Posts Tagged ‘love’

Remember That Night, Baby?

Remember that Night baby? It was so crazy
You walked into the terrace, draped in the sheet
The blues of your eyes, glittering so hazy,
You looked so tight, you walked so lazy.
And as I lay wondering beneath the stars.
You kissed me so full and the night was ours.

Remember that Night baby? The wine got you drunk
And you were so high, and so inviting can’t deny
You danced your way to me, so touching close.
Ignited, you hugged me and I could hear your heart beats
Smiling like a mermaid, mischief trailing your toes.
I kissed your red lips. And the Night smiled and it froze.

Remember that Night baby? Midnight maybe?
When you looked right in my eyes and promised
In the backdrop of the skies, our silhouettes blended
The Millennium was over, and we hit the sunrise.
We embraced so warm in the cold of the night.
Now those promises are all lies and you can’t stand my sight.

Remember that Night baby? Like no other night.
Those times when we didn’t cry and had no fight.
But now I look at your photo, framed above my fireplace.
It looks so out of place, and pain hits right on my face.
I know you are out there happy and maybe that’s my solace.
So forget that Night baby. The night which has lost its trace.

Remember that Night Baby?
It’s alright, Baby.
The Night has died, baby!
So let’s not fight, Baby.
I ain’t your man no more.
But I guess you’re still my lady

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Posted: August 17, 2016 in emotions, Nostalgia
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Hey Dad

The Winter in the Hills are lonely, Dad.
Only if you could warm my little palms in your hand.
And talk me stories of faraway land, till I sleep.
I wish I could just pretend to sleep in your arms,
To feel your good night kiss, as you tuck me in the blankets.
The Winter in the Hills are still lonely, Dad.

It’s almost December time. Cold chills my frail bones.
My friends and their families have already flocked to plains.
Every Evening, Mother and I await watching the dusk.
The Sun slowly sneaks below the hills behind the thick fog.
And tiny lights from the valleys spread the dull sparkle
Only if you were there, you could take us to the Plains.

Did I tell you how perfect Mother has been?
She grew me into this wonderful young girl.
She walks with me through the winding lanes
Till the Church, the open wide white benches
Often we sit there and talk all about you.
I know your smile, Dad. And your dark brown hair
Mother still blushes when she describes you.
The Winter in the Hills then feels so warm.

If you are up there listening to your little girl.
Dad, not all is gloom here, I must tell you.
Yes, Mother is in fifties and has grown old now.
But I have taken up the responsibilities.
Together, we are making up quite a pair.
Looks like brighter days are just around the corner.

Here is a secret I want to share with you, Dad.
I have finally found a man to share my life.
His manners, his smile and the twinkle of his eyes
All reminds me of you. I hope you’ll like him too
One day when he becomes a young daddy,
He will be just like you, loving and caring.

Well, now your little princess is going to sleep.
Her eyes aches of tiredness and the cold,
Will you stay awake and watch me till I sleep.
It makes me feel better to know I’m loved.
And when I’m asleep, slowly walk into my dreams.
The Winter in the Hills will feel warm again.

My December Love

The sun rays falls on her flawless skin,
Dust dancing in the illumination.
Those lil pink lips, a tease and a pout,
The thick liner on her eyes.

The morning of The Winter, the thick fog unrested.
Warm arms around me and the firewood burning.
The smell of her, like a lost flower of the Medievals,
Those shoulder length hair, cascading down and wild.

The morning coffee, the newspapers flutters beside.
Cold breeze at balcony, the cozy she and I.
The kiss so soft, melting at the slightest touch.
The slight taste of the skin, the lip gloss and all.

Little boats on the rivers, as we sneak through the windows.
Lit lamp post, fighting though some quality fog
Cold drops on the window glasses, dripping slowly by
The vapors of coffee, her lips soothing it with smile.

Last night was night of love, so sang the souls of ours
In the rustling of winds outside, we hug each other
The darkness of night, her eyes still so comforting
Felt world never existed, nothing beyond her arms………..

Posted: August 17, 2016 in Adventure, Fictional Romance
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A Kill Machine

I still sit below the Oak, in the winter evenings.
The faint glows of the church, warming my bones.
And slowly the numb finger soothes the old scratching.
You, me and the heart in between, and those tiny stars above
Echoes of the bells, and the dusk still settles on time.

