Monday, May 23, 2011

The Middle is the Toughest Part

- in Milibhagat with Mradul

The dusk falls lightly on the king

and doesn't care for the peasant
perhaps it has always been just that.
only dusk. and nothing that obscures things.

The evening is a mellow time
to kill slowly, savouring the morsels
i want to ask you so much
but i just cant .

My name doesnt mean a thing
and my mind slowly withers away
dreams are strolling on the night beach.
they dont want to be a part of me

The middle is the toughest part
and it doesnt go away easily
why is it that we have to work so hard
for the simplest things

Each creation is meant to break down
deconstructed back to mud and water
perhaps thats why sometimes when we wake up
dying quietly is the only thing that makes sense

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

The Four Horsemen

Three horsemen at the end of time
Are friends that I have left behind
The fourth horseman rides forth
For other prey and absent friends

The four horsemen at the dawn of time
Herald the beginning of the world
They are thoughts and ideas that don't die
While other horses wait to fly

The four horsemen at the end of time
Ride away in search of glory
They gallop across the universe
And are part of every story

Three horsement I leave behind
They go in their own directions
They ride north, east, and west
The horsemen ride without rest

The four horsemen in the middle
Are friends you can never replace
These horsemen will stay with you
And they'd never change their face

Friday, March 04, 2011

Uneasy Love

in milibhagat with Mradul

Tonight, the mist creeped into my room,
smelling sweetly of dark winter nights.
and i wondered what is it about you,
that makes me want to stop forever.

Tonight, the moon climbs silently up the sky,
and it reminds me of the time that wont return.
of the time that wont be
however i might yearn.

This night if it ends would steal,
all the things i wanted to feel.
All the things that talk to me will stay behind
just like you.

This dawn when it breaks will take,
all my dreams that would never complete.
Why has the night in all its beauty
grown so heartless?

The song that swims uneasily inside,
leaves a destructive path that wakes me.
and i find that nothing has changed,
except. I have a memory more.