Mind gremlins

Love those feeble creatures
having it all, real features
elating , distracting, focus
occurrence real or hocus-pocus
airborne to one locus
making life worthwhile
on a journey erstwhile
Words for miles and miles

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Experience

Blip, beep, silence
So short
Life

Memories

Time passes
people too
Memories
all I have
is you

Dhol (a drum)

Another experiment…see how this one goes 🙂

Hear this amazing
beat of the drum
Dum dum dum
Dum dum dum
Dadum Dadum
Dadum Dadum
Its frenzied pace
Its motion its race
Pumping heart
Thumping hum
Dum dum dum
Dum dum dum
Dadum dadum
Dadum dadum
Let’s dance
till will drop
Let’s dance
Never stop
Dum dum dum
Dum dum dum
Da dum da dum
Dadum dadum

Dum dum dum
Dum dum dum
Dadum dadum
Dadum dadum

I blame death for my disappearance

Waiting, wanting embrace, touch
Eyes at the never opening door
Movement has ceased, air is still
Blamed stare, ransacked store
with million days, a moment is a year,
incessant tears, eyes tired and sore
you wait, and wait and wait and wait
first love longing, then hate and hate
why taking so long, such pain to bear
heart keep calling, why don’t you hear

I hear it loud, I hear it clear
I reach, beseech for you my dear
simple inconvenience with señor Azrael
came out of nowhere caught my throat
a fight broke, a tiff of sort
he punched my soul, stopped my heart
now body in a morgue, soul aimless wander
heavens bound, he wants me to surrender
I will not leave! without seeing you
a hug, a kiss, a good bye too
my lifeless heart still beats for you
my love is pure, my love is true
I wish I would stop falling through
and open that door, look at thee
that smile, that face, those eyes I see
I long, belong to your one soul
your touch, redemption in the universe whole

Placement and pain

your coloured blanket
still lies at the same place
years have passed
unable to remove
you or your blanket
from its rightful place
heart of the room or
Soul of mine
still feel the warmth
of your blanket and you
Life is fickle, death is true
still, why it has to so cruel

Perception

Innocence remains
The face is the same
Beauty hasn’t faded
It’s your eyes
Your harsh reality lens
And what you sense
Vision is jaded