The Swan
The ripples of blue
A little and few
Come and dance
Flutter and prance
Close your eyes
Dream the skys
Spread your wings
Forget your things
Make no move of doubt,
and settle to fly out.
Forget about minutes of time
Forget about money and dime.
Trust the power
Mind the hour
Dreams dont last forever
But its either now or never.
Darkness
It is dark
And I cant see
No light, no spark
Only me.
Walls edging in,
pressure, no stance.
Lose or win
or take a chance
Empty, maybe
Or full
Still dark. Cant see.
Greyish and dull
Scars and cuts
Everywhere!
Before it shuts
It is there.
Calling, calling.
In my fright.
I am falling.
It is always night.
Angel in the sky
Angel, Angel in the sky
Why on earth did you make me cry?
Hurts like knives, I feel the pain,
now you left me in the rain.
Angel, Angel in the sky
Why on earth did you make me cry?
All those tears that taste of salt,
and you say its all my fault.
Angel, Angel in the sky
Why on earth did you make me cry?
You were sweeter than a sugar cane,
now you left me in the rain.
Angel, Angel in the sky
Why on earth did you make me cry?
I loved you then and always will
But did you know that pain can kill!
Torn
When the moon has left a phase
And the breeze has a frozen trace.
The tears have faded the truth
Sparkles used to flow so smooth.
When the sun has left the earth
And the heart is lacking mirth
The sweetest scents have diffused
And trust was utterly abused.
When the soul has left its owner
And becomes a frightened loner.
The stars have forgotten to shine
And the clock forgot the time.
When the rain has begun to pour
And the wind has banged the door.
When your hearts lonely and forlorn
Then you know you have been Torn.
Rain on Me
Rain on me,
with glassy chrystal perls.
One two, even three,
to cheek slacked curls.
Rain on me,
keep pouring down.
Let me see
Let me drown.
Rain on me,
wash it all away.
Set me free
On a clear sunny day.
Rain on me,
fill the sea.
Thats the key,
just Rain on Me.
Broken
She must think shes great.
For all I care but hate
Her hair, her eyes, her nose
And however far it goes.
She doesnt bother in her obsession,
hidden away in her posession.
Tiny cell that is well locked,
I saw you two, I was shocked.
Her Picture now scratched and torn,
wish shed never been born.
No pride, no morals nor value.
A simple love, through and through.
I hate that smile that seeks you,
kissing moments make me blue.
But there is one thing I know for sure,
boy do I wish I was her.
The Lead
Walk along the misty road,
left alone from valediction.
Carrying a weighty load,
and remembering contradiction.
See the sky, see it not.
Look out for meet and greet
Thus that theoretic thought,
just walk along the street.
A haunting moon
Perplex cross of mind.
Shallow, sleepy but soon
Youve left it all behind.
Cross the river, drown the sea
Take a deep breath.
What had to come had to be
Unsaid, Unspoken Death.
Solitude
The black nothingness of pain
Covered in golden rain.
Perpetual motion of infinity
And cruel endless serenity.
Blood and tears
Reflection of fears.
Try to die,
or get by.
Quiver with fright,
hide in the night.
Question posessions
Unreachable successions.
The blades of life
Cut like a knife.
True pain spoken
Is solitude unbroken.
Crumble to Dust
He whispered
Words
Of love.
She couldnt listen.
He slid down,
his finger.
Dropped tears
She couldnt feel it.
He screamed
In vain,
hollered in pain.
Not hear no sound. Nor Echo.
She lay to sleep shallow, shy.
While her love rest near beside.
Not breathe, no talk. Nor deepness of thought.
Crumble to dust and fear no more, for I
Have done what I did.
She stirred. And further.
Her breath shadowed his neck.
Fingertips which joined.
Cold and sharp and stings of cuts
That threaten the night.
He held her
In his arms.
She let him.
But no more, she can.
Her heart filled with desire...
