Effects of Cancer on a small family

From the time she walked down the aisle,
till the time he held her for one last time.
Beginning then, ending now,
their one unspoken vow.

Tears played their part
during sadness, they weren't apart.
He tried his best to be the man she deserved,
but time had already run short, perturbed.

A Holiday.....

Let me take you far away,
to a place with fresh cold breeze.
A journey we can call a holiday,
where we can watch the Autumn leaves.

Hear the ripple of the nearby stream.
while soaking in the morning Sun.
And then sleep peacefully at night and dream,
about the time we had spent as one.

Man....

Ever heard of a being who isn't young nor is he old ?
Someone who is always expected to be bold.
The one who is supposed to defend the ones they love.
Be smart and good looking, just like a shiny glove.

The one who has to be the life of every party,
Ride fast cars or bikes and be a little sporty.
Who borders between confidence and arrogance
and makes you marvel at their high intelligence.

Someone who's shoulders are expected to carry weight.
Who has to compromise through life's long straight.
During difficult times, the one who makes a stand
He is the one they call the Man.

Dreams

With eyes closed you can drift away,
to a green field where the iron bells hold sway.
Or you can keep shuffling around the bed,
like a rodent on the hunt for a piece of bread.

For all the dreams that we have envisioned,
there remain countless that are left unfulfilled.
Bed time still remains the best time of the day,
with eyes closed, you can let your life rebuild.

The Failure in Love

Looking forward to the future, what do I see ?
I can only see the same old me.
Scared, naive and stupid to begin with,
devoid of love, can't even come close to it.

I know that things won't change,
because I have refused to act.
some things are not in our range,
and we have to accept that fact.

For all the richness that I might have,
I will always remain poor in love.
I can't even speak confidently,
forget about protecting her with a shove.

For all the gifts that we have received,
there will always be some which we will crave.
Envious and depressed is what I have become,
with increasing jealousy, digging my own grave.

Staring into the Mirror

Staring into the Mirror everyday,

hoping to see a different me.

A different pair of eyes,

a better version of me.

But the more I stare,

the eyes remain the same.

Its the thoughts that have changed,

It was I who has lighted this flame.

The Introvert

He moves his hands and legs,
but his tongue doesn't speak.
His heart cries a million times,
when his hopes are met with a brick.

He has many a things on his mind,
not all of which are good.
But who's to judge him ?
as he doesn't speak, when he should.

He struggles to express himself,
and he doesn't make smart replies.
He shows that he doesn't care,
but he feels alive, when he stares into her eyes.

He thinks of himself as an enigma,
a puzzle that people can't solve.
He isn't the best looking either,
yet he hopes to never evolve.

Seasons of Life

Born into this world we are, in the Spring.
Devoid of scars in our youth, full of zing.
Nothing to worry about, except for a fling.
We wipe our tears away, a new song we sing.

Summer comes as youth slowly fades away.
The flower starts to bloom and we hope it forever stays.
New problems arise, as the heart starts to sway
The future looks bleak, as scars cover the face.

The flower falls to the ground as Autumn closes in,
The winds of change have worn my wrinkled skin.
Days fly by, but time seems to stand still
We keep going round in circles just like a Wind-Mill.

December has arrived as winter sets in.
The flower is now covered in snow, frozen skin.
A life filled with regret now slowly wears thin,
as the season of loneliness continues deep within.

Frozen

Frozen in time,
Frozen in body and in the mind
Frozen in spirit, though fault is mine
Where was I when the Sun used to shine ?

Frozen lies all hope,
Frozen is the Future's scope.
Ridicule and Contempt is all I face
Hoping for a miracle as my saving grace.

Frozen are people's views of me,
Just like the cold winter Arctic sea.
Hollow inside I am, according to them
Frozen I am, forever condemned.  

Let Nobody tell you....

Why be ashamed of who you are ?
Why be afraid of the stars that lie far ?
Nothing can change whats meant to be.
Let nobody tell you what you cannot see.

Let nobody tell you how to live your life,
If they were that wise they wouldn't have found the time.
Nobody can live your life better than you,
Are you sure that you are doing the right thing too ?

The Song...

Screaming, the silent song,

Inaudible to people who don't listen.

Its filled with passion and frustration 

as the words drag me on, 

till i have reached my destination.

The Song has no end. 

Its like a Tomorrow which might not arrive. 

Its music has only me as its Audience, 

as its tune makes me dance, 

to the point of subjugation.

O Miserable life of mine....

O Miserable life of mine…

When will you change ? If ever you will..

O Miserable life of mine…

When will you end ? If ever you will…

All this time I have waited, waited for so long,

Living in hope of a better life.

A life where I am allowed to just be me.

A life where I am free.

Free from prejudice,

Free from judgement.

Where people don’t go by my physical appearance.

But look deep inside me, see the real me.

Respect the real me.

Where they don’t judge me, feel me….