Staring through the rising smoke, the sun died with a splash
Faceless men in woolen coats, their shadows blend in dark
I still sit all the same, with cold cling to my skin.
And remember you hair flying in the early old December wind.

Plunging curves of the dirt road, still rings of your laughs.
The gravels there somewhere, and the stories which they hold
I still remember the sunshine falling on my face. Whispering,
You walk to me, dressed in my shirt with last night coffee stains.

Headlight of a passing van, the metal glints off my gun
Back to reality, I swirl on the dead leaves, senses so aware.
My dirty beard and roughed up boots,
I walk to the present darkness
Every evening below the Oaks, you’re gone, I realize.

Little did I realize, being here has always been a mission,
Working for the country, a nonexistent vigilante I am.
Guns and blades, death right on my face.
They never made me stronger
Less a soul. A kill machine, since the night you betrayed.

Posted: August 17, 2016 in emotions, Fictional Romance, Rap
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Drown the pain, in s still greater pain

Feet stomping. Hey can you listen them on roll?
Their New Year Call. Electronics emerging, surging.
The laser falling on their tees, and submerging.
Wait yeah, I am installing happiness in me.
Look, its failing miserably. Let me stand here, or disappear.
Go walk to the party, nah let them not jeer.
Hear, the music, stilettos and those hot chicks.
Glass clinking, blinking. All drinking and sinking
Listen, drink one for me, and keep laughing.
Dance like forever and I’ll keep watching.

Those flashes don’t blind me anymore. I ignore,
The DJ, and the crowd roar. I keep staring away.
Stray, I want to cry loud, blow myself inside out.
But shit, that’s not how these emotions are employed.
The codes of a loner, the ethics of the destroyed.
Hallucinating in every possible pain, so insane.
My feathers so burnt, ashes falling on my smoking flesh.
So fresh. I desire to die, hold on to my own death and cry.

How can you laugh at me, what makes me look so funny.
Honey, I’m not gonna lie, I failed and I don’t deny.
Or beg you to stay, go away. Look at those party lights.
Their glory, their brights and exotic drizzling heights.
Fly as you ever did, while blood in me drains, and rains.
Stains, till my worth fades, and my existence looks a scar.
Capture me while i laugh like something gone very wrong,
While I step on the edge, and rush down like a shooting star.

I am full of anger, and I am not pretending. Intending,
To walk off forever, wherever. With a knife in the soul,
Begging console. I’ve lost all my mind, I’m lost in the time.
I stare at the void of brilliant depression. Till I collide.
And burst into flames of dazzling sun and a millions of blames.
I dig up the earth and bury my name. And drown all my pain,
In a still greater pain……….

Posted: August 16, 2016 in emotions
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Terrified Emotions

I look at me so terrified,
Trembling yet so justified.
In a moment when I thought you cried.
Doesn’t matter that I held up and tried.
I knew I was on losing ground,
And I knew I was just loosing mind.

And when you left me with just a wink
The thousand Suns did burn in me.
Annihilating me into million pieces,
Of ignorant anonymous as I ever was.
The amorphous me, now flies among the smoke.

Despise of living through such hard beginnings,
It turns out that I was just another no one.
A clown which made you laugh out of nothing.
But you didn’t realize the clowns have pain too.
But now the clown has run out of his mascara.
And down he walks in a street which goes nowhere.

Just when I realized that I was re-building
This collapse is pulling everything inside me.
Tiny specks of happiness flashes before the eyes
Before getting sucked in the gravity of this damage.
This uniformity of chaos in me feels so strange.
It’s so real that I can almost touch it.

I know you’re looking,
For a rhythm in the verses.
But hey I’ve lost my rhymes,
And the manner of my lines.
I am just left with this broken face,
With some frozen emotions.
And a road to travel all alone,
And it starts right here.

Remember I told you, I’ve been left,
With some pretty big shoes, to fill in.
I’m still gonna wear them and pretend,
That my toes have become a bit bigger.
And walk those thousand lonely miles
Where the horizons blends into the unknown.
I will walk myself there and disappear.