Lifeless

In this moment in time,
When the walls are razed,
Theres too much to ask,
Too many miles ahead
Of a distant dream that
Seems like a fairytale.

My shadow lies beneath my feet,
Firmly planted, safe and neat,
While I roam blinded
By the light of the morning sky.

Pain is welcome but memories are not,
All the stupidness that time has brought,
Is finally, I'm afraid, catching up with me.

Shadow lines

These paths lead to nowhere,
Lost and winding away from me;
Eyes that see the truth in your laughter
A face that hides the lies you speak.

Have hope that one fine morning
Your world will be one again,
Till then keep flowing in the torrent
Of humanity gone insane.

My promises resemble me,
Like voices from some distant shore;
Incorehent mix of noises,
Lost and longing to hear some more.

A lesson learnt in time

Laughter, a sound in my head that tells me all is well
To go on in pain, knowing that tomorrow awaits my footsteps
Chasing dreams in a freefall, trying to breathe in a sand storm
What would it be like without this struggle?
If all was easy, would it be worth living at all?

Nothingness

Alone at last, the wilderness of life

Hanging over a graying brain

And musing over what needs to be done.

Living by the clock, like clockwork

Moves my day, or is it that

I am moving as time stands still.

The essence of a person,

The symbolism of language,

All add to the ever increasing list of meaningless anecdotes.

Cocooned inside my protected self,

I sit and draw images that only

A pseudo-imaginative mind can conjure.

I have gone too far within myself

To be really able to see where I am headed

Or how how far I have deviated from my course.

Tomorrow is always there,

Yet tomorrow shall one day bring

An end to all this futile dreaming.

To be ready then, at that juncture of life,

When fate is decided and paths are drawn,

When dreams are relived with all the zest of childhood.

Feeling lost

The absurdity of the lethargy I feel is weird. It is as if I am just going on with the flow. Going on without any sense of direction or purpose, so many things that I would have loved to do, so many things that I could have done, so much that I could have achieved.

It is as if I have nothing more to say....nothing more to see, nor to hear, nor to feel.