In solitude....

It seems just like yesterday,
that they were laughing by my side,
but here i am, all alone,
under my own shadow i hide.....

They always stood beside me,
during my highs and my lows,
but now my eyes yearn for them,
as darker the night grows......

I thought they'd never leave,
and i'd never be alone,
loneliness, was one disease,
to which i thought i'd never be prone...

But the waters haven't calmed yet,
so i better just keep rowing,
as they say, when the going gets tough,
the tough always gets going.......

Flip side.....

Where there is good,
there has to be evil,
masked as an angel,
lurks around a devil....

If day has to come,
then night must fall,
even the sun itself,
an eclipse can stall....

In each of us reside,
a boy-wizard and a dark lord,
even the soul within,
wields a double-edged sword...

A snake may lay still,
in the most peaceful meadow,
a giant of a lighthouse,
casts an even bigger shadow....

Lost.....

With a frantic pace,
i looked all around,
just to find a cold quiet,
in which i was bound...

I tried to listen,
to fetch an old sound,
in the midst of my cries,
that voice had drowned...

It was lost forever,
it could not be found,
but the memory of it,
continues to hound...

Falling deeper...

How badly do i wish,
it had been a close call,
despite the valiant struggle,
i could not avoid the fall....

Down i went tumbling,
as gravity made a pull,
the end had seemed so near,
i thought my time was full....

What i found down there,
was just an empty space,
i thought i would be lost,
without the faintest trace...

May be night had fallen,
or it was just too dark,
i knew i would perish,
without leaving my mark...

While i stayed in the air,
the fall kept getting steeper,
it's neither funny nor's it fair,
that i'm still falling deeper...

The whereabouts...

My vision is blur yet again,
while i try to gain a sight,
i want to see where i stand,
to see if it's dark or bright....

Being lost in the maze of life,
it's my dreams that now i trust,
to find a way out is what i want,
before my soul bites the dust...

At the behest of my lonely heart,
i try to find the unknown,
i try again to find that spirit,
which years ago i had shown....

I want to know what lies ahead,
but there's no way to find out,
in the confines of the silence within,
like a frightened child i shout....

De la tombe...

That sweet old sound,
rings back in my ears,
that eerie feeling,
brings back those fears...

That forgotten voice,
now haunts my dreams,
in the still of the night,
i can hear the screams...

That familiar presence,
can now be felt,
though it's been an eternity,
since with it i had dealt...

That blurry face,
now looms large and clear,
there never was a beginning,
but yet the end is near....

That extinguished flame,
has risen yet again,
that devil has returned,
who had once been slain...

That lost memory,
which had ceased to last,
like the dead from the tomb,
comes walking back the past...

He said, She said....

He said, she always had,
meant the world to him,
She said, that she didn't care,
with a pretty face that was grim...

He said, he would get her the moon,
if that is what she really wanted,
She said, what a fool he was,
with a grin then him she taunted....

He said, he would change for her,
for her he would give his life,
She said, he could go to hell,
just adding to his pain and strife...

He said, he would love her to death,
as life would be nothing without her,
She said, it would make no difference,
though something made her heart stir.....

He said, he would say goodbye,
and leave never to return again,
She said, nothing at all,
it was now that she felt his pain...

He said, his love would never die,
and then he started to walk,
She said, as she ran up to him,
how dare this way he could talk....

He said, he was confused now,
and asked what she had to say,
She said, ever since she had known,
in his arms she had wanted to lay...

Till here...

Life seems to have lost,
its once good old lustre,
to face this fact,
the courage i shall muster....

What is left of it now,
is just a shallow shell,
the eyes that have seen the years,
have a story of their own to tell....

What is going to happen next,
is obviously not known,
all i know is that i shall reap,
what exactly i had sown....

All i can remember now,
are the old faces and their smiles,
but i know i'm still walking,
i still have to cover a few miles....

The minions...

Back to work they go,
after a darn long wait,
this marks the return,
of the minions of hate....

Back comes the hiding demon,
and now evil will cometh,
return to life's paradise,
the minions of death....

Back is the old craving,
love has licked the dust,
not the heart but the flesh,
search the minions of lust....

Back is the Old Nick,
to satisfy that need,
neither content nor peace,
want the minions of greed....

Back is the other voice,
showing its truism,
come wishing for pain,
the minions of sadism....