Island Lost at Sea

Dreams falling apart like dead skins from dry lips. The end is the same. Either you break or you bleed.

Like an island lost at sea waiting for a ship to sail by. So that it could convey a message to the other worlds.

Not that it cared. Whether he wept or smiled.
Sunshine or rain.

He wished for a tomorrow with an open door.
For a key to another look back.
Posted by Silenceofthedepth, Tuesday, August 26, 2008 12:10 PM | 0 comments |

Past Tense

He speaks in past tense. In silent words he faintly remembers having owned them once. He rekindles the black and white memories. They wink at him. He stares back at them. Eyes fixed and motionless. The view is utterly blank. Either way.

He then longs for it:
The sound of her voice
The sunset walk
Together

No longer able to pretend all is not well, he looks up at the moving stars in the dark sky. The stars see him before he sees them. Blinded by time, heart-weary by the empty spaces and the unfilled gaps, he stretches his both hands to feel what is not there.

The cold breeze wakes him up
Carrying pieces  from the past
He closes his eyes
To see all that’s left




Posted by Silenceofthedepth, Friday, August 22, 2008 2:31 AM | 0 comments |

Wishing upon a Falling Star


How not easy it is to move on to the next paragraph after the verses you penned has gone haywire. The rhyme gets lost in transition. You can’t fathom what all you could have probably done if there ever was a second chance. To re-write and revive.
Life and lines are just the same.

Songs from bygone eras heralds the beauty of verses most forgotten. Like golden Victorian coins left in dark store room corners; sweet memories safely stockpiled in guarded utterances of one’s soul. For certain things seldom cease to die: true love for the falling stars; delicate dreams of a broken soul recuperating on its own.

The world is made up of songs, poetry, and love. What a wish to make upon a falling star!










Posted by Silenceofthedepth, Thursday, August 21, 2008 10:30 AM | 0 comments |

To Mislead

Flowing from nowhere and for no visible reasons the smiles just refuse to fade. Like draught beer from a fountain. The reasons wait much deeper. Some for its sheer pleasure and, some for things much darker. None is wrong. In their own right ways. For their own correct reasons.

A chest-full of molten paroxysm to sleep with, he finds solace in the darkness of the night. Of so much comfort is the vacuum of love. Something he has it all for himself. And, will never lose. The smiles are merely a dry run for things to fake. To mislead. A world that don’t understand it.

The end of the tunnel is merely an excuse for weaker hearts. There doesn’t exist one. The world is the tunnel and there are lights within it. One merely has to discover them in the darkness within. For the lights that lies beneath. Like the joy contents in the tears that we sadly cry.









Posted by Silenceofthedepth, Wednesday, August 20, 2008 6:45 AM | 1 comments |