A call.....

There may be times,
When I’ll be a burden.
There will be times,
When I’ll fall weak.
But in these times,
You can be certain,
You just have to hear.
Just let me speak.

I know at times,
My words are harsh.
I know at times,
I can’t stop crying.
But I’ve been worse,
And I’ve been down.
It’s because of you,
That I’m trying.

I know you have work.
I know you have your own life.
And I know there are things more important,
Than for you to put-up with a strife.
Just know that I understand,
Even though I may not sound.
I only want to hear a friendly voice,
I just want to show you the wound.

The work can’t always wait, I know.
You can’t always be nursing my pain,
And that you have other people,
Rather than to hear me again.
But please be kind
When you say ‘no’.
I’ll wait for you silently,
Or I’ll just let go.

When I can’t find the words,
Please be patient with me.
When I can’t point out where it hurts,
Please wait long enough to see.
I know I ask for much more
Than I can ever give.
But you know that I tried,
And will as long as I live.

You know I tried to be there,
When you needed me the most.
I heard out and nodded,
Even when I was scared and lost.
I’m sorry I couldn’t understand.
But you know I did try.
Try to broaden my shoulder,
When you needed to cry.

It’s not a return,
That I ask.
Please don’t do it
If it’s an unwilling task.
I’m not a bad-friend,
That’s what I need to explain.
All the promises and trust
All the warmth wasn’t in vain.

For me when it was dark,
I searched for a light.
That’s when I found you,
An angelic sight.
I know you’re not mine.
The light can’t always stay.
That a dark night always follows,
Every glorious day.

But help me weep,
Don’t wipe every tear.
Just give me a hope,
That the next day is near.
Just turn back and smile,
Don’t slow your stride.
I’ll soon catch-up,
And walk by your side.

Phantoms In The Dark………..

The shadows whisper.

Someone breathes down my neck.

A ghost lurks in the dark.

Skeletons stir in the closet.

Something inside me has woken.

A voice speaks in my head.

Phantoms haunt my dreams.

They don’t leave when I’m awake.

They always walk beside me,

But leave no footprints in their wake.

They are angry, for the unfairness.

They are selfish, for survival.

Caressed by the devil,

And hunted by the angels.

Life as a punishment,

For the unforgivable crime

Of my existence.

Emotions out of control,

Temptations forgotten,

Wishes and fantasies lost,

Hopes long dead…..

Trapped!!!

A thought in his hand,
A million on his mind.
He knows peace is a treasure
Hard to find.
Hiding from the brute monotony
Of the yester, the day, and times later.
In company of his only friends,
His pen and paper.
Life’s so plagued by people, he thinks,
Even as he stands on a vast sea-shore
That there is as much freedom there,
As behind his closed door.

Nervous, bashful and newlywed,
She quietly followed her groom as he led.
Learning quickly to give and share.
Nurturing the home with her gentle care.
But why does the ‘home’ seem full of foes?
Why can’t anyone else feel her woes?
The house echoing with her screams,
Drowning her love and the broken dreams.
She asked for a handful of happiness
And nothing more.
Then why is her blood splattered,
On her closed door?

Falling from a cliff before the wings unfurled.
Shoved unceremoniously into an unkind world.
Exploited by its own kin
When their conscience slept.
The eyes now dry,
As the innocence wept.
Hurt and confused, sanity trembling,
On the edge of a knife.
Scared and bemused, briefly dreaming,
But again beaten back to life.
Living in a cage, a tiny soul tortured to the core
Too afraid to reach out and unlock the closed door.

A broken beauty, with a broken heart.
Whose life did end before its start.
Getting up every day, only to sleep.
Someone else every day, cutting her deep.
Waiting for the next one,
Putting her clothes and make.
Happy like a cartoon,
Smiling but fake.
Faster and faster the death-clock sped.
Again and again dying on the bed.
Stuck between walls of shame and hate.
Searching for sunshine, but the hour is late.
No one undressed the smile she wore.
None ever opened her closed door.

