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

Life After You

“Vision is a liability
When you’re looking
For a semblance of stability.
My heart pumps,
My lungs heave,
It’s all that’s left of me.
The nights are long walks
Back and forth memory lane,
I need to forget the sketches
So painfully etched.
And its now, its now time dillydallys,
Still as a gloomy painting of Dali’s.”

~ Bardkobik #BLUE PRINT ’14


aYour heart will bleed like squeezed fresh roses
No love, no worries.
Alone with a whole heart
And content with the damp shade of solitude’s hat
Where there is no everlasting hunger,
Pain and tears hereat shall not linger.
Hard as rock
I care not where I walk.
Deep in the coolness of well
And far from the hungry tongues of hell,
I’m selfish as evil
But free as an eagle.
I’m on my own in a stale cave
But I’ll swallow the key, for I’m safe in this cage.


The night in whole I waste in sighs,
A breath from a hole in heart drilled by presence’ absence,
An absence of presence fouling my senses.Freedom
And cum all reason in grasp I still whisper whys.
Unleashed rains of tears attempt lustre at joy,
Firm is the lasting bitterness from the bile of emptiness,
By the emptiness of the occupation of my princess
That left in her wake tattered cloy.
I found freedom in my seek.
Time has retired now, and life is debilitating.
Wish as I may I wouldn’t have her debating
As she did via her angry appetizing beak.
A gentler heart I shall wish to ever possess,
Else to the end of time hereat I shall be in distress.


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.

Vissicitudes of Silence

SilenceWithin the four walls of the world of love
Words are all a soul needs not to suffocate.
The eyes get to dialogue in some noisy silence
When the birds, wind and everyone is silent,
And the sun sits on the flat lake observing its reflection
In the fluid mirror as you and I do.
The colours of the sky comingle
To display confusion in beauty;
It is so beautiful and blissful,
And there, the eyes have a lot to say.
That is a wakeful moment
The tongue can go to sleep in.
Horror sets in a foot of cold chaos
When in a vortex of silence and agony
One is landed by the retired
Hands of the tongue of another,
When the eyes have run dry
Of beautiful things to say.
A smile is gifted solitude
And life becomes a stay in a bottle.
A poisoning plight,
More horrifying than being buried with life,
Leaving trees nearer to the lake bare
So they doubt their closeness to the lake.


Every time I see you
A fire in me burns alive,
Right in the depths of my soul
And the hills of wax melt away.

Whenever I think of you
My heart pants for you
And my soul thirsts for you,
It makes me wish God will bless
Me with you and never bless me again.

There is a certain aura
Borne by your winsome eyes,
That brings me love as sweet as nectar
And as inevitable as the fate of the soul of Hector.

My spirit is tortured
And now I’m robbed of my sleep
With my boundless thoughts
In the quietness of the sun’s absence
Cloaked by you and your seemingly shallow cares.
I believe our souls are made of a sole material
Because our souls seem united for some purpose
And I hope there will be time to fathom why
And hold communion,
Making me the favoured possessor of your love
Before the wrinkles of time hiding behind
Our youth crawls up our faces.


The walls of my heart stood hight and tall,
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?”

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