Thursday, December 9, 2010


I've waited enough for the winter of your eyes
to cajole me into a white slumber
that would not melt away
you know I've waited,and abated
the urge to spiral
downward into the whirlwind of your toxic promises
I've let the moments slip through my fingers
dissolve in the rain and trickle down
the alleys of those winter eyes
in which I am forever lost
so that they freeze for eternity
drop by drop,
till they form a curtain of snow
to cover the trees of those promises
so that i am blinded by the snow
and not see that the trees had shed
all the leaves of hope
long ago
when your eyes first met me

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

walk with me

sweet child of the forest
angel of the night
walk with me
on streets of diabolical dreams
forget all the promises
the vulgar melodrama

when the stage is empty
and the curtains are down
we will pick up the broken violin
and weave our incandescent future
out of a forgotten tune

Saturday, November 27, 2010


listen to the chants of mirrors
ere the drop of blood shatters it
blood that bites the edge of the glass
blood that cuts the edge of a shard
blood that flows through the veins of desire
blood that flares up in your fire
blood that wets your dreams at night
blood that shivers on the glean of a knife
blood that bleeds your eyes at dawn
blood that splashes your soul at dusk
blood that you sip when you're making love
blood that you scratch lost in mire
blood that you scar ripping the skin
blood that dissolves the fire of desire
blood that trickles down your lonely walls
blood that you smell sitting in your lonely hall
blood that streaks across the skies
blood that clouds the moon with red
blood that glints in the eye of the bride
blood that shimmers when you are half past dead
blood that tries to warm the heart
the old, cold heart, bereft
of warmth since the ages of Thoth
blood that stains the winter's snow
trail of blood that follows you home

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Unborn letter

All the unwritten letters in my head
Leave my heart cold.
Wish i could make a bonfire out of them;
Maybe that will give some warmth.

I don't know why I don't write them.
Maybe because I fear;
Fear that you will not care
To read between the lines.

Or maybe i fear;
Fear that you are too busy
To savour a little bit of idleness.

What good will it be?
It won't give you usefulness,
nor function, nor fruition.

But i still hope
That oneday i will write them.

I still hope;
Hope like an incessant stream,
Almost trickling,
But never quite drying out.

I still hope that maybe,
Against the current,
It will just somhow manage
To reach the void in your heart;
Which, i hope, is still there.

That maybe you will still
Allow a teardrop of tenderness
To fall from the page
Onto your soul.

Friday, April 30, 2010


Let us be madmen,
Because sanity sells its flesh on the streets.

Let us be mad,
Because reason usurps even the last morsel
From the orphans' mouth,
To drape its gilded palaces
With the glitter of inanimate metals.

Let us be mad
And talk to the walls at night,
Because the ears of sanity,
Hear only the jingle of coins
And the applause of the herd.

Let us be mad
And ravage through the sands of time
To discover a forgotten tune,
Because reason will only throw the sand
Into the eyes of those
Who dare to peep into its soul.

Let us be mad,
But let us not forget to pin our hopes
Onto the walls of tomorrow,
As reason will only use the pins
To puncture those hearts
That still beat,
That still bleed.


Flakes of evening grey
Float into my dusty room
And, for a shallow while
Make it their home.
Till the emaciated sun
Breathes its last,
Having found peace,
At last.

And for this lonely while
Nothing suffices,
Not words,
Nor music,
Nor images.
Only me
And, this surreal dusk
Sit lonely,
For a while.

Seeing You

Seeing you, I see,
What Adam beheld,
In Eve.
The placidity of a lake,
The turmoil of seven seas.
Now I wait,
On the shores of eternity,
As waves from you,
Wash over me.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Mary Jane

Long have you been my muse
But its time to depart
And return to the path.

You led me
To every unfurling of sorrow's joy.
Mystic, like a mythic boat,
Luminous divinity in every vein,
The searing seer, tearing through life.

You filled the abyss with your void,
You built my dreams, gave me voice.
But there was a price to pay
The smirk was too graceful to realise.

The lithe in every music's lilt,
The cosmos in a morning dew.
Enigma in every particle,
Eternity in an ephemeral flash.

Alternating between realities,
Mind awakening in deep sleep.
Senses not making sense,
Cocoon exploding, consuming itself.

A grain of sand fulfilling every need,
Every breath, every goal, all my soul.
Like a misty lover you embraced,
Hovering space in every while,
Crumbling time, no reason, only rhyme.

Between the pages of dawn and dusk
You led my mind's exodus.
As high as the fall was deep,
No shame or guilt in new territory.
Pride against humility in every strife,
While the world was left naked behind.

Alone again, my sweet Mary Jane.
But I am scared no more nor afraid of the game.
You taught me to watch, not to run,
But also asunder you sent my mind.
It took a while to collect the pieces,
My life I renew, goodbye my friend.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010


The preconceived dawn arrives,
Shredding hopes,
Slicing dreams.
Resplendant under the visage of avarice.

Beauty is left flickering
In the eye of a brooding leopard.
Dawn has gone blind,
Just salivates for the lie.

The mind is dry as bones,
Doesn't even look for a cure.
Cobwebs of the soul
Have million holes.

The earth, it wants to leave,
Wanton whoring, capricious greed.
Even the shadow of the moon
Is better than this.

Agony hates itself,
Too proud to call for help.
Trees are felled
For books that aren't read.

Nothing is ever enough.
Hearts don't skip a beat,
When violins lose their strings
And birds no longer sing.

Daily dose of sleep
And a pill to digest sin.
Neon sky sheds it light, and
Embraces the void with a smile.

Bad hearts devour mad hearts.