Romantiks..

However when you stay aloof from me,All that shades my heart is murk.
A certain reverie peeps down in anticipation from tall unimpressionable towers,
And another, defeated fancy wraps itself into the oblivion of a lonesome corner.
Sometimes, the corridors to my heart are clouded by gloom,
Whereas, other times, there is light till the capacity of sight.


Nevertheless, of one thing I am sure,
I don’t love you…

The big plunge...

There were birds in that sunlit trench
all singing in vain, no loss no gain
no clue of worries or of pain..

and there was me.

There were trees with branches plush,
over colored grass drenched by rain
No! autumn would not arrive again..

and there was me.

And the clear bluish-grey sheet overhead
was flowing aimlessly, insane
in the whim to cover every iota of grain..

And there was me,
the happiest of all,
as sustainance I did sustain,
Lost a thousand times, stopped, chained
struggled, starved and fought to regain

And now complete as I am,
I am here to claim my rewards, my bunch
Here i am for the big plunge..

There were light leaking stars,
and trees playing sieves,
and there was me..

Busted...

Colors are fascinating, and so was my life,
the pull of thirst, the call of a drive.


There 'er fancies, unreached, dull and bright.
Likewise, I dreamed of water, sand and light.


And the windows that gave pass to the stars,
were ever open for the eventful and alive.


The roads shrunk in a flick, just one wrong turn,
It was too dark to fight and too late to return.


Now, there ain't much left to save,
A pile of shredded dreams, and my shed turned grave.


Confined by my protection, I feel stuck,
I am busted..


Abandoned by you, my imaginations have rusted,
I am busted..


Left to myself, I feel torn and wasted,
I am busted..


Hey Chris, hi Ana, fuck you, fuck all,
I am busted..