hair that brushes my skin
Your fragrance is oft remembered
But it shall be new soon
'Tis Tuesday when things will change
And I will know once again
What it is to be not alone
Corners shall be occupied leisurely
And warmth shall flow through my rooms

Hollow Lives

Is there nothing like gazing?
It wearies me to see souls rot away
When all that matters is the time at hand
To stare at the bright stars while on a dark land
To stumble across a stream
To hear the crackle of a dry leaf
And to be afraid of the unknown
Us city-folk may never understand these
For there is no time at hand
To open a book
And flip through its yellow pages
We are shackled by our surroundings
And by our mechanisms

Pure Pursuit

We will never live those days again;
The thought resounds in my stomach.
As I saw his eyebrow stun the audience before him
I knew that this ought to be him;
He belonged there.
There, he was unlike himself.
Wasted time is but a silly oxymoron,
For we change every second.
Why is it that people drift through time?
And why will we never make people proud?
Living for others seems cruel
For others will never be satiated;
It is me I care for
Having wasted too much time in the past
I seize each moment now;
At least that be the endeavour.
I feel humble before a mountain
For a mountain cares not
About the sorry plight of living beings;
But we are here to exist.
Die not at the mercy of time
Rather, live by it.

A woman's fight

There was disgust on her face
The dirt around her made her weary
She had grown up with this
And she knew that well
But horizons have broadened now
And she need not be confined
To the absence of affection
"People have lost their core", she said
She smiles even now
For life is quite accommodating
But she feels the hollow inside her
The people of the land have become less interesting
The people of the land have died in her eyes
Their ego is lost
And their art has been squandered away
She wonders why she is weary every evening
Even when she rests in the arms of her companion
And even when she sees the sparkle in her daughter's eyes...
'Tis because she fell out of love
With the place that once was
The jump in her step is missing
She has missed it for many years now
She will go back to the land that welcomed her some years ago
Where people seemed emotional
With friends and lovers
Where living was given priority
Where slavery to society had been abolished
Their hearts were heavier and lighter
Will she be a traitor? Or will she be human?
Time shall tell us...

To Walk

Trudging along in black pants
These men they looked morose
A curve for a back
And a brick on their minds
Smiling a fake
And smelling a stench

Their days went by
And one day soon
Sunlight left for another clime
Gray was all
And burdens were a part

I heard murmurs of mindless monotony
I saw dark faces drinking dark spirits
I have seen the future
Therefore I walk
To my own land
To failure on my terms
For I remember what I thought
When I stepped on this earth
To walk is to live.

Long

It has been a while since I have felt a smile a breath away from my face
The absence of a touch hurts me today
The melodies and my blanket keep me company well
But it is at times nigh hollow
For it is precious to be affectioned
And rarer still to be affectionate then
An unwashed feeling engulfs me now
And all that can make me warm
Are soft eyes looking at me

Archery

You should hunch on the bark above your head
And wait for the sure-footed pirate
She who conquered a small pie
Of the freedom that was humanity

Come with me you leech
May be you can shout down at her
Sure, her skirt gives you other thoughts
But look at how you're positioned lad

You ought to be scared
May be you should kill

A full circle

For I lay there
Gasping at the sights
A wild rumble woke me up
From my dark runnings

I fought another way
Through a patch of strewn wood
Hoping to find a strong foot
I remember the curve across my face then
Glorious it was

A sway and a stagger
Sand beneath my feet
A bottle in my hand
And eye-liner beneath my eyes
A freed soul
And a lighter weight

I looked at people differently
And the fragrance of the pollution was nauseating
Chilling and soothing
I had found myself again
It had been long old friend
Welcome back

Leaving Home

To escape one's home is dreaded
So much so that it is unthinkable
And often
Nay, more than often
The same building goes down and comes up before our eyes
Never known what could have been there
The fear of the new is paralysis
Leaving our homes is first nature
Tied we are for now
But we will leave one soon day
I can never sit without cussing mosquitoes
Or the heat
Or the humidity
Or the crowds
Or the police
Let me be
I want to leave your embrace