...is tired.
As they lay, side by side.
And were left in peace to die.
In trust
And crumble
To dust.
Autumn
Autumn shivers down my spine,
simple truth you speak divine.
Hidden behind trees, in the brush
Here goes my sugar rush.
Leaping, creeping, seeping through
Then and now. Something new.
If you dont like what I do,
then you are crazy too.
Talking in winter. Make me feel.
Tell me now whats the deal.
Are you lying? Am I crying?
My soul hurts. Am I dying?
Look me in the eyes,
chrystal clear and in the skys.
Are you flying? Are you sighing?
Your smile hurts. Are you trying?
Autumn shivers in winter shine,
its over now and were fine.
Sealed and hidden is the letter,
now Im good and you feel better.
Reality
There is a time in life......
where one comes to realize
That life is not worth living,
and death not worth dying.
I am here
You are there.
And in between
Is
Love.
But is love worth living for?
And hate worth dying for?
Am I a person
And you a ghost?
And in between
Is
Heaven.
But is heaven worth it?
And hell is not?
There is a time in life...
Where one comes to realize
That love and heaven are a dream
And hate and hell are
....
Reality
Tears
My name is in the sad
And my image is the bad.
I am choked and swallowed,
and my paths are narrowed.
I come and go and dry,
afterwards, with relief, we sigh.
We roll down, always down.
And often get stuck in a frown.
Laghter, may be a cause.
Everything has its flaws.
Often though, to sadness we belong.
We are small, salty and strong.
We are a result of emotion,
we are accompanied by devotion.
Darkness that shakes the fears
And we are known as liquid tears!!
Mask
Reach out to eternity
And touch the pain.
Sharp hard shell
And dusty rotten core.
I am what I am
Respekt is not a chore.
Trust in soul
Is a deeper thought
To consider in whole.
Reach out for serenity
But never go beyond
For pain may lead to eternity
But the truth guards the end.
Count the tears and lock them
Away.
You no more exist
Only the
Mask of mutiny.
True Pain
Truth hurts,
when its spoken.
Love hurts,
when its broken.
Lies hurt,
when theyre said.
People hurt,
when theyre dead.
Pain hurts,
when it cuts.
The door hurts,
when it shuts.
Truth hurts,
like a knife.
But the most painful thing,
is life.
Failure
Pushed me until I could fall no more,
never hit the bottom or reached the floor.
My heart is lonely and sore,
when the waves dont hit the shore.
Is it possible to live a lie,
to be ungenuine until I die?
Is it right to leave my thoughts to cry,
and my words to keep wondering why?
They always look away,
never know what to say.
A loser, nothing left to pray
Or to wish for a better day.
Pushed me until I fall,
nobody hears my longing call.
Cut off behind a chinese wall,
its either this or nothing at all.
Haunter
She reaches out to touch his sking,
wanting to be held from his warmth.
The craving stirs her lust,
and tears fade dust.
She sobs and cries and swallows,
talking with herself, she talks to the shadows.
The wanting shakes her chest,
her heart refuses to rest.
She hovers through the night,
no more gloomy candle light.
The craying that will never end,
left is just a useless friend.
She keeps walking,
keeps on stalking.
Wont let him go,
wont let him know.
She screams and howls
And scares the owls.
She disturbs his sleep
Doesnt get anything to keep.
A nervous wreck is all thats left,
like empty hands after a theft.
He left his house without goodbyes,
and she keeps searching until she dies.
Gone
The wind has now stopped blowing,
the weather has stopped the snowing.
The moon, the sun, the stars dont shine,
and the poets skipped a line.
There is something missing in my heart,
there was something special about that part.
You shoved me, pushed me far away,
how can you expect me to stay that way?
I cant go on, cant live my life
Its like a cut, inflicted by a knife.
Why are you doing this, its not fair,
you knew that I was always there.
I will never forget you, I care too much,
all the talking, discussions and such.
