Tuesday, April 21, 2009

::SacreD SacrificE::

I have drawn black curtains across my windows
And locked my doors in dejected despair
I am slowly but surely collecting the remains
Of hopeless dreams that I am unable to repair

I feel like I am gradually drifting away
From this world of misery towards some light
My senses have become benumbed by bereavement
As such that I can feel nothing no more

I would be lying if I claim to be alright
Although I still wear my mask of a smile
I cannot tell if I am drunk already
As I just seem to stir once in a while

I have ended up spending so many a sleepless nights
Confused and bemused by ghastly imaginings
Of the sacrifice that I would have to silently make

Tears and blood will soon dry out in the sun
The winds of time should be aging my hair
Years of silence would wrinkle my skin
If I live that long to thank God again

I know that the walls within my mind
Are all blistering and blazing as they are falling apart
Yet I know that I have to let go
Of the remains of my love
That is no longer alive

Legends say that true love never dies
Ironically enough, the way I see it
I feel it is all just a lie

Yet we still make those sacred sacrifices
For the person we love more than what we can
Without a word; without a whisper
I should be slowly sailing away


I may be helplessly searching
For a drop of love today
To quench my thirsty soul

But I am sure the day
There will be love in profusion
I shall no longer have
Any desire left to drown in it

Sunday, April 19, 2009

::RuineD ReminiscencE::

Heartaches can never kill someone
Although it produces such immense pain
It is just this pain which it leaves trailing behind
Like an open wound which never wishes to heal

Solace and comfort are forever gone
When it is needed the most
To heal the wounds
That seems to remain incurable
For ages beyond the count of time

Sinking sentiments and guilty feelings
Only make the soul feel more morose
The once cherished memories
Now only seem to silently haunt
And traumatize the disturbed mind
By reminiscence of those moments
That have refused to fade with time

Distress and grief only harden the scars
That keep flowing in the flashbacks
Of the good and great times that were once spent

One still seems to be searching
Across the deserted dunes of one’s heart
The footprints of the soul
Who was once one’s most beloved one…

Thursday, April 16, 2009

::LivinG in A LiE::

Sometimes it feels good to live in a lie
To be away from weakening emotions
And dreams that will never come true

Sometimes it is worth to die and be forgotten
Without leaving someone remembering oneself behind

Sometimes, words are full of emotion
Convincingly strong and brimming with confidence
The same words sometimes fail to win a sinking heart
And prove how truly powerless they really are

Sometimes we ignore the truth about our lives
And live as if we are living forever
As of late, I have begun to realize
How mistaken my thinking as been all this time

Sometimes, we all search for that friend
Who we have always been looking for all our lives
Some of us end up really lucky
While some are like me who walk alone in the dark

Sometimes I do not mind wasting my time
To make people happy
But sometimes, I get this ugly feeling that
My presence is becoming too much of a kind

I live in a lie
Just to fool my heart
And I keep on dreaming
Of what I might never be able to have
I keep telling myself that I will rule over this world one day
By winning every human heart

But I know for a fact
That I am just lying to myself
Simply because, my heart refuses to accept the fact that
I am a loser who has never been able to win

If winning was all that easy
We all would have been in heaven right now
But reality is far more differently difficult
Where heartaches are just the beginnings towards our goals

It is a relief that
Every day that I spend
Takes me a day closer to my end
And I will not be bothering anyone anymore
Once I return to my eternal home

I do not desire to win anymore
Because I know that I have already won
I may be all alone as a loner
But it really does not hurt much
To imagine myself rise from my dark past
And to die like a king today…