Frostbite

I can feel you snowy fangs,
Burying themselves in my warm heart
Can you feel my swift pangs?
Aching reminders of a fatal start

These walls of snow that you build around
Your impregnable fortress of ice
To keep you safe from love's hound
Have frozen all my courage more than twice

But the stories that I hear
In the silence that you keep
Are dismal whispers to my fear
As up these walls again I creep

Somewhere I know I'm destined to fall
But my heart refutes the fact
That none can survive beneath this pall
That covers yourself with so much tact

So I will try, till I can try no more
To breach this fortification of lies
Until my balmy brown skin is sore
Until my frostbitten heart dies.



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Building the Numb

Chaos is the monster
Who lives under my bed
And conspires my fall
While I suck on my thumb

Wicked abominations
Tangled in cobwebs of doom
Are eyeing my greedily
As I'm building the numb

Vampires of time sucking
Blood from my fucking veins
Bleeding me to afterlife
And I'm feeling sort of dumb

Slowly I'll wake and
Slowly they'll sleep
No time to weep
As I'm building the numb

Black widow spiders, slaves of regret
Crawling on my chest and
Drooling blood on my sweat
But to my demons I cannot succumb

O! devine lord of chance
Render thyself visible
And rescue me from this happenstance
For I'm Bulding the Numb.



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Chauvinist Pigs & Feminist Bitches

Chauvinist Pigs and Feminist Bitches
To kick their asses my left foot itches
and everyone else can be categorised
In categories they haven't yet devised



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Sunset of a totally awesome life

This totally awesome life of mine,
Hasn’t been without it’s faults,
Secrets kept behind closed doors,
And lovers kept in golden vaults

Prized possessions I have but few,
I haven’t many houses, and I haven’t many cars,
Only an old bookshelf, full of rusty volumes,
And memories of a girl, in a heart full of scars

I don’t know anyone of my lineage and blood,
I prefer recluse to company these days,
Having no regard for relatives and their motives,
Maybe this cynicism is just a passing phase

On this lovely sunset, of my totally awesome life,
I snatch a little moment, from time’s hands,
And remember my folks in the days of their glory,
Because on my doorstep, the grim reaper stands

Any day now, the priest will come,
And refer to me as “Dearly Departed”,
And the impish kids of my sorrowed sister,
Will probably chuckle, “dearly de-farted”

So I say goodbye, to this world at last,
And thank everyone for all they taught to me,
And especially to that girl in my heart,
For all the regrets she brought to me.



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The Candy Fields

The young boy, oblivious to confusion,
Unaware of ineffable pains of adulthood,
Blissed out on innocence, more than he should,
Roams in the candy fields of utopian illusion

Lollipops and chocolates, flourishing in fields,
And other delights he hasn’t savored yet,
Over unforeseen consequences, he doesn’t fret,
And desires to taste everything this land yields

Sugar apples on a distant tree, are all bright red,
They enslave the young lad, enthrall him,
He knows he can’t escape this whim,
The soil he runs on now, is sweet gingerbread

He stands below the sugar apple tree,
Crestfallen and dejected.
The candy tree of his distant dreams is severely infected,
He encounters disappointment of a fair degree.

Then he sees a mountain, and his spark returns,
The peak is covered thick with ice-cream,
Scaling the crag, he chases another dream,
With all the passion , his little heart burns.

He climbs and climbs, but the higher he ascends,
The farther away, the mountain top appeared,
He is now afraid of something he never feared,
With each step of his, the peak’s stature appends.

The lesson learnt then, by this thwarted kid,
Is something I wish we all could learn,
That the rules of nature are ruthless and stern,
The ice-cream mountain is really a giant squid.



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The Brownian Lark - Part Three

I don’t know why I went to The Brownian Lark,
But this mystery lady had just lifted the dark,
Surrounding her was a pool of light,
An angel with a halo, I knew was in sight

She came closer and stood next to me,
Time stood still. Her green eyes, were all I could see.
The grey clouds disappeared and the sun shined through,
Illuminated her aura, and lit my face too.

I might have believed, until now, that this was all fake,
But then she opened her mouth, and with the sweetest voice
spake:
“I know what you want to know”,
Appreciation for the situation, my face started to show.

“Pray, Tell me where I am”, I beseeched her,
And what happened thence, is all a blur,
For I woke up in my bed, in cold sweat,
Could one shot of vodka lead to this regret?

I realized it was all a vision,
But at the back of my head, I felt a bleeding incision,
The pain had followed me though the dream,
I felt as if I had just visited an alternate realm

I fumbled to check, how much I had bled,
And I saw red, all over my pillow and bed.
Rushed to the bathroom, aided my lesion,
As I pondered in spite of the lack of reason

Perhaps I never would be able to explain,
What ‘twas that happened that Tuesday in the rain,
But on my memory, that day left such a mark,
That now I never visit The Brownian Lark.



