A Bumpy road, Winter winds to blow the soul, Two people they rode, With no direction, no goal. Mustard fields whistled past the road-sides, Yellow’d in harvest, Glittering in gold, in the light of the dying sun. Black Curtains, soft-kill the light Flocks of bird flee past the skies, that bleed now a blue Flying… Continue reading alive
the days of nights are over days curtained by nighteous darkness eyes half closed half open unwilling to see the world in this misery the days of nights are over everything seemed dark And indifferent not a soul could affect me for death was already in me the nights of indifference are over the fog… Continue reading a strange kind of homecoming
The feeling of being grounded Is nice And settling Everything around seems very true And all that is not is fake There is a clear difference between this and that and most people would give anything to get that and it feels good to be grounded to feel your feet on the ground nothing above… Continue reading The dirt and some truth
water sits lifeless even with birds; still and blinking as the sun slowly sets a cow now rests on the Meadows by the water all the grace and all the life everything that the water gave birth to slowly dies away into the winter night
let that pain sink in ground you break you bring you back to the real world where pain is everywhere let it sink in, and show how addicted you were to flying high; to happiness let it sink in And alter all your beliefs ideals ,That you so held close let it sink in and… Continue reading
I feel the sting of it Every single time it touches me burns my tongue Everytime you say nothing and I sit alone by the windows Waiting asking to be freed to be easied* I feel it's sting every day I wake up I feel my throat dry and I wet it With Waters of… Continue reading by the window
Flee, From this land of Death and ordeal From this land of deceit and falsehood, Flee, to be free. As primitive as can be, Nothing has changed not since the days of primeval man, We’re all, but primordial beasts, Hungered by the chains of power. Flee, I shall, But where? To a world where there… Continue reading Flee, I shall but where to?
Have you ever seen the sun through dumb windows? These windows, They play in sombre notes Even the loudest tones. These windows, they cease from speaking of what is outside. Dumb windows that colour everything in black, The blue of the sky, A neighbour passing by, Fading sounds of a righteous man's cry All coloured… Continue reading A world of closed minds and open eyes.
Just at the train station , Subtle lights half-glowing in orange The sounds of a train that flashed by me Played like echoed haunts from yesterday. Train after train went by me Sounds, that echoed just the same, But never quite the same. I wandered at the train station for a long time after, Still… Continue reading Rail-roads and rail-tales.