So far..


A tantalising dream so far from coming true,
A cryptic code so far from being broken,
An agonising scream so far from being heard,
An unknown reason so far from being understood,
An unrequited love so far from being returned,
A comforting warmth so far from being around,
A miserable life so far from being lived
A lost friend so far from being found

There seems..


There seems to be an old memory,
Like a morning dewdrop on a blurred window,
There happens to be a familiar lane,
That I can't tread on anymore
There is a deafening cry of pain,
That has been reverberating since years,
There is a truth that I know of,
The silence left by which can still be heard  
There is a smile that I wonder at,
As it won't be found again,
There is a tear I look at in awe,
As it will never really dry,
There is a beautiful face,
That will never be forgotten,
There is a bright, sunny morning,
That I will never wake up to beside her 

Amidst it all..

Amidst the stench of melancholy,

A search for the scent of happiness,

Amidst the cacophony of cerebral chaos,

A search for the sound of heartbeats

Amidst the cries of agony,

A search for a soothing silence,

Amidst a crowd of strangers,

A search for that special friend

Amidst the dust that never settles,

A search for a clear vision,

Amidst an endless, Kafkaesque nightmare,

A search for an unfinished dream

Amidst the smoke that never clears,

A search for the fire that started it,

Amidst an unending, unforgiving life,

A search for death to set me free

A state of mind..


The old times, full of bliss and rapture,
Torment my present with a burning rage, 
The eyes close and the tears run down,
But the fire continues to burn away


The avalanche of  dreams crashing down,
Is the only sound that I hear these days,
Nightmares reign over my soul in the dark,
Death invites with open arms, for a fatal embrace


Tempted to give in, but not lost yet,
Judgment day still seems at a distance,
Leaving this abysmal world is not a choice,
I still need to complete my life sentence

A compass that points..                                         

                                                                                                                                     

With a compass that points nowhere,

Devoid of a direction to head in,

Devoid of a destination to reach,

Devoid of time that I may run out of,

In the middle of oblivion, seeking the unseen                                                                                     

Not a soul to guide me through the journey,

I must journey ahead is all I know,

Across the skies and the oceans,

Lies something that remains to be whispered in my ears,

I revel in this insane mystery though

“Your doom might be near”, say the winds,

I pay heed to no one, not even the gods,

I walk through the sands of time, lost in the same,

But the quest to find the unknown will never cease,

I walk through death to reach out to life, against all odds