Mask

It is another step,
Another step in a dull march
Towards that endless slumber.
It is another chapter,
Another chapter in the book
Of a journey wise men call life.

It feels like just another day
Another day in the series of
Days that I will go through,
Merely existing, carrying vivid
Dreams and untold stories
Buried somewhere deep in
My heart, as if it were a cemetery.

They call for pomp and show,
They demand merry making and celebrations grand; little do they know,
I die bit by bit inside
As I hear the clock ticking
The knell ringing a bit louder
In my ears now.

I recall that glee of childhood,
That gaiety of adolescence,
When I lived as if all of life
Were a carnival, magical and fascinating.
Now I dust off a mask, from that
Long lost celebration and lo!
A girl:lovely and bright eyed, springs back to life asking me
Again and again, “Hide from the world however much you want,
But tell me, how long you think
You can hide from yourself?”

Bliss

Between the light and the dark,

You dwell in my soul

As if you were a shadow.

Between the Blacks and The Whites,

You seep into my life

As if you were a grey shadow.

Between the Dusk and the Dawn,

You hide somewhere in my being

As if you were a grey shadow,

haunting all my twilights,

dragging me down the

dusty, old alleys of memories

that I try to keep at bay.

You, you whisper to me

of things I long to forget.

Alas, I want to be the child

that shuts her eyes against

this cruel, dark world and you,

You nag at me relentlessly,

I hear you shouting, shouting

at me, like my mother would;

Yet they call you just the little voice

inside everyone’s head.

You little voice, you don’t

understand; a wise man once told me,

Ignorance is Bliss; it is that Bliss

That I crave for; the bliss in which I

want to drown and never return;

but you, you little voice haul me back,

back into reality,

back into Consciousness.

Spell

As if they were oceans,

swirling, churning, deep, dark

oceans of delicious molten chocolate,

those eyes of yours,

they tempted me to wander and lose myself.

Those eyes, they wove some strange spell.

 

As if it were the first ray of the day,

lighting up the world, painting that bleak

grey sky into colors of dawn,

that smile of yours,

it beckoned me to shake off leftovers of nightmares.

That smile, it wove some strange spell.

 

As if you were some white knight

from a long lost lore,

making sad children smile and

nursing injured puppies

that heart of gold, that resplendent heart of yours,

it enchanted me to fall, fall for you.

That heart, it cast some strange spell.

 

 

Antidote

Come to me like waves
crashing upon the shore,
Come to me with fire in your breath
And rain upon your lips
Come, I beseech you, for I
Am no better than the parched earth beneath my feet.

Fly, fly to me, borrow time’s
chariot if you must.
Fly, fly to me with thunder in your wings and stars in your eyes
Fly, fly to me, I plead to you,
For my life is darker than
the black, moonless night.

Hurry, hurry, hurry before I crumble
Hurry, hurry, hurry before this nothingness claims my soul
Hurry, hurry, hurry for now can’t be soon enough; hurry hurry
hurry because you promised,
a drop of love, just one tiny drop
of true love will be antidote enough.