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I AM DANCING ON MY OWN

Sunset won’t dance with me either

Whispers spin my head around

And around until I feel dizzy

Do you know how many times I’ve fallen onto the ground?

Yet you don’t care to make it any easy.

The rhythm is surging within like a swelling wave

My brown oxfords gently tapping on the blackened wood

But you only give back a feeble wave

And hide your heart under the haunting hood.

I…

THIS IS NOT LOVE ANYMORE

This is not love anymore

One foot in one foot out

Could actually ring like a terrible band’s sophomore

Exhaustion making me look like a weak boxer emerging from a lost bout.

This is not love anymore

But then, her love is too pure

Something of an enchantment of the times yore

Luring me to wander in this lush moor.

This is not love anymore

I don’t want to go but I just…

I am Clutching at Straws

When I peek through the mist,

Figures conjure up in the shadows.

Avoiding the intensity of my passion;

Failing to see through the frozen smoke

Or notice the overwhelming weight I bear in my heart.

And so I try again and again and again.

And then again.

But it all goes Dooh! Silence Dooh!

The eternal ring echoing across my brain deep into the night,

While my heart goes…

I AM BREAKING UP WITH YOU THIS VALENTINES

IThis fire is melting down whatever you have for me

But I don’t want to risk letting these coals plunge into a salty sea

And so I will forego the hushed plea

Or else there’ll be no ember to rekindle the passion in me

So, fly away towards the sun now honeybee

Perhaps you will catch the heat atop Eiffel tower in Paris

And descend humming Fire On Fire

Saving me from this…

I AM BREATHING FIRE

I am breathing fire

The heat rising up from within as if trapped in ire

Vapor dripping from my nose

Like drops of water from a leaking hose

I could look it up but my sight will drag on

Reminding me that I am yet to transform into a deadly dragon.

#thewordbrewer

SO GENTLE A THROB

The bees keep buzzing from right under my earlobe,

And i have to bear it turning my heart around like a knob,

As we spin along, trapped up in a blur of speed, with the globe,

But never before have i ever endured so gentle a throb.

#thewordbrewer

WHEN MY HEART ACHES

When my heart aches

and my head tortures me with memories of you

I savor the pain

Knowing that I dared to love genuinely.

#THEWORDBREWER

I AM A STEAMING CUP

AND NO MATTER HOW WARM I FEEL BETWEEN YOUR FINGERS

I BOIL UP FROM A DEEP PLACE OF FROZEN SELF

AND YOU SAVOR THE TASTE OF THE RESULT

OBLIVIOUS OF THE STRUGGLES WITHIN.

I KNOW YOU FANCY THE AROMA IN MY VAPOR

AND THE TORMENT OF FORMS IT IMPRINTS IN YOUR HEAD

FOR YOU WILL HAVE SOMETHING TO MULL OVER WHILE YOU LAY IN BED

STILL TOO BLIND TO REACH OUT TO ME

AND LISTEN TO THESE WORDS…

A VERSE THAT LINGERS

We seize the moment and try to freeze it down

But rage engulfs us like an evil gown

That turns our faces a shade darker than the night of a brewing storm.

As for me it becomes stuck in my head like a worm

Boring, snoring, turning into an endless ring.

And I endure the sting

As if it will save me from invisibility

Or these tortures thoughts of creative inability

For I won’t write with blood…

GIVE ME BACK MY BREATH

Give me back my breath

Because i want to live again

Untangle my feet from all these knots of death

For i want to walk out of this pain

Bring me back to the top of my castle

I do not like the view through this foggy pane

Feed me words that nourish my diminishing creative muscle

Because i can feel my energy wane

And when i wade through the dark

You will hear my words reverberate through the woods…

FRAGMENTS OF A BROKEN HEART

I might pretend

That I have moved on

That I am alright

That there’s still some love left in me

That yours was no true love.

But while I stray deep into an abyss of pretense

My footprints sink deep into the black snow

So it may lead me back to you.

I listen to the sound of my heart crack

In spasms like isolated thunderbolts

Each time I stumble on those love melodies

That injected beauty into our…

The mist gathers in milky clusters

And engulfs the mountains.

The rocks recede beneath the swirling smoke.

The trees stunned by the gentle breeze

Merge with the white of the mist and become one.

The sky descends like glory is assumed to come

And the clouds behold this like a reflection of their own selves

The onlooker listens to the crack of disappointment within

For there’s no more summit to…

Just before the dying of dawn

Tranquil songs of beguiling birds will imbue the air

And the rise of the soulful sun will paint the eastern sky orange.

The beads of dew on grass will forget to roll down the blades

Thus their fractured glitter will leave a sour taste in your mouth

Almost reflecting back the splendour of the mourning morning

While the air, hazy and almost tangible, will massage your…

The race is tight

The sacrifice a distant dream

The joy a short lived achievement

The success a crystal of Painite

The comfort zone a painful reality

Throwing the world in dire need for a dose of depression

Just to awaken lying lions

To chase away the lingering slumber

To sharpen blunting brains

To cast a shadow of darkness over the elusive target

And throw the throngs into strive.

So I will…

My heart swells in waves like an ocean in rage

And as I wait for the blood to drop I lay bare the white page

Only this way will I be able to open the cage

Walk down the beaten path in hot pursuit of the sage

Who might impart in me words that will let me make the pledge

And cross the road towards the next stage.

  My heart swells in waves like an ocean in rage

When I envision the love getting…

The soft hum of the funeral song breaks you into a thousand pieces. The wails from Aunt Monica propel you into a trance. It scatters the pieces like wind does dust. And you bow into silent sobs. Mucus flow. Soft shrieks of a wounded mother. Pain.

Through the thin film, you stare at the little coffins. Shimmering wood reflecting back your loss. You think of the people inside them. Peaceful in…

I am burning out

I am getting too weary

And this love is becoming more of a burden

That is pressing me down.

I am burning out

And these voices won’t mute

They speak incessantly

In a hushed tone

They say ‘let go’

But I don’t know how.

I am burning out

My heart is a soaked sponge

My chest is thick with lodged emotion

My bosom is a Jerry can with water half its capacity

And my head a crowded room…