The gates of heaven,
Are red with blood and gore.
As around the globe,
Humans ask for more.
And we stand proudly
on hell’s shore.
Millions existing soundly
Like these four.
A poet, a bride, a child and a whore,
Suffering silently behind a closed door.

Freak....

Sitting alone
in company of myself
looking out the window
at total strangers.
A scared innocent freak
in an alien world.
Feeling so numb
find comfort in pain.
A proof that I’m alive,
merely raving insane.
Clutching my hair,
plucking at my eyes.
What the fuck is wrong?
nothing at all…..
the root of madness
is life itself.
once staring at the walls,
twice looking at the sky,
searching for answers
of questions unknown.
sitting,laying,standing
does anything change?
weeping,sleeping,dieing
will it make a difference?
searching blankness now…….
existing without emotion.
in perfect harmony now,
me and my isolation.

Burning Alive....

I’m walking alone on a lonely street,
In the cover of night.
My shadow has forsaken me,
There’s no one to stand beside.



The moon-light falls ahead of me,
But it draws away as I step near.
I shrink back into the shadows,
Afraid that it might just disappear.
It’s not darkness, but abandonment,
The last light leaving me, that I fear.



They’ve all left me alone,
There’s no one there to remember me.
I smirk at my own insignificance,
I laugh at my own unimportance,
It somehow sets me free.



I can live as I wish,
There’s no one to watch my every breath.
There’s no-one who would cry or care,
No one who would mourn my death.



My angry fears just wanted a friend,
One in whose heart, I would find some place.
A person who would be waiting to see me,
And not frown at the sight of my face.



As I walk, the street comes to an end,
But the end of my loneliness is not in sight.
I’ve to find love fast!
Or else I won’t make it through this night.



Is there anyone out there,
Who has love to spare for me?
Has anyone the heart to save a soul,
Has a remedy to make my broken heart whole?



I want to live……
Can u help me survive?
But then again……
…… kill me if you want,
Don’t burn me alive………..

Destiny's Rain

A familiar scent fills the air,
The world is full of a familiar sound.
I allow myself that rare smile,
I run outside, feet barely touching the ground.


Arms spread wide to embrace it,
For a moment I forget all the pain.
For it has returned, as it had promised,
The annual bliss, the year’s first rain.


I feel its tender touch
As I get drenched to the bone.
The angels cry for me,
They tell me I’m not alone.


A glorious scene unfolds
From the clouds, peeks a sun’s tiny ray.
Each drop is reassuring,
Every bead washes the agony away.


Sometimes Life moves so fast,
Centuries fit in one moment.
Or often it drags on along so slow
Like a second filled with many millennia’s torment.
I can rise, and shine like a phoenix,
From the ashes I can be reborn.
Put together the pieces of wreckage,
Stick together the life I’ve torn.
My war, it has continued far too long,
Peace should have its deserving turn,
But it won’t be that easy, nor as simple
Coz in its own flame, the phoenix shall burn.


And so the clouds darken,
The heavens are filled with gloom.
A cold hand grips my heart,
I suddenly long for that corner of my room.


The smell, the sound, the scene are gone.
My world it seems so tired and worn.
And all I feel and hear and see
Are the whispers of pale ghosts walking by me.


The rain-drops are not alone,
As they roll down my cheek.
I search the heavens above,
But no more in my ears the angels speak.


I hug myself in grim acceptance.
I live a life which I hate.
Storms rage when it rains in deserts
The perennial hiss, the undeniable fate.

The Angel......

The devil in disguise
Or maybe Godsend
But, she is what I have
My new best friend

She weakens my shell
She helps me to cry
She burns herself
But never asks me why?

As I draw her closer
My worries seem to cease
I close my eyes and relax
As she flows through me

I kiss her soft lips
I feel her warmth
The fire in body
Cools me down

Her kiss burns my lips
Her breath hurts my soul
But she does for a moment
Block the gaping hole

White like an angel
Heart, dark and dry
She helps me control
She gives me a high

But like all those
Who for me are dear and close
She exhausts herself
And burns to ashes
Like all my friends
She regrets being there,
and realises later….
That the flame on the wrong end of my cigarette
Is far greater….