Where they realize that life is not meant to gain fame,

at the expense of others, at the expense of me.

O Miserable life of mine….

O Miserable fate of mine….

Unfulfilled Dreams....

For all those dreams that are yet unfulfilled,

there have been many that have seen the light of dawn.

With passing time, the long road will unwind itself,

And I will finally flutter my feathers, just like a wild Swan.

Helping the needy....

As the last drop of rain slowly trickles to a stop,

I wander out to the field to inhale a breath of fresh air.

My soul takes in the aroma of the last of the season’s crop,

Only to be shaken by the poverty stricken child’s glare.

Alas, Who do we think we really are ?

Pretending to be blind to the world around us.

Ignoring the needy, neglecting a blind man’s scar,

Self obsessed with our petty lives, not worth a fuss.

If only we change our vision of society,

Donate an extra pair, may be show some empathy.

Don’t just sit at home watching helplessly,

May be one day we might be in need of their sympathy.

Scribbled lines....

These chains that wrap me,
tightening with every passing day.
These walls that are closing in,
suffocating me as they laugh.
The old memories that come back,
reminding me of those painful days.
Memories I can never forget,
and dare I not forgive.
Sometimes I think there is no future,
of this loser soul, of this frightened boy.
But losing is in my veins,
in my blood is raw desperation.

The Standoff....

The dust from the sandstorm hasn’t quite settled down,

and I find myself staring into a set of brown, steely eyes.

I wait for the nearby clock to chime, as mechanical as a clown,

as the widow of the previous battle’s loser cries.   

Sweat runs down my sunburned neck,

and my faded hat flutters in the gale.

There is no prize in this duel, least of all a cheque,

And nobody here goes to jail.

I flick open my gun holster, as the clock is about to reach nine,

and for assurance, slowly feel the hilt of my trusted old “Colt”.

Suddenly my senses kick into gear, now is the time to shine

my eyes narrows, and the local pub’s door creaks from its rusted bolt.

I hear the clock hands move one last time,

and notice my opponent’s hands move.

The clock was yet to let out its chime,

and I was totally out of the groove.

There was a loud bang of a gun.

and I realized it wasn’t mine.

I find myself falling down, my eyes locked on the sun

slowly feeling drowsy and sleepy, as if I had just drunk wine.

My eye lids start to slowly close,

my body gets completely froze

My “Colt” was still in my hand,

and there was my blood all over the sand.

Normandy (D-Day).........

Through the eyes that saw peace,

here he now stands, watching war.

He has awakened, the one who is called the beast,

bent upon erasing all of his scars.

With only a knife for a side arm,

and with only a rusting rifle for company,

the beast has joined the battlefield,

his only previous experience was in Germany.

Here he witnesses a cocktail of a different kind,

one of blood, salt water and sand.

Its the beaches of Normandy, that he has set out to conquer

and now he realises, there is no value of his cash in hand.

The screams of fellow soldiers have filled the air,

and the bullets from the MMG greet him on the beach,

abandoned rifles lie on the ground, with bullets to spare

telling tales of the heroes who are now out of reach.

Charred bodies, screaming inaudible tales lay on the ground,

as a soldier, paralysed by fear started counting his last moments.

Torn hands and legs decorated the beach, with its colour brown,
and now he is not really sure as to who really are his opponents.

But now there is no time to take in this scenery,
as he has to find a way to survive this dance of death.
He decides to run for cover, although its just a theory.
and run for cover he does, until he runs out of breath.

Once he finds cover, he now has no time to reflect.
He has to coax that beast within, and earn some self respect.
The bunker lies 20 metres above him, firing bullets at will.
He decides to try his arm, and throws a grenade inside it, intending to kill.

There were countless soldiers that day, most of them now dead.
And this was just a small account of one of them.
This was where the war was decided, it was D-Day,
it was the beaches of Normandy.


 

Your evil self.....

I , the devil, the chosen one,
the one about whom you were warned about,
the one who will drag you,
to the unspoken depths of your own soul.

I, the oppressor, the evil one,
the dark shadow over your life,
I will dig out your unspoken truths
and lay them bare to the world.

I, the tormentor, your enemy,
your worst nightmare,
you will never see me coming.
yet I will be watching you forever.

And when you want to rise to the skies,
just like the smoke from a cigarette
I will be there to drag you down to hell
just like the ashes of all your secrets.

Keep Dreaming.........

Dream, because in the end dreams make us who we are,
through high waves and mountains,
they are what keeps us going.
You never know which moment may be your last,
so dont create yourself a scar
keep dreaming, for even though they may not come true,
at least your river will still be flowing........

My life's trade....

You slowly drain this life away from me, like sipping blood through a straw
I underestimated you, as to how sharp your nails are, just like an animal's claw.
The pain is now bearable, now that I have taken refuge under the devil's shade,
but I will never be the same again, now that I have given my soul away for trade.