Wanderers…

Swinging together from side to side,

Waiting for something in vain,

In a little hope to slide,

Down the road with no pain,

Standing on the edge every night,

Nothing comes to the mind,

Death just a few inches away,

Still nothing there to bind,

Each day is exactly the same,

Each one reminds of the next,

Not a single thing to set that apart,

Just like a horse attached to its cart,

Wandering around the endless roads,

In a small place thought to be heaven,

Each night gets away like this,

Each morning is set to be like this,

No more thinking and doing,

Just following our ancestors path,

It’s hard but I still believe,

In the change of these aimless hearts…

 “This one is for some people I personally know…Don’t worry guys, all will be well…”

Always travelling

Whenever I took the path unknown,

It lead me to lots of unexpected things,

Sometimes there’s company, most of the times alone,

It took me a step ahead on its wings,

Flying all the way and through,

My heart knew it was true,

My mind told me to wait,

Why are you so afraid?

Just take the road and follow the leaves,

That once loved the lush green trees,

Now they lead to the pit of dark,

Not aware of the light behind that arc,

Though the spirit turns me down,

Though the heart sinks and frown,

I know it’ll turn around someday,

Still believe it’s worth the wait…

The Buried Life

But often, in the world’s most crowded streets,

But often, in the din of strife,

There rises an unspeakable desire,

After the knowledge of our Buried Life…

-Matthew Arnold, “The Buried Life”,

1852

Echo

Your words were true,

To your heart and your ego,

Stuck in my head forever,

Hard to let go,

For each broken promise,

You forced me to give more,

I lost my heart out,

But you never got sore,

It didn’t matter then but it does now,

All this time I try to show you how,

But you never turned back and saw,

In spite of my scars my heart was raw,

You left me there leaving me to die,

With no options but to wait and cry,

But I ain’t going to live to blame,

One day I’ll show you my rising flames,

Between these broken promises and ego,

I’ll make you lost in my echo,

Of past times, when you let go,

You’ll make up for what you’ve done so,

Turn back now, and lie down,

Get your knees to the same old level,

So I can, make you feel,

What I was up for…

You held my foundations,

With the strings of a tight rope,

Never you let me go away from your pain,

Extracted me from every bit of hope,

You make me lie down,

And make me see the sky with no stars,

Just darkness blanketing the mind,

No escape from your happy hours,

You don’t know what it feels down there,

Images of yours everywhere,

Trying to push aside those memories,

But they all mix up in your theories,

Never knew it would be like this,

Just you, only you and no his,

But I ain’t going to live to blame,

One day I’ll show you my rising flames,

Between these broken promises and ego,

I’ll make you lost in my echo,

Of past times, when you let go,

You’ll make up for what you’ve done so,

Turn back now, and lie down,

Get your knees to the same old level,

So I can, make you feel,

What I was up for…