Touch Me Not

“I have a phobia that someone’s always there”
------ Iron Maiden (Fear of The Dark)

In my desperate search for freedom
In my futile search for loneliness
In an aborted attempt of escaping civilization
I always find you my guardian angel
O! Why don’t you just leave me…

Your presence triggers vengeful hatred
Bitter spleen… at being cuddled
Stop holding me…
Its time I walked alone
Please just go…

You never let me breathe
Give me back my space…
I always feel you there
Your stench makes me sick
Why don’t you let me live?

I am down on my knees
Let me sleep…
Loosen the noose of love
Give me a few precious moments of loneliness
Let me fall…Let pain bring me back to life.


Inspired by the artwork of Lois Cordelia(Picture of the same name as poem).An artist who never ceases to amaze me...another of her work which forced me to create something unworthy yet a token of my respect towards her genius. Please visit her site to see for yourself.http://loiscordelia.com/home.htm

Sleep

I did not want to wake up today morning…
Feeling suddenly rebellious…
Wanting to throw away the peace of known restlessness
The comfort of accustomed hurry…

Yet there was no time for such wishes…
A lot had to be done and
I was stuck in a life…
I wondered where was I free…

Time refused to acknowledge my presence…
Marching ahead as obstinate as ever…
Trampling me like many others before me…
Who dared assume it could dictate him

Yet I did not want to wake up today morning
I wanted to laze and feel like the master of my own fate
In the deliberate extra minutes in bed...
Or maybe...I never wanted to wake up...

Music

When music decides to flow
Crystallizing the momentous emotions
To honour those silent teardrops
To fill the empty pages of life…

Reverberating through the mindless void
Shattering frozen belief
Rejuvenating dead hope
To give meaning to the journey of the soul

Surrounding the very universe…
Hitting our very being…
Heightening our senses
To give solace to the wounded flesh

I bow in acknowledgement
As it encompasses and fills me
As it heralds winds of change
To make me aware that I am alive…

Hope You Understand

If you want…
I can be the storm
Powerful in its silence
Majestic in its magnificence

If you need
I can be the earth
Calm in its vastness
Fiery in its turbulence

Yet if you crave
I can’t come back
Even if you ask
I won’t turn back

If you look
I’ll always be there
If you feel
I will always love you

But I can’t hold you
If you fall
...I cannot breakdown
The unbreachable wall

Flight of The Phoenix

Tenderness of love unbound
The exhilarating essence
The wild rush of a stampede of thousand mustangs
The drunk silence of the night

They left me raped, wounded my soul
The smell of a tremulous rose assaults my senses
A curse besmeared the golden words
And I was left alone

The black wings of a dark angel
The towering inferno in the mansion of love
Reprimanded for numerous mistakes
Slighted for every moment spent

Life’s taken a new meaning
Should I look forward to an unknown flight…
The pain of the crash still blinds my vision
Yet, I wish…I could fly

Futile Wishes

The transparent glass is now opaque
It’s hard to see the road ahead
Swirling mists have encompassed me
I am trapped in an airtight bubble

I am suffocated, frustrated and angry
The memory of your kisses burn my flesh
The longing of the warmth of your body
Makes me numb

I wish I knew what to do
I wish I knew the way out
But above all…desperately
I wish I had you back

Mistakes have been too many to count
Beautiful moments too few to mention
Yet I wish…
I could turn back time

Colours On A Palette

Have you ever heard the story
Of the dried colours on a colourful palette
The story of promise broken
The story of falling from grace

I wish I could bring them alive…
To paint a butterfly’s dreams
To take flight on the rainbow highway
To give their shriveled lives a purpose

Do they ever wish…
To be part of someone’s masterpiece
To always bask in reflected glory…
What is their purpose

I wish there were odes written to them
Odes to life spent in being the wind beneath other’s wings
Forgotten and dried up…
Yet colourful in its anonymity…