shipwreck nostalgia !

its been a sea of change,

putting together,
everything..left over,

they called it a shipwreck...
of mangled pieces,crimson-salted bones..
of drowning cries and hopeless dreams


to shores afar we had set the sails,
but beaten down,tossed afar, 
now a leftover-pain is all that remains.



Breathing.Waiting.
Surviving.Hoping.
Lost.Praying.
Alone.

I've been to this sea of change,
where you and me and us turn strangers.


shipwrecked- with leftover-pain,
on an island o Bane,i wait to turn insane.

Breathing.Waiting.

Surviving.Hoping.

Lost.Praying.

Alone.

Faces,phases,faces,phases.

Being haunted.
Being labeled.

Liar...

Been fighting the demons.
Night long, and in day.

Was it my mistake.
yes it was.

I took things for granted.

Not its hurting me,
so I am  lying now.

They look at me
and i get hurt.

They talk
and i get hurt.


Paranoia...can spin some tales.

I am trying to breath deep now,
telling myself this will pass.
But I am choking too,
strangled by my own thoughts.

There is just hope and there is grace or there was,
  but surely I believe "even this will pass."

love actually....

I thought i will never write again,
of which i write now...
of love, of hurt,
of a gal, of missin her.

She doesn't love me
nor if she knew.
But i love her,
and that is what i know.

I met her.
we spoke, but i spoke more.
maybe she saw through me,
and lame i am.

It is midnight now.
But i guess i miss her.

I saw her in the crowd.
Like an angel she looked.
But it is midnight now,
I am so lost...

                                                      An angel she is,

perfect and sweet
obliging and true.

And I love her.
Is all i know...!!

Tomorrow i will be back again..
tryin to wipe her away...
of love that never was...

I

I is without me
I is within me
I is whether me

Me is without I
Me is with I
Me is whether I

Us is without i and me
Us is within i and me
Us is surely I,me and  you too.

Empty It is...

I've been searching.

Cos' i have been empty.

Empty inside.

Hollow.

Is it god i need

Is it just love.

I don't know.

But i want the hole to disappear.

Like an empty cardboard box.

Taped and set.

But empty it is.

My eyes are dry

and i can't cry.

                                                      It hurts and its hurts bad.

And I am Empty Inside....

Child of a broken dream

There is nothing in me

deep or true,
I am dead.
There is a body

walking out of sight

There is a tree,
There is bus, there is this house
and there is me.

Dim and shallow,
lost and hollow,
is the man who walks alone.

Home, home
is his only cry,

a place to belong
is his only sigh.

I would set him free
I would set him free
Oh! child of a broken dream,
There is hope, there is death.....

One with Good and One with Bad

Off I went to find my dream,
on to the land of the loosing Sun.

Me and the evil one,
together we hoped to change the world.

So off we sailed through the flimsy seas
And on to the land of ailing dreams.
To find my lost, broken dream.

Me and the evil one,
we passed the Eden green,
to reach His gates to beseech

Tired and tried, we thought of rest
So at the heavens door, we stuck the tents.

The devil yawned and bade me night.
While I sang to the creeping night,
a song of peace, a song of rest.

There we lay, hoping..
For a better tomorrow...
where the evil bids the good
better days and an unending peace...

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