I dont know, I have done nothing wrong,
I love you and now youre gone.
Why
Why did you kiss me,
but then left me alone.
Why do you diss me,
but keep calling on the phone.
Why do you say you love me,
and tell me you never cared.
Why do you say you hate me,
but truly hurt me you never dared.
Why did you touch me,
but split my heart in two.
Why did you do that to me,
and told me, we were through.
Why do you see me,
but always look away.
Why do those tears blind me,
and ruin me every day.
Why did you hold me,
but walked out of that door.
Why did you leave me,
I will miss you forever more.
Walking
From head, through arm and pen to paper,
my thoughts are saved for later.
Out in the country, greenly spread,
his feet rest on the earth, its bed.
My father, walking. His breath unsaid.
Swiftly moving fot by foot, past and go
Breathe deep, swift walk, too and fro.
Listening to the birds sing, yet fly high and low
While he is walking.
The dust whirls up with every step, a cloud,
blowing up from the ground, steady and proud.
He walked the lands without stopping,
to watch birds settle instead of dropping.
Enjoying every step he took.
Truthfully he would walk for ages
Like a hiker.
My mother never walked along,
she waited for his return at dawn.
Once I watched him out in the cold,
he looked up and waved, saw his smile unfold.
Shuffling and crushing sand, breathing hard,
did not see anybody else out in the yard.
For love of nature. Walking.
The salty smell of earthly dust, the cloud of mist
Of tiny objects that joined in empty twist.
My head controls my hand and pen
Though I yet watched him from the den.
I still write
Outside its dim
Now is the time, to walk with him.
Love and Joy
I love you like the sun,
that spreads its golden wings.
Bright and happy it shall dawn,
love, warmth and care it brings.
I love you like the breeze,
that shuffles through my hair.
Flowers that make me sneeze,
in the cool, light, springy air.
I love you like the sky,
that shades the colour of your eyes.
Birds silhouetted above and fly,
and the cat that lazy lies.
I love you like a dove,
that peacefully descends.
I bring to you my love,
and joy that never ends.
Angel Eyes
I remember angel eyes,
I remember the devils cries.
The salty tears that fogged the blue,
sliding down, before mountain dew.
I remember angel eyes,
I remember all those lies.
Invisible wings that made you fly,
and you hovered up into the sky.
I remember angel eyes,
I remember when love dies.
Trusty words, and my devotion,
tears that shake, at my emotion.
I remember angel eyes,
I remember all the angels in the skys.
But you were the brightest star,
and though now, you are gone, but far.
I remember angel eyes,
I remember the devils cries.
I remember when it dies,
there will always be; your angel eyes!
Night
Slowly and silent,
it spreads over me.
It was in the way it went,
that scared me to be.
I listen,
was that an owl in the distance?
The wind beats fast, like my heart within,
could I stand a chance?
Suddenly a scream,
deep in the dark.
Beaten up, worse a dream,
not a star, not a spark.
I come closer to danger,
hiding my presence.
Im silent, a stranger,
smelling the essence.
Everything happened so fast,
I hardly felt the stone.
The scream was my last,
then I was all alone.
Among the Dead
I spent my entire life being dead,
I slept in a coffin within cushions instead.
I touched no silk, nor linen or spread
While I lay among the dead.
I rested my soul to lie in peace,
I waited all those years for hearbeats to increase.
I wanted the hate in my heart to freeze.
While I shivered among the dead.
I hid my face to protect my fears,
I spent endless nights drowning in tears.
I never felt happiness or longing for cheers.
While I cried among the dead.
I balanced on a thinly spun thread,
I longed to listen to own words I said.
I wanted to live all the books I read.
But I remained among the dead.
Eyes
Eyes that dwell on me,
secrets in the dark.
Blind but yet can see,
those flickers, that spark.
Eyes that shade the oceans blue,
the tears of the salty sea.
