Straight from the rugged poem book

Precipice

These days I see more gloom than light20100329_precipice
And in gloom I collect sarcastic awes and laughters
Seeing myself contained in a small closed box

Half- happy,half-demented, not a glimpse of the world outside

And in those times I also saw the conclusion of days
Mocking me like it’s an inch away
The thought, I must admit, was rather appealing

Nonetheless mysterious, intriguing

And as ridiculous as heaven itself

I do not fear the depth of my fall
But taking the plunge excites me
The ones I hold dear summon the wind to blow against my body
It’s no use –
I’m losing my balance

Tomorrow I shall wake up to the world that has deceived me
And spend countless more tomorrows pushing myself deliberately
Painlessly, eagerly

And quickly – for I am getting tired of this ray of light

3:44 pm

 

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Bedroom Life

I glanced behind me and saw no one there

It brought a shade of sadness to my eyes

And my steps became a little slower than normal

Leaving behind a trail of apparent grief for no one to follow

I listened carefully but no one was uttering a word

It brought a deep sigh of despair to my lungs

And my huffing and puffing grew a little faster than normal

Closing my eyes, I dreamed of voices that don’t exist

I woke up smiling but nobody saw my face

It brought a quiet thought into my mind

And my smile became a little fainter than usual

I grabbed a mirror and saw my life in front of me

I knew then that I was alive

Even though nobody was there to prove it

And my heart grew a little bigger than usual

I stood up and looked forward to a same old lonely day.

4:15 pm

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Day Off


I held out my hand far enough to feel the wind


Just in case I missed the chance


Trees are swinging by me so fast, unmindful


I can barely close my eyes


I felt a drop of water hit my palm


And I laughed right away


Coz I know everything will lose their colors tonight


But  here I am on top of the hill


In a long overdue vacation from life


Where I can actually hear the birds sing


And compare the shapes of leaves


Where the next day is far from near


And where today and yesterday seem to be one


Where nobody needs to dream anymore


5:06

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