Behold

I hold these bits and pieces of affection,

The affection that I get from here and there...

I hold it close to my heart...

And recreate the memories and make them last longer than they are...

It’s the only strand that keeps me alive

Please don’t take it away from me...

It is in those memories that I live; the person you see is just a reflection...

The day the memories are gone, I shall cease to exist...

You are the soul witness, as all others have already buried my memories...

In these memories I crave for that love...

Is it too much to ask?

Is it really a lot or is it me who has fallen short.

End At Life

I walk into the long tunnel,

At the sight of light i turn back...

I crawl into a cave,

I see an opening, hope in me gone...

I jump into a pit,

Its depth disgusts me...

I lunge into the sea,

I shrug away the helping hand...

And there laying breathless in the sunset,

I sense my mistake..

I wanted an end,

So i go and hug life...

Musings....

Such are my various musings,

Totally out of place and state

But the monotony around me it makes me want to sleep

Sleep in the sorrow that yet another day will dawn with

nothing but the sack of monotony,

The sack of ever increasing size....

I want to shout out

but my brain is dead,

I just can manage to sigh...

My whisper is lost as would have been my cry

cause in the world beyond there is hardly any difference

between a shout, a cry, a sigh or a whisper.......

The start of it all....

Then comes the beginning, the start of it all,

to understand to cumulate, to judge,

Alas, the judgement, the new angle,

the eagle of doubt,

killing every fond memory,

shattering hope,

Hope not life

me and many, many and me,

what difference...

solace and comfort i say

but now rhythm is lost so am i ...

the vastness appears again

lost i am again

oh no, not a start again ...

no more beginnings please.....