That stare that made my world come true,
love and hate, meant to be.
The tears that were washed away,
in the pouring rain.
I didnt ask you to stay,
but please come back again.
Those eyes that still dwell,
from that photograph.
Those tears shall burn in hell,
on my own behalf!!
Spring
Taste it, smell it,
touch the air.
Brightly, sunlit,
breezes in my hair.
Inhale it, hear it,
see the bloom.
Stingy bees sit,
flowers coming soon.
Like it, Love it
Hate the cold.
Greatly, color fit,
butterflies unfold.
Enchaintment
Rustling, ruffling ripples of waves,
hollow echoes in stoney caves.
I follow the wind and watch the sun
An adventure has begun.
The coolness in the breeze that blows
And icy water that silently froze.
My heart that skipped a beat,
and cheeks that flushed the summers heat.
The wind caressing your hair,
your pale skin so fair.
Your gray shaded eyes, made to drown
Allthough I recognize that frown.
A wave of pain shatters my heart,
youve hit the middle with your dart.
Its magic and real at once
Like the bellowing noise of guns.
The bullets that pierced me inside,
your hate I cant abide.
Hatred
I can see that gleam,
of accusation.
I can smell the steam,
of evaporation.
Sharp blades of sparks,
if looks could kill.
Vicious, angry remarks,
in spite of being ill.
That icy blue,
that freezes so fast.
A nightmares come true,
spilling tears so vast.
The pain that slowly settles,
heart throbs turn to punches.
Like sizzling in kettles,
and your friends all in bunches.
A cluster of suffocation
That yearns for engulfment.
The strongest in sensation
Of all involvement.
And yet, I know
You will do no harm.
For it is all but show
Because your heart is warm.
Forget
Forget the moon, forget the stars,
remember peace and fight the wars.
Forget the pain, forget the sorrow,
remember the sun will come out tomorrow.
Forget the tears, forget his smile,
rember youre a tough girl with style.
Forget his name, Forget his voice,
remember thats your only choice.
Forget the excitement, forget him soon,
remember youll be 16 in June.
Forget those eyes, forget those lies,
remember to fly high up into the skies.
Forget the forgotten,
remember hes rotten.
Forget his looks, forget his face,
remember hes just an empty space.
White Veil
It thrust its cushions upon the bed,
on sticks and stones, allready dead.
It fills the lands with frost and awe,
its the most beautiful thing the world ever saw.
It engulfs the plains and fills the holes,
and puts to sleep the birds and moles.
It reflects the sparkle and flash,
into a lightening of solar crash.
The prints of the alive sink in,
heaven on earth is not a sin.
It is blinding me with its glory,
every flake tells a story.
It makes me shiver at its touch,
allthough I like it very much.
An empty scent of bright white,
a wonderful winter delight.
Master of Self
The urge of erruption causes the stance,
with use of desperate but unreachable chance.
Pick up the pace yet slower than that,
is something you took, something I never had.
Darkness and space of eternal nothingness,
are the lack of orderly corruption in mess.
Trust the feeling perhaps beyond catch,
when you havent quite found the perfect match.
She followed the sun that turned around,
and fell into her arms with gentle sound.
The truth hides behind so-called beauty,
to change the future is not my duty.
The deeper I go, the further I know,
its pointless to continue pretending to glow.
Everybody deserves a second chance,
forgive and forget to enhance.
But I killed it and it died,
for however long I have cried.
Why destroy a perfect disaster,
from that I know I am the master!
Throbs
The agony increases over mutiny,
to prevent continuous fertility.
In ranking of fear beyond pain,
thrust the deepening anguish again.
Pounding clockwise yet timeless,
is it that no medication can guess.
The heavyness weighs down the smile,
of something truthful but never vile.
Fatigue and weakness rule the temple,
not to be given bodys example.
Tearing at mind, body and soul,
that once used to be united as whole.
The agony reached its limit,
Once bright, luminous now dimmed it.
