Such a beautiful world this is
It is dustless, it is grass less.
It is pristine and modern
with its glistening forms of concrete and cement

But Why can I not smell the wet soil any more
The tiny sparrow doesn't ask for rice grains no more

What place is this?
It is where trees are uprooted , the soil dug up to be sold
The coal tar will tarnish that beautiful brown soil
The roots of the tree will be surrounded by perfectly symmetrical circles of cement
around it hugging the stem cutting its oxygen
Asphyxiating it to its slow death

Winter is blue

I wanted to write something about you but I couldn't quite figure it out.
So I heard this song

You're like a song
Sung by that beautiful petite girl who sings of Christmas
 A cold December morning where I see the gifts below the tree
The lights are still switched on
The rest of the family still sleeps
The fog looks so beautiful so ethereal
That is when you enter into the room
You peak through the snow-white window
You smile so flamboyantly
There is not a hint of stolidness
The serenity is never too severe. It is just right
I can even glimpse a lingering smile as you scold me for my foolishness.

I walk to the window the blue framed one that you capture so beautifully through your eyes
The mind in its sublime state
The calmness is not bland
It is at that state where it is brimming with the childlike fervour

Your mind is clear like your dog like friend who you share so lovingly with the ones around
Everything is in it's exactness organized and chiselled
The eyes are sincere, the violin plays a nonsensical song
reminding us to eat again and talk of nothing in particular
As we sit together
The auburn leaves fly above us
You look through your blue framed window
Smiling at us

Your loud voice

I am not depressed, I am angry
I am not angry, I am infuriated
I do not care how badly I grieve you with my sharp words
You are my root, you are my centre ;you are my parent
You must live up to my expectation

You're immature unreasonable rubbish makes my mind so angry
so restless..

I feel like I loose myself in this gory war of words each time I come home.
I wished for the quite
But you're loud clamour cages my calm soul
Was I not a quite child
My eyes I like to believe must have shone bright then
Was I not a work of serenity
What am I now
What have your demons turned me into
You flush your agonized flaws into my clear crimson blood
You look  not once at how my face cringes and contorts into a scary resemblance of your face
I reek of your foul breath
Your foolish anger
You're sense of pride reeks of your lowliness
I eschew your flaws
But you flaunt yours like a trophy
And then you put that trophy on a table in my room
How I pray that someday you shall accept your mistake
Even one will do
But instead you snub me
Your crass tongue sickens me so deep

You are immature like a spoilt anomaly of a child
The tantrums you throw heat my state of calm
I am an epitome of anger, vociferous
The filth from my mouth spreads through my blood
The veins sprout out a searing pain
A pain that sometimes lulls
But It shall reside in me for perpetuity

I wanted to be happy did I not
But every happy moment is marred by your loud irritating voice
I wish to leave you
Your everything that has at time disfigured my true nature
How I have despised myself at those instances

But,

Our love is so deep
I would weep if I ever had to leave you
I turned out okay didn't I
Better than the other some may say

Let it go, because I will let go of my many complaints
I shall rejoice in the happiness
I shall remember and cherish the abundant love
For now
I shall let it go and let it be

On a loop

I did not smile back
I led myself into my mind
Said to myself
I am never eager
I am higher than the others

Tentative smiles is all I can produce
Hardly visible on this thin sombreness
There is an anomaly in me
Frequently it craves
But never is it doused
So It shall remain parched
I yearn to walk back
It remains incomplete, the link half made
It swings to a loop again
Always yearning, never fulfilled

I wish for the cold rain

I wrote this piece under the influence of the song below.

I wish for it to rain.
The clouds in my mind shall turn into clear cold water.
It shall drip into my eyes.
Washing the past glory, submerging the anger that escapes into my clenched fists.
The rogue love still walks through the shadows of that cream coloured room
My mind looks through a frame.
Where I see just the shadows.
In the dark I see the moonlight reflected through your patterned glass window.
The opportunity lost, the love that never surrendered ,even in my thoughts.
Will they know who I am
Will I know who I am

The blue drops of paint so frigid at this moment.
The tips of my finger lust for the touch of the crimson petals of the rose.
The garden in my lucid dreams. The dreams I no more remember.
It is evil I say, the one who took you away.
The nature of the human who is so mundane and dull in all its shine,
It's fluorescent hues collapsing under the lack of a certain surge of emotions.
The surge I feel in plenty everyday.

The music takes over, the flames dim as the pitch falls to a murmur.
I know not much of your notes, but the chord slowly untangles from my neck.
Let me free.Oh dear song. Free me from my surreal darkness.
So that I can sleep in bliss like I never have.
The dong at the end suffices my day.
I wish to be nowhere.
I wish for the cold rain.