Vengeance

Pain can do
What love can't.

Change a heart..
Corrupt a mind...
Bleed out a soul...

Hate can motivate
What contentment can't.

Thrive through nights..
Power through strorms...
Swim across oceans...

Anger can do
What bliss can't.

Crash them records..
Break out through clutter...
Singe them all...

All that pain. All that hatred. All that anger.
Trust its thrust more than you know..
Control it better than you did yesterday...

For vengeance can do
What you won't.

Red Skies

Cloudy skies plunged in pink
The dangerous, impish smile of Thunder

The conniving wind
Upturning an umbrella too many

The flirtatious little breeze
and the coquettish rain

Hurt of hail and swirl of the storm
In the land of turbulence

Lost in a vastness
of its incredible beyond

Did you see how red the sky is?
As if hurt, as if hurtful still

Stung by a lover's word
Hung over some stomped red

Uncouth smell and loutish semblance
Hide my Love, for the sky weeps..

Judgement

Spare me your misogyny
Spare me your worship
Of a misplaced sense of loyalty

Crumble in my absence
Shatter behind my back
Agonise, writhe
Without the magic of my skills

Burn your mislaid pride
Shake off that ego
Embrace your lacunae

Cast away
That socratic mask
And accept judgement,
One that you deserve

Wild Ones

There are spells of whirlwind distractions

As trophies of the semi ordinary lure me

The winds change constantly

And these Wild Ones want to fly away

I ride a wave sometimes

And at times I drown

There's water in my lungs and

Tears in my eyes

And these Wild Ones want to dissolve away

On rare occasions I stumble upon

What I think is the love of my life

I build castles and palaces in air

And these Wild Ones want to settle in those

I tussle at home and fail some more

Hurt hundreds and struggle to redeem

I boil in sufferance of the torment I inflict

And these Wild Ones want to mellow down

It gets harder still

When the skies break apart

And oceans dry up

And these Wild Ones might atrophy to zilch

It's a tough job, isn't it?

Making these Wild Ones,

Holding them, Growing them

Nurturing them, Fighting for them

And guarding these Wild Ones from falling apart

I got this job. And you got it too.

And if our paths cross, we must step back..

For sake of the Wild Ones we've so nurtured..

I must break out of your loving embrace

I have no option but to steer out of your infinite eyes

I cannot tame your Wild Ones nor hold back mine

And both our Wild Ones might simply deadlock away

Wield I must, tame I must

Master I must and control I must

Love I must and grow these Wild Ones I must

For this job of mine is an optionless choice

For better or worse, I have this job

For better or worse, you have it too..

Being the Guardian of these Wild Ones..

Being the Guardian of Impossible Dreams.

Night

Do you sleep in five?
Or does it take eternity?

Do you hear them crickets?
The buzzing mosquitoes?
Or is it your headphones and a/c?

Does your pulse fall
Or does it race faster than horses?

Do you get dark circles?
Pimples? Rashes? Cold sweats?
Or is it bed hair and supple skin?

What colour is your ceiling?
Or would you tell me of your linen?
Do you lean left or prefer right?

Does the darkness embrace your thoughts?
Does it bring out your worst fears?
Do you hope for tomorrow
Or do you bury your yesterday?

Tell me if you dream
Tell me if you don't
Tell me if you remember your dreams
Tell me if you are creating one

What do you think most of?
Or should I rephrase to 'whom'?

Is the night your sanctuary?
Your shelter? your foster home?
Your nightmare? Your personal hell?

Can you think at all?
Or has your brain frozen?

Do you recall your day?
Or would you rather bury it?

How many pills do you take?
Or how many glasses? Is it drags instead?
Or needles? Or hugs?

How many tears has your bed seen?
How many smiles? How much love?

Do you plot? Do you conspire?
Do you regret? Do you thank?
Do you pray? Do you care?

How much of you sees the day?
How much of the night sees you?

Tell me about your day, darling
But let me into your night..