True lie.

To every askance silenced,

And to watch the dance of pretence

To match your will with deed

I saw, to fires what you did feed

And still games do play

Are these lives or dolls of clay?

While we watch and that alone

And clutch onto what’s gone

Why do shadows cry?

Why do dreams die?

And the truth nothing but a deceiving lie! 

Walls and hope!

There are limits on the desires for dreams,

Or are there?

Aren’t they just walls, to silence the screams,

To keep out wants, unfair?

It’s when one reaches the finality of what one wants,

That you grapple with the walls of can’ts

Or are they walls or just the boundaries we’ve drawn?

Don’t after the game, they go back to the same box, even the king and the pawn?

The walls show no mercy no love.

But when all one needs, don’t they…

Shoulder a cry, suppress the sigh, keep an unsigned vow?

And too, the questions out of the way

When one has nothing left to say?

Then there are walls, tough as lies,

When hurting your knuckles wouldn’t be wise

But devastate the wall that now stands grown

Just in the way fundamentally built down

Involve the logic, not the trick

You bring them down, brick by brick!

How exemplary can walls built be,

That is high so to keep a thicket turmoil free;

But also adequately short at rest

That allows the breeze, the sunset to nest!

As to building confining walls in the mind,

Let’s build no walls, but bridges that bind.

No wall be too high, to deep, to cold,

When destiny let play and hope to unfold.

Higher than walls are hope we along bring,

For, to hope is after all a very good thing!

They're yours and they're mine.

Heard of speaking silences?

They’ve spoken the tales, the scars

Waking dreams, I’ve smiled

At the lives inextricably intertwined

A roar of resonating mock of laughter,

I’ve laughed,

At a misty future or an unsure dream

For I’m not giving in,

I’m a believer, believer I will be…

I won’t protest, nor lament

Not for yesterdays lost in oblivion,

Not for the words unsaid…

Not for what could have been shall I grieve

For the moments too precious are lived by me, and only

I don’t part, I don’t share.

I don’t wish to define,

Because they’re yours and they’re mine!

Believe. Not!

Here where the ties die too fast

They say, only a fool believes, love will last

While destiny has a weird fashion

Everything withers, men and their passion

Here where dead dreams reign the kingdom

To bind love to last forever, well seldom

What worth is worth of a chained freedom?

Light at the tunnel's end to see

Arrested by hope one shall be!

Here where substance deeply slumber

Two names remain tied not too longer

Love's a fool's errand I wonder!

For happiness sought in wrong spaces to linger.

For all the things said and done,

Though all the hatred, the blood and bone

I look for a perennial bond of passion

In the quest of that uncommon fraction,

Is it a hunt for self-destruction to bend?

Or a voyage embarked for the immortal blend.

Be loved and to love

Perhaps the verdict of the stars above.

To do is your duty, high or low

The receipts shall or shan't follow.

Thus all that accounts

To nothing that counts,

So long as you love...

As long as you love...

No liar!

Of what remains,

I’d gather stones

Of what is left,

I’d build a home

Of all, that still stand by,

I’d bind a family

Out of the dying feelings,

In you, I’d try and find an ally

Of all my ink smeared pages,

I’d feed the hungry fire

Of your silences and sweet deceits,

My pen is not a liar!

Like that, life goes on!

I like this girl that she’s come to become

So full of hatred in her eyes,

Failure, she’ll never be.

For nothing is at stake to lose,

She thought.

Until, she was invited to see,

It wasn't all black and white after all.

Never is.

Love was never on her side

She never found it in her to lament

Stars, she never looks up above for anymore

Certain places, she wouldn’t dare traverse

Some stills, she prays she’ll never stumble upon

One face she will love, with no choice

One truth, she can never change

One wish, that’ll never come true

Questions that’ll stand unanswered

Silence, she won’t bring herself to terms with

But through days she breathes along

And that’s how life goes on!

Dark and Cold.

So,

When the sun has left you

To your plight,

In the darkness to dwell forth;

To some place,

To some part of the world,

He gives all his warmth.

Sometimes,

When you’ve given yourself away,

Into the darkness…

-Choiceless or out of free will

Even  the presence,

Of his warm bright light

Would do no difference.

It’s still a world without the sun-

Dark and Cold.