The Bleeding Rose

A guitar with broken strings
Sings distant tunes of endless, unrequited love
Still dances to the beat
Of broken drums and dreams, uselessly shoved.


A rose in a thorny bush blooms
Caught in the thorns, it bleeds
The blue sky pours tears for it
But fails to wash away the bloody deeds.


A song half composed
Lies untouched by the poet for years
Yellowing pages and crumbling corners
Ink dissolves in tears.


Thoughts fade, memories are washed away.
But the heart still cries for the same sorrow everyday.


Bright sunlight appears like
Blinding stark darkness
The evanescent moonlight
Just lights up the corners.


Shoving away the tears
The heart continues to cry
Evaporating salt and water
The tears run dry.


Out of courtesy, a concerned mother
Places a hand on the drooping shoulder
The heart overwhelmes
And tears fall afresh onwards.


The scars will never recede.
The sorrow just increases.

Where We Belong

We don't belong to this hypocrite of a world.
We don't belong to these green grasses of envy.
We don't belong to the blue skies of sorrow.
We just don't belong to this world that's hollow.

People were born confusing
It's a pity they don't understand themselves
But what makes us different is neat-
I understand you and you understand me.

We were born for a world of our own
Where green is of the grass and blue not of sorrow

We belong to that other world

That's nothing more than my imagination of morrow.

Conversations with god

One moonlit night
God came to my window
And whispered
Something incomprehensible.

He showed me a
Moonless night
With no stars
And nothing sensible.

He claimed that was
My world
The way I looked at it
Most of the time.

I protested there was
No hope there
And not a single
Ray of light.

He said the moonless night
Was my perception
And the moonlit one
My reality.

I looked up at god
And wondered
Was this
True in all clarity?

Yes, replied he,
And advised me

Now combine the two visions
And see the true reason

I found the true reason-
My unwilling vision.

Enough.

The day slips by without leaving a
trace of your smile behind.
But, it's my everyday punishment.
My punishment for having loved you with blinds.

Yesterday I'd cried for you, but
today, I cry for my own misery.
We have left each other and
I'm your history.

Don't ever try to fix me, because
I'm broken beyond repair.
Just leave me alone, fending for myself
I'm much more comfortable there.

Just one thing disturbs me now.

I wish you would have loved me enough to care.