Quill

Echos Of A War Cry

I echo your echoes,
And your cries,
You echo the echoes,
From a million stars,
And I shape my mind,
With burning eyes,
For echoes of echoes,
Are all I see,
And the echoes speak,
Of all misery,
For bad times,
Birth strong men,
Yet weak men,
Birth bad times,
What times are these?,
I ask myself,
Sewn mouths,
And lidded eyes,
Yet “peacefully”,
I shall hold myself,
For peace is struggle,
In disguise,
Peace is patient,
Muffled cries,
I hear the echoes,
Of times of war,
That births from these,
Mundane, peaceful times,
I choose my war,
Over this peace of yours,
For my war has fire,
That purifies,
Burn your rotten,
Selfish peace,
Or my war shall see,
Your sacrifice,
In times like these,
My gods have bled,
And in times like these,
Have tyrants died,
In times like these,
Are echoes spread,
The times like these,
Are your demise.

Poetry, Quill

I’m Happy

And patiently I write what I’ve held in my heart,
For in sadness, I tend to forget times like these,
When the air smells sweet, my arms beneath my chin,
I’m smiling in the winter morning breeze,
It’s hard to remember the times like these.

It should be cold under a few degrees,
But I’m warm for my heart saw you smile at me,
The fog from my breath floats away at dawn,
And the warm fuzzy hoodies that remind you of me,
I hope I remember the times like these.

I’m happy and sadness seems miles away,
The world itself hums a melodious tune,
I blush for the sweet life in front of me,
There’s order, yet a beautiful entropy,
I want to remember the times like these.

And whence comes dusk unexpectedly,
As I sulk away in my balcony,
Sadness caresses my face, calm and composed,
I’ll open this page and read it again,
To make sure, I remember the times like these.

Poetry, Quill

Crimson

In the embrace of silence,
There echoed a faint pestilence,
Lurking amongst the moonlit night,
With stars still shining high,
Ironic that it cometh in waves,
Yet never does it go away,
A graveyard graph it so began,
Yet the numbers piling either way,
Sadness sown, sadness shall reap,
Each breath it took,
Three followed close,
As a cycle that never stopped,
A knock on the door,
A thump on the floor,
And a heart that just won’t beat,
It cometh in waves,
When it goes away,
Crimson is all I can breathe,
Murder, IT’S MURDER,
You killed yourself,
And so sweetly you took my god away,
Ironic, such pestilence, it kills itself,
But births three anew in your brain.

Poetry, Quill

You Deserve A Smile.

Till when will darkness seep away,
Into fibres of the cotton on your wrist,
As the light you loved goes so far away,
That you beg to glimpse through the mist,
Worry not, broken heart, look up and see,
Just see, it’s your turn to smile today,
Even though the pain hasn’t fully died,
Just know, it’s your turn to smile today,
You’re here with me, I see you now,
Feel the warmth of my embrace,
Forget the fires that burned you down,
And watch those little ones smile and sway,
The alleys that whispered those rotten sighs,
Behold, how brightly they shine today,
No matter what you’ve always been to me,
I love you, and you deserve to smile today.

Poetry, Quill

We’ve Met Before…

I do believe we’ve met before…

In the middle of the street, I saw you walk,
We locked eyes for some time, then I drove away,
Your entire journey had brought you here,
To look at me as I held your gaze,
What tears you’ve cried, I’ll never know,
What made me smile, you’ll never see,
As night falls and our minds are flushed,
You cross my mind like a summer breeze,
We’ll never meet, in the lives we have left,
As we sit here thinking, in our lonely balconies,
In silence, we both gaze at the streets beneath,
Perils, of the same old broken heart,
In the same old city, we shall fall asleep,
Yet our worlds exist two lives apart,
Both alive, but never in our memories…

Poetry

Disenchanted Disgrace

What vigour remains,
In an ever motive world,
When metal mammoths,
Are reduced to cars,
And swing sets rust,
Under the sun,
When the enchanted eyes,
Of a curious child,
Are reduced to an adult’s,
Tired little gaze,
When birds flying by,
Aren’t magical,
What a useless,
Disenchanted disgrace.

Poetry

HUSKY

“My son, just 5,

Fell from his bike,

And started to scream,

One less pearly white.

I gathered him up,

In my arms and cooed,

There there, my child,

Tis’ but a small wound.

And it struck me, how soon,

He’d be strong, now 18,

And heartbroken,

He’d want to cry.

But they’ll call him weak,

Won’t let him whine,

Overtime, he’ll learn,

How to fake a smile.

So I tell him now,

What he’ll hear all his life,

As I keep on telling,

My inner child,

There there, its okay,

You’re a husky big strong boy,

And I hurt myself, 

When I say these words,

It’s okay, strong boys do not cry.”

Poetry, Quill

Crimson colossus

As if the sun hadn’t gleamed enough,
It shone off the face of ‘gratitude’,
Glorious was he, king of the seven seas,
Glorious bastard, the warlock of lies,
Glorious indeed, a long ashamed,
To look in his children’s eyes,
The beggar that sat beneath his statue,
Has had no shade enough to sleep,
All I see in the statue’s eyes,
Are fountains of crimson, running deep,
And its lips do bleed,
Blood soaks its feet,
Perhaps, a drop at a time,
Or all at once, I smile,
For the crimson colossus that I see,
Has its features crooked and vile,
The crimson colossus that I see,
To you is a marble paradise,
For I know behind his benign smile,
Is where the sinister demons lie.

Brevity

DEMONIC BLISS

Something controls my mind,
It knows my soul well,
It never lets me be truly alone,
It’s the breathing down my neck,
The devil on my shoulder,
And it’s taking me too close,
To my last breath.

Poetry, Quill

Shall You Reply?

A mere greeting that you sent me,
Had sent my heart racing,
I’d fallen for you a thousand times,
I’d fall a million more again,
But you’ve kept me as a friend,
I heard your cries, I took your pain,
And you hugged me tight, I remember,
But we drifted away, you and I,
Your face dominates my mind, be sure,
I’ve read our chats a million times,
I’ll wait for your reply again,
As I sulk all through the night,
I’ll pretend to be asleep again,
As my tears come rushing out…