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The Brownian Lark - Part Two

I don’t know why I came to The Brownian Lark,
But consciousness’ realization was awfully stark,
My eyes squinted , and ears heard a dog bark,
I knew I was no more at The Brownian Lark

Looming in my mind, were possibilities of chance,
But it didn’t feel like a holdover, and not a happenstance,
For I was lying besides the ocean, sandy and wet,
Could one shot of vodka lead to this regret?

My senses still struggled to recover from the shock,
And memories were held up somewhere, by a great block
The back of my head was perhaps bleeding,
And the pain did not seem to be receding

I found a paper in the pocket of my shirt,
Unfolded it and wiped off the dirt,
The markings on it were even more confusing,
Than my weird predicament, which wasn’t amusing

Perhaps my mind was feigning all of this,
But even then I sensed something amiss,
Reason and it’s friends were absent today,
And their severance painted the sky a mournful grey

As along the beach, I started to tread,
Wondering what the doodles on paper said,
The harder I tried, the farther away from the truth I went,
And I wondered why I was so blissfully spent

Saturated with frustration, I threw the paper away,
It floated a while in the wind, before sinking in the bay,
My Contemplations and Ponders were interrupted now,
By a woman who appeared, I don’t know from where or how

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The Brownian Lark - Part One

I don’t know why I came to The Brownian Lark
It’s a smoky jazz pub, uninviting and dark,
It’s awfully close to the brothel, and by the bazaar,
Alleged home to the pimps of a porn star

No hub of hustle on a rainy Tuesday morn
Except a few people, cursed and forlorn,
I look around, escaping the barkeep’s glare,
As I walked towards a stool, that was lying spare

Eyed the bartender, as I sat down,
He was a burly man, with an unpleasant frown,
I light a cigarette, as the barkeep approaches,
He shoves an ashtray towards me, it’s full of roaches*

A jazz band plays, on the other side,
A perfect tune for the morning’s pride,
Some old folks can be seen playing poker,
Aces, Jacks, Kings and Queens, all the same to me the joker

“What‘ll it be?”, the barkeep finally spoke,
At my illusive thoughts, his words seemed to poke,
The barkeep’s impatience reflected in his voice,
“Vodka, please”, I made my choice

The barkeep snarled, as he served my drink,
I sniffed the shot, it seemed to stink,
I drowned it all, not minding the stench,
It smashed my head, with a two-jawed wrench

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Satisfaction

Satisfaction, satisfaction,
Is never the result of any of his deeds,
She doesn’t care, if he begs or pleads
She’s irredeemable with his inaction,

Satisfaction, satisfaction,
She always finds him chasing her,
Running, running with all the spur
Unheeding thoughts that cause distraction

Satisfaction, satisfaction,
She doesn’t seem to wish to appear,
A perfect arrangement for his worst fear
Never consorting with any of his fraction

Satisfaction, satisfaction,
Knows he could never compromise,
A life, less her, he can’t surmise
Yet she’s always missing from his faction

Satisfaction, satisfaction,
His arch enemy, his dire need,
But she’s never guaranteed,
She’s never guaranteed.



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Devil’s Persuasion

I’m tired of walking, mile after mile,
Of this cruel desert, and of my life’s guile
An oasis amidst all this, I can see,
My fateful destination, it could be

But this oasis is just a mirage,
It’s stapled to this weird collage
I’m broken, divided and torn
And all notions of hope have lorn

I walk along, I cannot stay,
Devil’s persuasion won’t let me fray
Seeking miracles, that are hard to find
I tread this desert, I must be blind

As sandstorms blow themselves in my face,
Paranoia envisions, my fall from grace
I pay no heed, to paranoid thoughts,
Patience is something, I need in lots

Carcasses buried here, are constant reminders,
That the truth has no keepers, only finders
I chase the end, of this barren trail,
I can’t stop walking, ‘tho my legs are frail

I’m tired of walking, mile after mile,
I’m tired of this existence in exile
But the devil’s persuasion, feeds me with desire,
I’m ready to burn, but I have no fire.



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Nightmare Blue

Hey you, with the eyes so blue,
Where did you come from?
And where are you due?
Won’t you see me again?
Pretty won’t you?

Hey you, with the eyes so blue,
And golden hair that sways,
Why’d you bring me to this place?
I don’t wish to be here,
Here all my nightmares come true

Hey you, with the eyes so blue,
I’m scared of where I am,
And I agree to face the blame,
If I could be with you,
Can’t you see I’m being true?

Hey you, with the eyes so blue,
Was this your intention?
Your great plan of indirect redemption
Those aren’t tears in my eyes,
They’re just coat with dew.



