The Meaning…
What is the meaning of life?
What is the meaning of love?
Where do I stand between my lust and your love?
What makes me your whore?
And what makes me my child’s saint?
Where have I gone wrong?
And what good deeds have I sought?
Where does my future lie?
And where my past has come to?
I am…
Tattered cheeks,
Disheveled hair
Lost eyes
And the lips that sigh
I am the girl to die for
Yet I carry a heart
That you threw away
You were…
You sighed
and I lost myself in sorrow
You smiled
and my world was embellished with colours
You screamed
and the ground beneath me trembled
You cried
and I drowned
You left
and I died
That feeling…
Where did I belong?
And where did you take me to?
Where am I to go now?
What shall be my next destination?
Why did you whisper again into my life?
And why did I listen?
Where do the angels build their nests?
What shall I call my home?
When shall we meet again?
When shall this life come to an end?
07-06-2006
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
On Wings of a Devil
For past one decade
We have thought about you
Only to come to no end
And continue on with pity for you
Yes you will marry the one
You are meant to marry
And fuck her
But only in the wake of tears
your past lovers have shed
Then you shall burry her
But only in the wake of laughter
That has no sound
Yes, I shall build myself a house
And carry your dead memories into it
I will be a lover and I will be a mother
But I will no longer be your whore
You fascinate me Asima,
To the point that sickens me
I have found my darlings
I have found my destinations
But only to ricochet back to the ones
That do not belong to me anymore
When did I say that I loved you,
and how many times did I say it?
Where was I when you needed me,
and where was my conscious
when you renounced your faith in me?
I may be a conqueror and I may be a martyr
For I have shed my blood on the sheets
That draped your naked body
Yet I remain unworthy of your soul
Tell me how one shall remain an angel
While levitating on wings of a devil?
19-04-06 to 30-05-06
We have thought about you
Only to come to no end
And continue on with pity for you
Yes you will marry the one
You are meant to marry
And fuck her
But only in the wake of tears
your past lovers have shed
Then you shall burry her
But only in the wake of laughter
That has no sound
Yes, I shall build myself a house
And carry your dead memories into it
I will be a lover and I will be a mother
But I will no longer be your whore
You fascinate me Asima,
To the point that sickens me
I have found my darlings
I have found my destinations
But only to ricochet back to the ones
That do not belong to me anymore
When did I say that I loved you,
and how many times did I say it?
Where was I when you needed me,
and where was my conscious
when you renounced your faith in me?
I may be a conqueror and I may be a martyr
For I have shed my blood on the sheets
That draped your naked body
Yet I remain unworthy of your soul
Tell me how one shall remain an angel
While levitating on wings of a devil?
19-04-06 to 30-05-06
Disturbed Minds
When I fail to see
the reasoning of my shortcomings,
all the questions
and all the answers
float where my mental mind cannot reach
so I pray kneeling against my God
in front of you,
when strings of my guitar have rusted away
and the birds have cut their wings
you lie like a dusted memory
that comes by once in a while
I will cry to my pretence
and wish you were here
In slow motion of our sexual fantasies
and in the days racing by
in the realm of reality
I wish for you and your untold lies
Perhaps we could fix everything now
and just like my paintings,
paint a life of mystery
that entails the names of our newborn
and a wooden house by the river
…and a perfect fantasy
in the realm of reality
Yes, it is perhaps now or never
I will open the doors
and let your unspoken words bid me farewell
Perhaps then I will realise the extent
of our disturb minds.
31.03.06
the reasoning of my shortcomings,
all the questions
and all the answers
float where my mental mind cannot reach
so I pray kneeling against my God
in front of you,
when strings of my guitar have rusted away
and the birds have cut their wings
you lie like a dusted memory
that comes by once in a while
I will cry to my pretence
and wish you were here
In slow motion of our sexual fantasies
and in the days racing by
in the realm of reality
I wish for you and your untold lies
Perhaps we could fix everything now
and just like my paintings,
paint a life of mystery
that entails the names of our newborn
and a wooden house by the river
…and a perfect fantasy
in the realm of reality
Yes, it is perhaps now or never
I will open the doors
and let your unspoken words bid me farewell
Perhaps then I will realise the extent
of our disturb minds.
31.03.06
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