Slip Away into the Night

Sometimes morning is not just about waking up
It’s an ordeal, it’s a nightmare.

Just like the one,  where you wake up and find yourself
In the middle of an ocean.
Fighting for each breath, you give out SOS, but its all in vain.

There is no savior, you are on your own
There is this voice that resonates in your head
But to let it out, you are too scared.

You don’t want to be called crazy,
There is already enough name tags you hold.

All you want to do is slip away in to the night.

You don’t understand, why do you have to get up.
Sun tries hard to pull you out of the bed
But you don’t want to get up when your brain is dead.

You stare outside the window for hours and hours
And see these people passing by:  some strangers some known.

You try to figure out, if they feel the same
Or this “dead-brain” is only your thing to claim.

And you sit with your knees touching your heart
Tucked in bed sheet, feeling invisible to time
You wait patiently, for each hour to pass.
And time mocks you on your face.
Take its sweet time, travels in its own pace.

Banyan Tree

banyan tree

Walking slowly in the woods

Crawling my way through my mind

I saw a light at the end

They were your shiny eyes.

When nothing was left  In me

To move my body around and carry my burdened mind

I laid my body down, Under the banyan tree.

You came around and sang to me, your sweet lullaby.

The sun gleaming through, the curtains of your hair

You looked like an elves princess

Adorned in gold and twinkling eyes

The aura around, the halo so round

I felt tranquil in your warm hands

And slept for a while like I never slept before.

Ghost in Necropolis

Where have you gone
I have longed so long for your embrace.
It has been a while, we haven’t met
either day or night.
Now, I am wide awake
and it’s been seven days

I long for your touch – invisible and silent
that I never felt a thing,
every single time you decided
to slowly, secretly enter my mind
and numb my eyes, just like gravity.

I long for those windows you opened for me
every night without fail,
to a land of mystery, fantasy
ecstasy and audacity.
Sometimes I am an actor in it
and sometimes I am a mere spectator.

I don’t know why you have abandoned me
my eyes are swollen with gory river streams
flowing in them incessantly,
running like roots of a banyan tree
unfurled in all directions, adorned with blood.

Come back soon, as soon as you can
I am a ghost, living in life
like a dead in necropolis.

My SleepSong

On this starry carpet, flying across galaxy far away

Shiny little objects, all over I see

PHOENIX rising high, to angels flying 

sweet, gentle memories of million lullaby

 

An uncanny silence all over, no land under my feet

heart lays shut, in dreams when we meet

 

Haunting sweet melodies, echoes this space

in which I hope forever we sail

 

All the promises I see in front of my eyes

that we made flying across the sky

 

This is my sleep song

Incomplete,heavenly and pure but unsung

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