Lyrical Melancholy

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noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Tue, 09 Oct 2012 21:03:00 +0000

Pitch dark smoke rises
Against grey tide,

Our gathering awaits,
Broken; moist eyed.

I no longer inhabit me,
Cursed and weak;

No longer is my spirit
Contained in me, meek.

I’ve shed these clothes
I’ve donned too long;

I’ve quit this world,
I’ve sung my song.

The last breath, borrowed
Called you to me.

The last words for now
Were echoes of nee.

I can sleep hereon under
Earth’s blanket warm,

I’ve been silenced now;
A quieter, unruly storm.

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Leave

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Tue, 09 Oct 2012 02:16:00 +0000

Leave like the birds in the morn,
Fleeing to a sunnier vistas,
Leave like winters that pry into
Warmer, steadier climes.

Leave the home, you made mine;
Make it empty yet again,
Empty- akin the promises made,
Empty, like my emotions now.
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Random-1

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Sun, 07 Oct 2012 05:00:00 +0000

And now awake in thoughts, I see
Explained - a lead heart and a light head,
For while the hours shall console me
Awake, by her, alone on my bed.

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Inhale

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Sat, 06 Oct 2012 06:31:00 +0000

I had forgotten the grey,
The dark of rising smoke-
Light form, dark nature.

I had forgotten the fire,
The blaze at the lit tip-
Smoldering, sputtering.

I had forgotten the warmth,
The coal pot ignited within-
Expansive, compressed.

I had forgotten headiness,
Losing oneself to find escape-
Evasive, uncertain.

I had forgotten the first rush,
The strong vapor burning-
Rising, dragging.

I had forgotten the feel,
The clasp between two fingers-
Textured, wilting.

I had forgotten the bow,
The head, accepting fire on lips-
Breathless, inhaling.

I had forgotten death,
The goodbye at the end of this-
Fiery, waiting.

But now I remember,
And now I accept,
And now I inhale
And exhale each breath.

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So..

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Thu, 04 Oct 2012 03:15:00 +0000

So...

What of the brewing and bubbling,
And brimming over of affections
That so clearly have you searing them
With fiery distance now?

What about the scars you hid all day;
The scars that were kissed, and
Only seemed to heal in touch,
Are hidden again now?

What about the tears you shed
Quietly, in the unseen corners
Through distraught corners of eyes
Wiped clear now?

What about the shared fragrance
That titillates in your absence,
Shamelessly obtuse to my pain,
Only more now?

What of the bottle of lotion white,
Resting restless upon my shelf,
In parting of your touch and smear;
Another lotion now?

What about the strands of hair
That pillows held back as memoirs,
Or taunts, that taunt in my sleep,
Additional now?

What about the books that lie
Dog-eared, bookmarked - idly,
In wait of fingers that folded them
To unfold now?

So...?

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Gangster

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Wed, 03 Oct 2012 11:45:00 +0000

It wasn't the cold bullet
That pierced my heart,
Or the fact that you shot it;
It wasn't the motive,
The madness or the mart,
Whence you'd once bought it.

Many a blood drop had I spilled,
To see you spill but none.
Many a mean soul had I killed,
If fate cruelly had some fun.

It was none of these I died from,
None had potency, quite none ;
If only I'd heard the wise, some,
If only you weren't the one

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Dwelling

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Fri, 28 Sep 2012 09:11:00 +0000

It leaps in me and grows in time,
Your heart; for now and ever is mine,
I guard it well, I do my part,
I guard your heart, with just my heart.
It grows each day, this heart oft swells,
It makes more room for yours; here dwells.

Break it, you may; I'll take that risk,
I'll trade my beat for a beat more brisk.
Push me away, and I'll stand in line,
I'll wait for years, I'll bide my time.
Tear me apart, I'll smile through the pain,
I'll rebuild our house, you'll love me again.

We live only twice- as I, and as we,
I'll await our second union to be.
You walk away now; I'll mark your retreat
And when you return, my heartache will fleet,
Sleep will return, I seek it only here;
I seek it to forget you aren't yet near.

Yet.

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I’m worried..

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Thu, 13 Sep 2012 10:01:00 +0000

I'm worried..

I'm worried that if you don't hear my voice, you'll forget the love that it bears when it calls your name..

I'm worried that when I see you next, you may not recognize me with my face torn by our separation..

I'm worried that people will know what a gem I've found, and they'll fall in love with you too..

I'm worried the rain gods will pour down to hide my tears, so much that our cities would flood..

I'm worried that my insanity would drive me when your love doesn't temper it down..

