Recollecting Fortress

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I'll just wait for a while 

While you drown in a sōliloquium of denial

Tucked away inside my fortress of memories 

Walls of a vault crowded with vivid imagery 

Soft, driven, harsh and mad, like some new language

I see a life, and it’s people, profoundly called bondage

Far away from materialistics

Like a deer

Prone to wound

For jests can be feigned for the living

A tiger, a bush, cloaking

You stay in my fortress, bolted

Victimise myself as I see it all manifested

Maybe I’ll just linger here for a while

Not to touch but to take, maybe it isn’t mine

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Uncertain times

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Tragedy strikes in the land of the terrified 

Someone knocked, in a weather too fair 

Unknown guest, a resident, soul stood petrified

 The walls have seen two souls and an heir

Furious, walking around a house rarely visited before

And days go by, stranded in rooms, impossible is the porch

Thoughts gather in time, maybe out of season

This time, unresolved pasts linger with conditioned reasons 

Breaths feel like sardonic whispers  in the halted air

Deaths are rising with panic infused boredom within confined layers 

Idealistic thoughts can only so much help you foresee 

Cloud'd, unc'rtain thoughts questioneth me, to be or not to be 

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A Letter To a Friend

It has been a quarter of the lives we should live through. A sequence of seamless times, time easy, times rough. Maybe it had it all, from times to mention again and times to be not spoken of again. You’ve been there, you will. I’ve talked about worlds past and will. To being the closest thing to my best friend, you mind stepping those shoes. Why is it that you don’t see this in a new light? My pieces of conflict and complications occur because of you. I know it, I know you, I’ve spoken to you in silence. To have explored landmarks left on the world on big cities. Doesn’t it look exciting? You enjoy being part of memories. Don’t realise how you don’t remain in only one anymore, how you’ve denied yourself to keep distances casual.  How long would it be best for us to stay in a bubble of denial. Maybe let’s meet again and revisit ourselves. Maybe this time you realise how you’ve scheduling a memory of you in many moments. There’s always a lot of world to see maybe differently. From someone to someone after endless battles with denials buried, a leap of faith to not let down again. For time has gone, with things happy and unknown, but for a seemless reality now. What if this never fades out? 

Blessed Friend

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Death my old friend

Death, my guardian angel

Take me away from this reproached sanctum

Guide me to a new era of waxed candles

Flames burn low

Mornings reflect gold

I looked over you in times of stress

Bless me as I come to you bearing gifts

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Faded Emotion

Why can’t I love you

Till the end of time, to days when I need you

Cause you make me shy

Cause you make me smile

You make me fly

You get me high

Like two birds in sheets of time

Like a peacock in the clouded sunny sky

Dancing till the end of time, to days I find you

Why can’t I now see you

We can jump in a puddle of joy

We can love, love, love and love

Let us love, dim the lights, time is not enough   

Perceptions

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How do I look at you another way

I wish there existed another way

I’m far beyond to miss your mystic ways

Clinging onto not looking away

To see hope, life and happiness’ array

Perceive a way to see you, causes dismay 

The clock taught me a way, one way

Let’s try to see it anew, in your name

In circumstances 

Feels heavy while you promise fame

In challenges

A perception changed, in a while

If not, you make death smile

Maybe we’re not going to take it anymore 

We’re going to make it through this all

For here goes another of your wishes 

Here goes another need for life and it’s twitches 

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Weary Memory

It was one hot summer afternoon in the year full of unrest

Walking in the sun was hard, a walk needed to calm the heavy chest

I had just met someone with a past, dark and full of fumes

Yet she felt like victory, satisfactory, a feeling of melodious tunes

The heat was a distraction from my feelings, felt so fast

The sun was just evilly smiling, for I felt disturbed by her past

She felt ashamed really, of her past so wild and soar

All I could see was her hair fall smoothly, as her feet were trembling on the floor

A gush of wind took me back in time, to a time where I was alone

It was then I felt the need to turn back and walk the mile again, a mile was difficult and long

I was wrong to think that her past was horrid, that I ran, lest I fall

Not two thoughts could make up for the aberrated scene I caused

Spoke about a time that was gone in the past and flames fiery

The flames were out now, clouds flew by and past was memories, memories are now old and weary

Coffee in a Whiskey Glass

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As I sit here with coffee in a whiskey glass

Hoping for the time spent apart to roll and pass 

Hoping for my wait, the walk through a forest with smoking grass

Patriarchy, the man, running wild, for a prey, not in the distant mile 

Seek for a you, a version of you, maybe you

Their drools swamp the ground as I wait and search, yet not found 

This day you told me, you’d return 

Now it feels like a maybe, with that sun turn 

I sit awake at night, waiting for you to knock on the door 

I could find an island in your arms, poetry in your eyes and I sit here in pain hoping not for a lullaby 

It’s hard to numb the weight of my eyes, same feeling when I’m mesmerised 

Race to the door, please, as fast, as I sit here sipping my coffee in a whiskey glass

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