Left me in heavy vicious throbs,
crying with angry, painful sobs.
World (inspired by The Matrix)
Ever question where you are?
Did you wish upon a lonely star?
Visions reappear daily in your brain,
you wake up and its the same.
Do I feel when I touch?
The less I know, is it much?
What real is what I believe,
take in, know, give and receive.
You trust your mind to the bone,
allthough you know youre not alone.
Far and near. There is no difference.
Close and away, without any inference.
My heart questions the truth,
in my eternal ending youth.
The world is not what it seems,
though it continues to exist in our dreams.
Ice
The warmth of welcome greets the air,
interrrupted by icy blades of a heartless stare.
The communication once free of disturbance,
now lacks all of its lively exuberance.
While the mild sun probes the land,
the unchangable _expression remains bland.
Not a smile or tear can alter the cold,
for his thoughts are careless, evil and bold.
The inner weakness is hidden by phoney strength,
explanations are rejected regardless the length.
A heavy sight with loss of indication,
has not recognized my powerful creation.
Love is bound to favours, yet remains in place
Dancing, motionless with beauty at pace.
And even so, it is useless against the ice,
now it is your turn to roll the dice.
Bird
Like a shadow cast upon the moon,
like a lovely lake, dislocated soon.
Stars that sparkle when hit by light,
yet there is glory, strength and might.
Like marvel, echoed by the crowd,
darker yet is brightest some cloud.
Like a bladed mirror sharpened with a smile,
burried under a leafy, heavy pile.
Like a mystery bird that lost its wings,
like a lonely owl that silently sings.
The beauty in depth is given to be hollow
And heartbeats so rapidly to swallow.
Like poison on an icy knife,
lighter than the spring of life.
Like a peaceful, glamorous dove,
is the one that I must truly love.
Fractured Love
The craving is at its limit,
a perfection beyond care.
Something too dangerous to admit,
a longing, hungry stare.
The truth us too provocative,
though it may solve a mystery.
The elders will appear overreactive,
it may alter entire history.
Truth be told upon his face,
to kiss away in warm embrace.
Fractured love of relative emotion,
a quite wonderful devotion.
Love now and never fail,
for it may be a preparation to jail.
Die in honesty or live to love,
Brother Dear, youre all Ive been thinking of.
He is
What hides behind those spades of ebony,
is it sadness, anger, pain or even agony?
The sweetness is dropped down to his smile,
when he was walking down the aisle.
What covers up the warmth wanting to escape?
His heart embodies depth of color and shape.
The coldness has departed at his birth,
an angel has come down to earth.
What guards this magical creature?
Those big brown eyes. His best feature.
The intentions remain utterly unsaid,
while they are racing through my head.
What provides him with fervency and love?
...to keep him warm like a woollen glove.
The dirty thoughts I am forced to dismiss.
Innocent, sweet and mysterious he truly is.
The Lead II
The road now filled with watchers,
and those that kept walking by.
You have survived all the tortures,
but dived down ready to die.
The road that led you here,
is no road no more.
Its a riddle that will make you fear,
the day you hit the shore.
The silent noise of infinite sleep,
from that you will never awake.
You jumped and have fallen too deep,
into something thats bound to break.
Watch yourself when you walked,
lonesome along the street.
Listen early to when you talked,
and then you tripped over your own feet.
Wronged Visions
Too see or to preceive,
is a matter of doubt.
If you wish to deceive,
my incredulous shout.
In virtue of eternity,
is nestled a bird.
A bloody fraternity,
of visions blurred.
Physical matter of hate,
is emotional disregard.
I will not have to wait,
for your calling card.
A desire is lurched,
beyond the sickening sky.
We have searched,
with our blinded eye.
Deciduous love has died,
ever since you appeared.
I have tried to hide,
but could not, I feared.
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ALL POEMS ARE BY MY GOOD FRIEND YASMIN Ansari
