My Sad Face

Who told you I was a song you could sing
With melancholic tones and melodramatic lines
Who to sorrow would much company bring
And musically enchant your sober whines

Who told you I was a book you could read
When what left of your joy had been deprived
One that would make your heart melt and bleed
And make your life seem less denied

Who told you I was  a poem of love
That you claimed you wrote and gave to her
To make yourself seem like some angel from above
Hiding on whole the person you were

And what made you think I was a blank page to write
Plain and white with ample space
That you scribbled and doodled with all your might
And left me with nothing but my sad face

When a Lost Happens

Imagine a moment
Inside of your head
So tiring and long
You feel unusually, dead.

He had such a moment
In the middle of the night
That caused him much fear
That shook him with fright.

What had, but, happened?
For him to feel this way
No words he could find
To be able to say.

Outside his home
He stood glued to the phone
Mobile on his ear
With a dull ringing tone

In the wee hours of the morning
Of April Fools' Day
This was no prank!
All he could do was pray.

She sounded so happy
Even with a hello
What a contrast to his mood!
How was she to know

He opened up the confession;
More a depression of some kind
The worry that haunted his soul
He told her what plagued his mind

She laughed, but in shock
Momentarily didn't believe
How it was possible
She could not conceive.

She backtracked the moments
With his help, of course
Filling the possibilities
Her mind less morose

The dead end was reached
Nothing more could be done
She told him he must wait
Until the morning sun

He pretended to play fair
The panic showing through
She would make him laugh
The only one he knew

Stories were told
And fools incidents were shared
While many intricacies
Of cricket were spared

Hours, they passed,
Inching to morn
Yet it was so close
That elusive dawn

"Let it be", were the words
That she calmly said
"Forget it for now
And just go to bed"

Reluctant, he agreed
and disconnected the phone
No sleep would come
He was chilled to the bone

All his hopes
and dreams were gone
There simply was no point
In carrying on.

His life was crushed
A crumbling fort
Ever since he knew
That he lost his passport.

Christmas Spirit

Christmas is one of those days
That comes every year
A few days before everyone says,
Once again, "Happy new year"

For all about, here and there
The city with light fills
And in the hearts everywhere
Christmas cheer thrills

The season's spirit, what it is:
a thank you time, and I've been good
Some music, some wine, a mistletoe kiss
A lit up tree , and some good food

And for some parties roar
Where dance them all joyous as ever
For others Christmas is a bore
They stay at home and think they're clever

But somewhere in this joyful, happy world
Somewhere oh-so-far away
Some in cold and hunger lie up curled
Not knowing what is Christmas day

Where is the Christmas joy and cheer?
Where has today this world us led?
When today, on Christmas, there falls a tear,
I know that Christmas spirit is dead.

The Song of Innocence

In cliched songs that they say are rhymes
Where birds fly over the rainbow high
Songs that have stood the test of times
Songs that no one ever asks "why?"
Words don't justify the concepts taught
Lies that glaze the lips of those who learn
Yet the truth never is sought
Never does the fire of curiousity burn
For at that age, the unusual innocence
Rules your senses, naive to be
And without this inability to see any sense
Childhood would just be your mystery.

The Circus

It is the ring in the centre,
The colors ragingly loud
With faces all around us
Unkown, making a crowd
The clowns the dance
With a mask of painted glee
To the tunes of others
Reminding me of humanity
Ribbons, streamers and trapezes fly
Across the empty room
Like a light tossed and stir-fried rainbow
That knows not it is in doom

The crowd, it laughs
With an intentional slip or fall
Or the magic of a unicyclist
Or a seal balancing a ball
All that remains is to wait and watch
The grand finale is yet to come
I walk in slowly taking it all
As the crowd goes silent, deafeningly numb
While the ringmaster lashes his whip

I will stand, I will roar
And no, I will not make a fuss
Because a lion that lives in captivity
To survive, depends on the circus.

I thought I loved, too

In the depths of this thought that I bask in right now
Lie the ends of morality where I seem to falter
I tell you, that in the thought it is you that I love
And all I hear is the noise of ancient laughter.

This thought it floats at the top of my head
Ever expanding , ever consuming;
Bursting at the seams from a heart that never bled
The life of me, completely overtaking.

All I wanted was a simple favour from the thought
Easily fulfilled. I don't see why it was so hard!
For it to stay in one small corner of my heart
And not turn me into some love-sickened bard.

And now, the thought, my wishes it did break
It leaves me exposed; my heart cut right through
I'm apathetic, I have nothing left to stake
When I confess, that I love nothing but you.

Russet Embers

I try to think of words to say,
Try to think, of thoughts to pen.
In the silence of the after-day
In the safety of my so-called den.

To feel the feelings inside me
I curl up tight within myself,
To escape the truth of reality
I hold away from all the help

The snake, it bit my shallow skin
Injecting the poison of hurt inside,
It spreads so rapidly, deep within
Spreads like a fire, burning my pride.

Burning all the emotion so deep
The ashes overtake the caves
They're hot and grey, still, in my sleep
Forming new, unknown, volcanic graves.

I see the world; from turning it stops
I see the wind freeze in its course
An autumn leaf- a mid-air corpse
Time it slows, the mind, it bores.

Now as the ink flows through the feather
And colors the processed trees
I can't help but wonder whether
Scores and scratches are all that one sees

The words are missing, the mind is blank
The room is a silence, to nature torn
Yet, noises prevail, machines to thank
The thought process, now overgrown.

Overtones of Love

The sun is setting, behind our backs
We sit and watch the darker sides
The sky above a deeper blue
Fading into the orange tides

We sit upon the sandy earth
The grains trespassing our toes
Our hands interlocked, faces together
How many hours have gone, who knows.

The wind is chilly, icy even
Yet neither of us can feel the cold
For greater is our eternal warmth
That envelopes us in its fold

At a distance, the ocean sings songs
Crashing waves, the beats provide
Synchronising with us all around
Unwillingly our hearts abide

And in the middle of this magical world
We lock ourselves in our little bubble
We're being oblivious to the outside
Unaware, that there might be trouble

We're lost forever in each other's eyes
Lost completely in time and space
Caught in this magical web of love
Feeling comfortable in this slowed-down pace

You hold my hand, and kiss it gentle
I return the kiss, upon your cheek
It is wonderful feeling , this love
Sometimes bold, sometimes meek.

The sun has set, it is darkness now
I close my eyes, for what may like forever seem
I take it all in, and as I open my eyes
I wake up, and it is all just a dream.