Blind Man

I don’t know where I’m going,
I wonder what I’m doing,
Maybe I’m growing
But someone steers a boat I’m rowing.
I don’t know what to believe,
Words and intentions belie belive,
My chest is dense with grief;
My joys are brief.
When i think I’ve found an antidote
Worse makes respite another anecdote…
My sockets are hollow,
If only any more hallowed.
I keep hitting something hard and rime,
You’ll wonder why I bothered with a darn rhyme.

~Bardkobik #Blueprint ’14

Grace Period

Complications are simple in genuine fealty,
Dangers are exciting as movie adventures.
It’s charming to see a part of you
On two darn legs.
Then you trust fate’s direction
As time furtively fleets to the very end.
No one ever tells you
It gets hard.
For a moment,
It’s okay to be blind
Before untamed promises run wild
Contrary to original intention;
The end of a grace period of perfection.

~Bardkobik #Blueprint ’14

Tryst

Their eyes are glittering love
While their hearts drum the lover’s anthem.
When they get tired of spewing crassy sweetness
Their skins touch and rub each other tenderlyimagess5
In the popular lovers’ dance.
Battered by encouraged pleasure,
The sweet secret passion is climaxed
With his head resting on her breasts.
She’ll wriggle his ear with her finger,
Exorcising all pain and worries
Stashed under his flesh.

In small time though;
Flames to ashes the camp fire will die,
The moon and stars will be fading goodbye
And darkness will be giving space to light
Where these moments will be shrouded
In secrecy like the masks they put on
To hide their real faces from their lovers.

But night will liberate them
In the darkness again,
When they will empty the cages
Which hold their desires
And let their passion’s fires
Vie with that of their audience’ – the stars
As the kind moon tries to banish utter darkness.

Downfall

The walls of my heart stood hight and tall,
impregnable
And then she came along
And they came crashing down
In a glance dressed unconscious.

Now, in her presence
My tongue is poor,
Her footsteps define my heartbeat,
Her words lurk deep in my memory,
Her beauty is the light of my day,
And her gazes leave me paralyzed.

When I’m sick,
Her concern is my only cure.
And when I’m sad,
Her memory is my only joy.

Though my breath was short in my search for a hiding place,
And though my wall was so strong
Even warrior angels could not get through,
Her love still found me out
As easily as death claims a life
And I’m sitting in my
Flawed state and thinking to myself –
“How did I fall?”

The Shadow

DeathYesterday, I bowed out of my hat,
I could hear the birds herald the day,
I could also see the glorious sun rays
Piercing the clouds
And around me were beautiful nectar flowers

At dusk, the sun was on the other side of the earth
Slowly walking down to sleep.
The lake was calm,
The breeze was warm and still,
And the cloak of darkness thickened.

It was very late in hour.
The weak light from the old moon betrayed the night
But in the peace of the night,
The sneaky stealthy shadow prowled.

Today, I bowed out of my hat
And I could hear only rain whispers
But the bird singers.
I could see rain drops from the face of the sky.
Because a beautiful nectar flower was gone.

Ergo, even at noon it was so cold
And the lake’s face looked pale
Still clinging to the chills of dawn.
And that was when I realized
The herald of woe; the shadow last night
In the quietness of the faded day
Came and lingered in the garden.

Life After Love… (The Other Side II)

Have you ever loved someone
Who left you for another?
Have you ever had the idea
That someone loved you and it wasn’t so?
Have you ever been fed love deliberately
Just to poison your soul?
Have you ever been dizzied with an idiot’s ecstasy
And left by the sole provider?
Have you ever been hit by gentle bullets of tears?
Gentle bullets from your own eyes
Because love slammed a door at your life
With the fury of a thunderclap
And the powerful diabolism of an earthquake?

Well, I have
And it felt like the tease of the chilly fingers of death.

To everything there are two sides.
Amazingly, this is the side of the coin called love
Many neglect a look at.
So when you get that cheap but important gem,
Flip it and take a thorough glance
And might just come to see that;
Love is not so parallel to death.
Armed with the infinite power
To keep you buried as deep as forever
In the heartbreak cemetery,
You will become a living phantom.

I am,
And now I know what it feels like
To walk about with one’s soul in the grave

The Beast’s Chill (The Other Side I)

A deceptive appearance
And we were walking down the isle
I took no chances
And would have taken
Her down to Eden
Thinking our mirage-love would make us
An immortal single duo; and dying we’ll die in love
But we weren’t meant to be
Because the sun burned out
And darkness swallowed the shinning day
So she left without saying
Adieu! !
And now my bones are chilly
Because joy comes no more

A Friend

… You want to know who I am….
I am a friend of yours back
In those shrinking days in your Alma matter…..
A friend who looked black but was white
A friend who didn’t fear the ridiculous eyes of the world he never really loved
A friend who was of the mouldering leaves of neglected shrubs
A friend who suffered a pleasant comrade deceit but for trust
A friend who thirsts for happiness
A friend who loves the soft flow of musical notes more than men
A friend whose heart still pumps the acidic past
A friend who reminisces those days of back stabbing and soul piercing laughter
A friend you made happy-sad
A friend whose happiness faded away with time just as beauty rusts with age
A friend who came to see farther beyond your masked smiles
A friend who suffered the potent arrow of your provincial clandestine
A friend….
…… Yes that is me – Williams

Rage

Alexander,
Like the weather
Sometimes calm and steady
And sometimes rough and violent.
That thing fights him
With nature’s strength
And hurts the people he loves.
He fights it as a fiend,
But this fiend has been a friend from infancy.
Always making him cherish the illusion
That those he loves be dizzied with delusion.
It blurs his vision,
And paints his climax much gloomier.
If only tears; would be the precipitous
Effect of his overwhelming emotion
And rinse his pain at times.
If only the chagrin disposition were
Seen for what it is –
Ignorance.

How It Turned Out

I beheld a flame in her twinkling eyes,

And this gave the sunrise.

Her shyness beckoned me

So the battle began in me

And enkindling my most feared of fears

By strengthening my hidden cares,

And making me relish freedom from solitude as the devil;

The reason for my prayers from dawn to dawn.

Now shall I call kismet the devil?

For from flame climes of joy pain is born.

Ere, my ice told, my heart lies.

Now I feel cold as ice.

If only the sun could melt the glacier I see,

And so I ask myself, “what did I see?”.