Don’t just write
because it’s time to,
you won’t find anything inside
a tangeled void
sings nothing today
maybe tomorrow.
Tag Archives: Poetry
Ravenous
Dreams are ravenous
for this life of ours
they can’t see it thrown away
or being wasted
they will either devour the monotony from our life
or succumb one day
It’s up to us to decide
whether we lie down to succumb
to this chaos
or join them
every day.
The Nomad and the Wise
dust from the all the worlds
a scarf knitted by a mistress from somewhere,
jar of wine that makes you forget the past,
thirst for the lands unseen,
this was all
what the nomad ever carried.
scriptures from all of the worlds,
a letter written in some undecipherable launguage,
potion that makes you drown in dreams,
curiosity about people whom he never met,
this was all
what the wise had amassed
whenever they met.
They never traded stories.
They traded worlds.
I wait
Standing next to rocks we once carved
trying to remember the etched memories
of the years gone by,
when I had unison of dreams
and nightmares with you.
the wrath of time spared none,
not even the rocks , I see
but I wait
to conjure everything
from these rocks.
there is something about the air
when it is about to rain,
Did you ever feel it?
Ambitions
Like leaves on sun burnt trees
our ambitions slowly recede,
as the winds of change blow
are you really ready to let them go?
or would you catch them
as they fall and scatter
dead may always remain dead
but would it ever matter?
would you not wait for a whole season,
for them to grow again?
or just sit infront of the idiot box
silently biting away your pain.
Fog
the fog descends
night turns to day
darkness gives in to blur
we waited for the sun
within the blankets
listening to adele,
the sun never came
we never got out
and kept searching
for the sun inside each other
and the warmth too
It wasn’t a nice day
but we made it one.
Writings to Heaven 