Monday 12 March 2018

One of You

How I detest this unreasonable superficiality.
How I detest this terrible mockery,
 in the name of fashion and trends.
Oh how I detest everything,
 that's so nice and beautiful,
Yet so pretentious and untrue.
Oh how I detest everything,
 that's plain and dull,
like that ornate social rendezvous.


I stand here,
on the bandwagon of morality and truth
And I consider myself a hypocrite.
I want to be that busy man wearing suits.
 That funny guy on stage,
 cracking jokes about his brand new red boots.
I want to be free, from my anxiety,
just to talk to that girl near the bar counter,
Damn, she is so pretty.
I want to sing, a beautiful melody,
I want people to lose themselves away,
to the rhythms and tunes on my guitar.
Oh, I want all of that,
I want to be the Tzar,
Twinkling afar,
like the brightest glowing star.


But here I am,
with just my pen and my words,
In this rather indifferent world,
which only prefers the beauty over the beast.
The Satan over the priest.
I try and I try,
I fly and I fly.
I rise up so high,
 Like Icarus, I drown after my flight,
 in the darkest of nights,
devoid of all lights.


How I scream silently through my words,
the anguish & uneasiness flows away,
verse after verse, phrase after phrase.
For I detest you all,
 your plastic fruits and your scentless flowers.
I detest you all,
you miserable actors and players.
Oh, how I detest you all,
because I ain't one of you.
I tried my best but
I can't be one of you.
I can never be one of you...


Monday 1 January 2018

The Woman In Blue

She's dressed in velvet blue,
like the bright morning sky
And when she smiles,
the parts of my broken heart,
 tingle within, like fluttering butterflies.
She's like the origami art,
I'm like the tiny bottle of glue
And yes, she's the woman in blue,
I'm madly beguiled by her,
but oh poor lad,
she has no fuckin' clue
She agrees to meet him,
in a club on a Friday night
He's thrilled as she talks,
words, food and wine
flowing out, losing sense in the flickering disco light.
"Are you even listening?", she asks
I snap out of my dream and clueless, 
I gaze into her eyes.
She throws her head back and giggles away,
"Is she even real? 
Or is it just my imagination of lies?"
"Oh gosh, you're so weird!", she exclaims
A lit cigarette hanging loosely from her lips,
And that neon glow in the dark leather purse, 
gently resting upon her tender hips
She blows out the tobacco smoke,
her pretty face disappears away,
in the foggy mist of delusions
And I just want to take it all in,
And keep it there, 
till eternity passes away 
and shatters all my illusions

"Can I take a drag?", I ask her out of courtesy.
"Oh sure, go ahead!"
I take the cigarette and place it on my lips,
and breathe her in.
The minty flavor gently hits my throat,
Just like the cupid,
tossing me into love's garbage bin

I walk with her,
looking for a cab.
She opens the taxi door, 
and hugs me a final goodbye
A  feeling of wild yearning, 
I can't really personify
I smile and look at her, as she enters the cab
and the entire world around me, seems so drab
The door slams shut,
the taxi swooshes through,
I keep standing there,
staring mindlessly, 
like the thrown burnt cigarette butt.
And I wonder as I bid her adieu,
"Okay, what the fuck?
Am I in love?
Am I in love, 
with the wonderful woman in blue?"
Oh no, I have no clue,
I have no fuckin' clue...


Sunday 12 November 2017

Maybe, It's Me

The wonderful words that flow through my heart.
The vivid colours that sprawl through my art.
The rhythms from my guitar.
The light from my shining star.
It’s all because of you.
It’s all because of you.

The tangy red on my cheeks.
The profound treasures that I seek.
The illusory dreams that I chase,
like a Phoenix, shrouded in a misty lavender haze.
It’s all because of you.
It’s all because of you.

The wretched pain in my soul.
Like a struggling actor without a role.
Harrowing evil worms of desolation that crawl.
Through the lost bricks of my wall.
I feel so naked and betrayed.
But that’s okay, I’m already dead.

If I could hand over to you, everything that I had,
I would do it without going mad.
My passion begins with you.
My obsession ends with you.
Even the leaf has to let go, 
its beautiful pearl of dew.
Just to teach us, to live and let live.

