I Forgot


I thought and I racked my brains

To remember why the date seemed familiar

I could not recall

And today, It clicked.

I cannot believe, I did not remember.

It struck as momentous and yet I could not place my finger on it

Slippery slope, this memory is

Eroding away, identities, relations, time.

My Ghost 


You are my ghost, you pass through me 

When you smile at me, I revolve around you 

Like moon is to earth 

I am to you, wisps of the wind 

Playing tricks, I see through you 

As you pass right through me for you are my ghost 

A friendly wisp of the wind, surrounding me. 

Hateful


Expressive eyes, hateful eyes

Of a child watching his mother being chastised, for reasons he doesn’t yet understand.

Curious eyes, hateful eyes

Of a long lost friend to jealousy, with a fake smile clapping mechanically

Weary eyes, hateful eyes

Of a person caught up in chains, as less deserving get ahead, watching in vain

Determined eyes, hateful eyes

Running away with heart filled with loathing, into the arms of solitude

Hateful eyes, concealing eyes

Reflecting hurt, invisible

Gathering storm, hence the silence

Waiting to unleash the love gone bad.

 

 

Its Ticking


Its time

Pack your bags, time to move on

This adventure has ended, so has the story

Its time to change the book, or flip another page?

A new chapter, is it?

Oh I wish it was another book.

A hard cover with a pretty front face, tempt me to open it

And start again.

For its time to lose what you gained

Leave behind things you don’t need, free people who want to be freed

Set your sails in line, the tide is coming in

And it is strong. It will carry you away from the coast

Then it will be just the sea, and I will play the old man?

Hemmingway would be proud, I will throw the line

And catch my fish.

Not a moment to lose, its time to forget the old, purple, bluish bruise

The clock is ticking and its the eleventh hour, the end is near

They say that time is an illusion but why is it that it’s the needles that I fear?

 

 

 

No More Eulogies


No more will I lament 

No regret. 

Gone are they, no traces left 

So many cries, I cried. So many tears shed. 

Screaming into the pillow, all those stories unsaid

Taken, no goodbyes 

No post cards to wait for 

Its been long, and longer still 

Your face is blurred today 

My memories weak 

I miss you every day, I do 

But now, no more eulogies for you.