Saturday 29 October 2016

Freedom Fall

Freedom Fall


What was it in the winter winds, 
That brought back a plethora of memories,
Peering through the fog, 
Was a reflection from the past.

All I could see was a ghost,
Ready and waiting for me,
Looking through my soul, 
As if he is checking my strength.

Slowly the mist covered my mind, 
Unleashing the deepest fears hidden in my mind,
Reminding me of who I was, 
And what I have now become.

From the man who had never given up,
To a mere cadaver of my failures,
Yet I stand proud of who I am, 
And the laurels that I have accomplished. 

There was someone, 
Who entered my life, 
Breaking me beyond repair, 
Denting my soul and mind. 

She was just a tormentor,
Who had a sole purpose of making me well up,
To my feelings and hand her my heart on a silver platter,
Only for me to later on repent on my decision. 

Just as she vanished from my life,
Taking away a part of my soul, 
Suffocating me in the pit of my emotions,
Leaving me for the dead. 

That whole winter, 
My soul was hibernating, 
Dreaming about the memories we shared,
The stolen kisses beneath the starry skies. 

It has been a long time,
Since I lost myself in the whirlpool of emotions,
After years of travelling on the scorched earth,
I sit today watching the winter fall down, 
And with the ghost of my past I see my breath go down,
A freedom too long for which I waited. 
A freedom too late for my soul.

Ice Princess

Ice Princess

Almost like everything she did,
There was something that ticked her off, 
From a soul that was the life of the party, 
She became just another face in the crowd.

Never had anyone seen a girl like her, 
A voice which could send chills down the spine, 
With a heart of gold waiting that defined her character, 
Searching on a lonely path for a companion to help her reach her destination. 

It used to be a world of sorrows and pain, 
While she used to live in a world of her own, 
There was a soul that was mesmerised by her,
But always kept her at a distance. 

He would just be around her without her knowing his presence, 
Like a ghost he used to be present in the crowd, 
Waiting for her to notice him, 
And then walk down the path alongside her. 

Yet something was just not right,
The air around her was reeking of death, 
From a chirpy nightingale, 
She was now just a raven of death.

All he could now do was worry about her,
and think if she was worth him.
When the world had left her to be on her own,
Masks of the people changing to show her the reality of the world. 

Never has life been so unfair to him,
Like that day,
When his every ounce of flesh that he had sacrificed, 
To keep her in the light of life. 

Yet the Devil took the best of him, 
From the lines of the white powdery hell, 
He had held her by her beautiful wrists, 
And just with one swift flow, 
He had left a mark on them forever. 

As the blood starts to flow from her veins, 
The pearl white floor becomes red,
With life fading from her eyes, 
All he could say was goodbye. 

Wednesday 26 October 2016

Dream On

Dream On

While the world was crying over lost souls,
Bombs setting off in every place,
Buried in the rubble, 
Were not a hundred corpses but a hundred dreams and hope. 

Down in the basement of his half broken home,
Brushing past the jagged edges of what seemed to be a cabinet, 

He takes out his diary and suitcase, 
Fleeing from the very idea of survival in this ghost town. 

On the other side of the planet, 
There was a house in the green prairie fields,
With a patio gazing at the beautiful sunrise,
Woke up a face which was like a flower after the first monsoon rain. 

She was like a girl that was described in a Nicholas Sparks novel, 
One smile from her would make the whole world spellbound to her, 
She never was beautiful but there was something about her that mystified people,
Only waiting for a moment to cast her magic upon someone. 

Just when he had lost faith in human emotions, 
He had to stumble by her doorway, 
As if god had forgiven him,
For the sins that he was being punished for. 

From the ruins of the tormentors, 
To the city of angels, 
He had travelled a thousand miles, 
To be awestruck by the angel waiting by the door. 

From a few days to eternity, 
They had decided to spend it together,
From broken dreams to destroyed soul,
She had brought him back hope and life, 
And he had to just dream on.