And indeed, I’ve learnt to live again!
Jingling and dancing,
to the tunes of this fascinating game
Although, there's only a small change
You're missing from the picture frame.
I hope that you won’t mind,
I’ve bluntly disappeared & turned blind.
Forgive me dear, my envy makes me terribly unkind.

The poem’s ending and I’m running out of words.
For sometimes, the roses aren’t red.
And the the violets aren’t blue.
But my friend, it’s not because of you.
Perhaps, it’s me.
Maybe, it’s me…

Friday 13 January 2017

Here We Lie

Here we lie, under the sun,
Wandering how we'll live, 
the rest of our lives.
Here we lie, under the tree,
As the leaves fall dry,  from the turquoise sky.
Here we lie, on the beach,
As the wet sand sinks beneath.
Here we lie in our sorrows,
covering our shattered heart with a sheath.


And while we lie, on the ground.
Time passes by, without a sound.
For on our backs, we lie everyday.
Gradually moving towards the grave, 
as our hair turns gray. 
It's not about the years, 
it's not about the deeds.
It's about your purpose,
it's about sowing the seeds.


And when you're gone someday,
the seeds will grow into a beautiful tree.
Where kids will gather underneath.
To lie down and gaze at the clouds,
floating in their tangerine evening gown.
And they'll all rejoice and breathe, 
in the reverie of your bequeath!

Saturday 20 February 2016


Glittering sounds,
they all make you feel alive.
Sounds that revive you.
Music, poetry.
The voice of your love.


We're so inarticulate,
always running for that dime.
Can we hear our heartbeats?
Slowing down with time.
The shriek of disappearing youth,
amidst this moral mess.
The fear itself makes me go speechless.


There's this sound, that's stuck inside.
 Conscience, as they call it
It knows everything, whatever I do.
My sins, my virtues.
 I've never heard its noise.
It's so frail and feeble!
But when it speaks,
even in whispers,
it has the loudest voice.
The power to alter my imagination,
my perception.
My existence all together!


Silence has an abstract way of communication
It can build up nations!
it can even lead to destruction of generations!

Monday 9 November 2015


Forevermore, I'll keep shining through your eyes.
You'll see me, twinkling in the radiance of these forlorn skies.
Forevermore, my dear.
You'll always fear the hell from heaven.
Like a burning scarecrow, terrifying the raven.

Forevermore, I'll shall be the one.
Until you won't see no sun.
You'll find me in my words,
like an oasis emerging from an arid desert.
Forevermore my dear. Forevermore.

You have no clue, how timeless are you?
Across the perimeter of this paradise, you shall find a stone.
Burnt from a flame of regret.
It's been lying there all alone.

Forevermore, the doors shall remain closed.
For you've lost the key.
Ask me anything and that's what I'll be.
Forevermore, there's nothing left to say.
Oh yes, this is eternity's end.
As we call it, the judgement day.
Forevermore, my dear.
Forevermore, until I say goodbye & go away.

Forevermore, I'll be waiting for your answer.
It's an unreal test of time,
A lemonade without a slice of lime.
Forevermore, my dear.
Until, you hear my whispering voice,
diminish gradually among this noise...

Thursday 24 September 2015

Saturn Angel

Saturn rings, please me my dear.
Snowy white skin.
As she smiles, people lose their minds.
Orgasmic insanity.
The thrills of watching her socialize.
Brunette hair, gently falling over her shoulder.
Can you imagine this mystical goddess?


Tiny arms holding that giant cellphone.
She has the whole world in her hands.
Louis Vuitton seems too heavy for you, may I help you with that burden?


Glimmering black eyes, wipe out all your pain.
Blissful aura.
Isn't she just perfect?
Fashion sense has reached a new level.
She makes you feel so insignificant!
After all, angels have their own arrogance!


She has the ability to make words lose their meaning.
Fire has already lost its charm.
Are you even reading,
Or are you busy fantasizing?
Never mind.
Even the gods are jealous of her boon.
They've hid themselves behind the moon!


Crimson lipstick, of bleeding broken hearts!
Turquoise amulet, shines of crystalline light.
Where will you hide? Even her glance is an art!
Here & now, gone with the sea.
You see nothing but her face, in your sight.
So, would you mind trying?
Or just keep looking at her, crying?