I'm worried the smell, that allure that draws me to you, will change in time..

I'm worried that the heart that echoes your name in each beat, will stop sometime..

I'm worried the distance will make you forget these times that I've loved you true..

I'm worried that time won't let you forget the distances we've made sometime back..

I'm worried if before my life returns, my breath shall collapse to a stop..

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Shame

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Wed, 29 Aug 2012 16:53:00 +0000

It's a shame I cannot tell you
Of the things I tell myself-
The restless dreams,
The hopeless yearn
For unforetold days.

It's a shame I cannot share
Freak joys that are abound-
The littleness of the big,
The largeness of the small
And our lives thereupon.

It's a shame you will not know
This ode I write of you-
The miseries of hearts,
The joyful dances too
In broken entwine.

It's a shame you cannot say
More than you do now-
The flicker of approval,
The ticker of skipped beat
In a quelled heart.

It's a shame we cannot be
Otherly to written fates-
The sameness of tomorrow,
The newness of past days
And our grind amidst.

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Him

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Fri, 03 Aug 2012 16:32:00 +0000

Upon a clear morn I set out

To find the self I’d lost for long.

No further had I gone than

The stream that passes near

The structure that houses me.

I looked upon him clear as ever,

Staid yet in the flowing waters.

He looked back in equal intensity,

It seemed like I was the illusion,

And he who stared back, reality.

I tried to reason, to talk with

Sense that years brought in effort.

He would not listen; plainly put,

He spoke only when I chose to say

A few words and sought fewer.

Playfully around me, was all else-

The air, the birds, the fish et al

Unaware, blissfully, of conflicts

That reflect upon a clear stream,

But alas, only for so long today.

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Delay

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Sun, 10 Jun 2012 14:23:00 +0000

Let it be so, I'll wait some more,
I'll wait my time outside your door.

Days I've spent with your visage to keep,
A few more I'll wait, a little more I'll weep
For keeping away, isn't easy and yet,
Knowing the grounds that fate hath wet,

I’ll await the fragrance, lilting divine,
I will wait my time, till you'll be mine,
But till then await His mercy from above,
Till then bear mine; uncontested love.

Morn

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Tue, 05 Jun 2012 01:35:00 +0000

Bent akin the light that flows
Upon her, and hence, gently shows
The radiance of the one I sought,
The girl I loved, affections fraught
With perils, that hence the world will throw,
And yet, we’re the union of two, we know
Best to make each morn, day count;
To begin to store little joys we’ve found.

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No more

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Wed, 28 Mar 2012 15:43:00 +0000

I have moved on, and more so
Today, than I shall let you know
Ever. There is no more any affection;
Only pity - my own for my own affliction.

I no longer love you like the light of the day,
No more do I dance with the winds that sway.
I no longer think of you when I first awake
Or reminisce fondly the faces you would make.

No more is there allure of black hair radiant,
No more are words innocuous, belligerent.
No, I do not love you any more and yes,
Today this much I will dare confess-

I do not think of you when there's a breeze,
When someone calls me, I do not yet freeze
In hope, that somehow it might be you
Calling me rare, in those fond names, few.

I think no more of your head on my chest
Laying in moments that time had blessed,
I no longer yearn for those starry night skies
Or the gaze that was similar from thine eyes.

There is no more love, I do not regret,
Only attempts; futile in trying to forget.
No love, I do not remember you,
And yet, somehow cursed, I still do.

Dream

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Tue, 14 Feb 2012 02:04:00 +0000

I awoke today from a dream so sweet

Echoing her love in our unseen tryst.

But then, awake, our eyes did meet

And tears that flowed were joyful mist.

Hours that passed by like a haze

Leaving only sweetness, lingering behind.

Her fragrance notched up my craze,

Lost in the feel of our moment's find.

Bundled in my arms, she lay without start

And yet, her heartbeat would now tell-tale.

Staid, on my chest beat her affable heart,

And lips turn crimson from a dull pale.

Frozen forever, this moment in time

For it is only love that could live this day.

Relive it, each day, sweet mind of mine

For only this memory shall strengthen my stay.

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Make..

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Fri, 10 Feb 2012 04:07:00 +0000

Make your name just a word to me,

For utterance only makes me see

You, smiling, and willfully so,

And a pain you try not to show.

Make your thought just that for me,

A thought that will now let me be

At peace; I seem to know it less

Since the moment, love, I did confess.

Make yourself just a person I knew,

For failed attempts have strengthened you

In my head, heart, forever your own,

Pervaded soul and a spirit torn.

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Dare..

