Literature & Poetry
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Often my dreams are filled with you presence, My waking hours with you scent How often have I felt your presence near me? I do not know, it seems like every breath I breathe, Often I think of you like a feather in my life, Weightless, steadily falling, showing me the path Swaying in my
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My existence, subdued by chaos My hope and dreams by a waiting for tomorrow That never shows itself A tree gazes at me, I look on Water droplets on my face Hope they will wash away the illusive past, I stand there Thinking, Always thinking, that life is elsewhere My life, confounded by riddles My
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Tossing and turning, staring aloof Waking and yearning, looking for, the Woman in awe The journey of life I have been travelling too long, Have come thus far, all alone The burden of solitude is weighing me down Something I thus far had consigned to forgetfulness Often wondering whether I am destined to be condemned,
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The sound of flowing water I hear On a gloomy day, amidst a forlorn mood Incising my soul, neatly into half A glimpse I see of my deepest desires and hopes Not very pleasant thing I meet on my glance within The stench makes me hold my breath The maggots of sins nibbling at my
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Sitting on the window ledge, Watching the rain drop and fall, Listening to them tinkering upon the tin, Makes me reminisce My thoughts dissipating towards melancholy, As if, it was the saddest tune I have heard, A glimmer of hope awaiting my future A future which is in my past and of my present A
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Standing naked, on the wharf Sounds of silence, beckon my thought I wonder, at the wonder, of Where will the horizon finally meet? Droplets of water, on my face Sound of water against the rocks Fill my mind with serene thoughts, Of calm composure, near death bliss Retiringly I am walking on air, Some of
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When you think it has happened It feels sublime When you think you are in it The feelings so profound When you know it has happened The world seems like a lovely place Devoid of unhappiness and suffering When you know you are in it That becomes real, reality an illusion While it
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Straight in the eye Stops for a moment, then passes by The moment seems like eternity Lighting a violent spark of creativity Long since lost, in a state of ennui A burst of activity, by the heart is led A rush of blood to the head Time stands still, in an animated pose All
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Memories of a time gone by, Seem vivid as if it were, on celluloid Making me tremble with fear and joy Desolation sucks me deep within Into a vortex of darkness, Stopping, only to change directions My asphyxiated thoughts throttle at birth, Buried in wastelands, far away A graveyard of memories, commemorated by a lunatic
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Alone! All Alone Seeing life passing me by, With its moments of upheavals And the moments grounded in happiness In suspended animation Seems like an illusion, once past… Alone! All Alone Waiting for that perfect moment To be one with my being, To be one with the divine Waiting! Waiting! Waiting! Alone! All Alone Dreaming
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