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Bleeding Candles

The night falls, across the lands
Mist envelopes, and clouds descend,

Shadows emerge, to comprehend,
This paradox, that before me stands

Lights are shy, to blind me tonight
So I light my love, the candles of sorrow,

Wishing for a better tomorrow,
Dreaming to dream it’d all be alright

The candles bleed, as the night proceeds
I watch the flames flicker in the breeze,

But their dance fails to put me at ease,
As it all reminds me of my obtuse deeds

The grinning moon, and the mocking stars
Poke at my gashes, and watch me cry,

I close my eyes, and watch them dry,
It’ll be morning soon, I’ll forget my scars

Breaking the silence, the darkness hissed
And it told me how the sun will dawn,

And a new era of glory will spawn,
And how I’ll find, all that I’ve missed.



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Wretched dreams

Wretched dreams and wishes denied,
Countless nights, alone I cried
Much as I wished, I couldn’t fight,
The aperture of hope, as it grew so tight

Wretched dreams, on optimism’s spire,
Come and light my funeral pyre
O’er truth’s grave, the dreams are bland,
The mourner’s favorite one night stand

Wretched dreams, incessantly stare,
Till they damage you beyond repair
The orphaned ones, await embrace,
Quit dreaming now, avoid disgrace.

Wretched dreams, don’t seem to die,
Reality’s undertow, they always belie
All I see now, are wicked illusions,
Visions of gaiety and infinite confusions.



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The Falling Pianos

To look up, where hope grows,
I was trying, and how lord knows
But up is where the troubles are at,
Two pairs of scissors and a vampire bat.

The Scissors smile, cutting through the rope,
And the bat squeals, "Abandon all hope"
The end seems near, and I stand in defiance,
I've lost my courage, and am shorn of alliance.

Then the rope fails me too, and reveals her veins,
And I witness the death of whatever remains
The scissors leave, their work is done,
And allow the bat to have his fun.

These falling pianos, are sneaky stalkers,
They spare none of my fellow walkers
The vampire bat now sucks all hope,
My wounds reopen, they blame the rope.

It'll take some time now, 'ere i look up again,
I begin to hear the sweet lullaby of pain
With words of counsel, the bat flies away,
The winds of change shall forever sway.



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The Falling Pianos (An Anthology)

The Falling Pianos is an anthology of 10 poems, written after the poems you read below (these poems were later compiled into an anthology called "Worthless". The Falling Pianos, i think, reflects my maturity as a writer/poet, these poems are supposed to be better and well written than the previous ones, but then again, you are free to hold your opinion.

Twilight of Time

Twenty seven mornings, spent hung over,
In the twilight of time I stand,
One year has been, one will be
All about you, and your memory

Blue skies beckon me, to travel through,
This twilight of time, and discover,
Who I really am, and conquer
What is not mine

But dear disappointment, don't steal from me,
The possiblity of anything but you,
I think I'll find you, this time too,
And if I run away, you'll wait and see

You wish I'd run into your arms, and cry,
But this twilight of time, instills hope,
Oh I know how you hate her, but,
I wonder why.

Hope only wishes to be friends,
Can't you see how high she lifts me?
Just so you can watch me fall,
And amuse yourself, at my misery

So dear disappointment, I'm sorry
For forgetting about you.
These new friends aren't worth a dime,
This hope and that dream,

And this twilight of time.



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Worthless

It's pretty funny, actually,
How i was made worthless,
By just a pair of eyes,
And their invitation to forever

But you're not laughing,
Not even smiling
Doesn't it seem funny to you?
Maybe your mirrors aren't clear.

Whatever the reason, I was wasted,
Acceptance was inevitable, in those eyes
They knew exactly, what it was,
That I tasted

Was it love? or just a dream?
I'll tell you when it's over,
I'll tell you when to scream
Before it ends

I have but one more thing to say,
To whom those eyes belong,
I know why I'm so worthless,
And you are so strong.



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Lighthouse Blues

There once was a lighthouse,
On the cold shores of the baltic,
It was purposeless and desolate,
Like the man who lived in it.

He was a loner, just like me,
But a less fortunate one
For he once fell in love, unlike me
On a cold land under the sun

I don't know what became of her,
or him, but he never fell in love again
I sense a constant void in him,
It screams her name in his soul

And, it's so loud even I can hear, but,
Pity he deserves not, self resepct intact,
He's still in love with her, i think,
As a matter of fact.

Regrets and guilt keep us company,
As we fish for lost days,
Silence makes it's absence felt by it's presence,
And the sun fades with a purple haze.

At dinner we sip some red-red wine,
And loose every sense of time,
He's lost in thoughts of his lost love,
I'd like to be lost in mine.



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Chronicles Of Wasted Time

Here, my friend, lies all my life,
in all it's glorious wrecks sublime,
arrays of misfortunate events,
and chronicles of wasted time

Be quiet now, don't wake her up,
for I don't wish to live her twice,
I've done that once, and that's enough
for she has passed and I am wise

Forever here, on my life's grave,
a weeping widow of sadness mourns,
be not fooled, by her sorry tears,
'Tis just a facade that she adornes

And now I am a wasted soul,
in a barren land, that's dark and cold,
repenting for my sordid crime,
in chronicles of wasted time.



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