Mostly Poetry and other musings

Stagnant Statues

The feeling of our virtues or vice

We always get biten by these mice

 

No one to bow to, no one to thank

Not a one to love neither to bank

 

Life of ours is pretty lonely

On the look out to be the only

 

Stream of colorful paths all around

Yet we do not move not knowing where to  we are bound

 

We do not lean on, we do not cry

Emotion is not something we abide

 

For we are the statues on an aisle

Watching the world get married every while

 

We have been called many but are known as writers

Most of the time we see u, but half the time its just us

Silence

Silent raindrops, silent brain
Silence, u devil owned wilful bane

Neither love nor a piece of hatred
Nothing lives when u r at red

Today? tomorrow? Do u die, ever?
With a vengeance, u r a rotting fever

Filling the depths, u lay ur dredd
Corcking the words, feels and even bread

A thousand shrieks of remorse follow ur wake
Eating whats left of this soul, in this burning lake

From me, oh silence, u turn away
Am searching the life i lost in ur bay

Pride in loneliness

There will be times where talk, none will
and the pride thats on you, binds you still

My hand doesnt wanna hold the lifelessness and do the deed,
coz between my ears its joy and lonliness never letting me heed

Oh friends they are and buds they will be
Sometimes but not when u need, like storm which is onto a tree

screams in my head but i am lucid on the outside
If only u can turn from your life, to see me by the side

there is so much i wanna say for my love and bout
But this fat stomach digests all the words never letting them out

as tears rolled through the void inside came an echo
That they’ll come, they’ll listen and they’ll know. Oh! They’ll know.