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Thu, 02 Feb 2012 16:09:00 +0000

Dare to dream beyond the moment at hand
To stand through, strong, and perhaps just stand.
There is none to hold, nor stand by your side,
Fight alone, if the gods must claim your hide.

Dare to go beyond the well-lit roads,
Beyond the paths that draw the hordes.
Lost perhaps, but on such walks alone,
You shall find your voice; true and own.

Dare to fight for the ones you hold dear,
For love can perhaps banish their fear.
But should you fail, and their fear takes over,
Pick your self up; and heal, perhaps slower.

Dare to fall; in love, at work - just to fall
And yet not wiping off your smile at all.
For tears only weaken the soul you housed,
And in one go, blazing spirits are doused.

Dare, if you must, to smile again,
Conceal every ounce of withheld pain.
He shall guard your heart, ever steadfast,
For His soul will live on, when he has passed.

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There is perhaps nothing stronger than the human spirit. And yet, there seems to be nothing as fickle as the human mind. They are constantly at war, these two. And usually, we let the mind win. We let the world get the better of us, we let the rules dictate our conduct, we let our egos clash with our emotions, we let our love clash with our expectations, we let our dreams clash with reality.. To dare to let conduct, emotion, dreams and love move you.. And perhaps then, you have dared to live..

Guilty

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Wed, 04 Jan 2012 10:24:00 +0000

Forever stirred by the sight of my love,
I wait in realms of the unreal today.
Ethereal, she float into the room and how
Thousand eyes could not draw me away.
She shone, like the gold that morns bring
To a hopeful and un-triumphant soul.
She moved, like royal coronations in spring,
To each queen, another regal role.

What heavens have conspired today,
And what were they stressed to do?
What numerous love gods were at play,
When they gleefully hath blessed you?
For oft did my heart skip and leap
And oft did it sing out aloud,
Happy tears, love did once weep;
Consoled in the throes of a crowd.

Drenched hair, bathed in prurient light
Playfully flirt with the breezes around.
Oh, the dark tresses that beckon the night
And silence here, each whisper and sound.
Quiet room; bustling with noise and still
Nothing else can be heard or seen,
Bent and broken, my strongest will,
By visions of a little morning queen.

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Distance Zero

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Fri, 09 Dec 2011 17:15:00 +0000

You walk ahead, shawled; I quietly follow
A waft of your perfume drags me along,
How long have I been insane, I’d never know,
But today even silence echoes your song.

Words have no need; no time and no space
For either, the distances amidst us suffice
Their need, and on this path, at your pace-
Paused, if ever such need should arise.

Gently, the mellow of your voice lilts
To where I stand, breathless, immobile.
Heady breezes split your cascading stilts
And time, space seem to matter awhile.

I watch in wonder alone, here as we stand
Away, and yet as one; unseen, unknown.
Tantalized air, gurgles in utter disband;
Tempted, yet I stand quiet, and alone.

You do not yet see the eyes that watch
From the eyes that you see with now.
Nor yet know each mark, each notch
Which your feet make upon my love.

A bond, emboldened no space can sever
Nor time can weaken should it try.
Distance zero; here I shall live forever,
And here is where I shall once die.

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A rumination of the concept of ‘soul mates’. Separation, time, space – they all seem to be rendered irrelevant to such two souls. The poem tries to describe this elation in one soul which is aware, while the other one is not.

Asleep

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Sat, 26 Nov 2011 01:38:00 +0000

My breath is lighter now - slower,
Deliberate. For I nestle your head
Upon the chest that holds my heart
That beats stronger - chant, hesitant.

Time is slower, this moment pauses,
Watching us in silent awe; passes
By in haste, brushing your hair yet
Gently, to pass to you, a shiver.

Your embrace is warmer, odd yet
That you tremble in a loving quiver,
And sounds that travel the air, now
Wait, to evoke a hum - response.

I too await, wide-eyed, in total
Disbelief, that you rest in my arms
Quietly; upon the chest that holds my heart
Beating surer - chanting your name.

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The break..

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Fri, 11 Nov 2011 18:49:00 +0000

Dear All,

I had decided to take a break from writing for sometime. Somehow, holding back from writing is not something I can do. Hence, I return to my world of rants and lyrical melancholy.

P.S: Next time I do anything like this, slap me! :D

Summer rain

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Sun, 06 Nov 2011 14:25:00 +0000

Crescent drops serenade her body
Cascading streams that flow in grace,
Caught in the mirth, momentary,
Cry a joyful tear; almost her own.

Radiant skin in the afterglow of rain,
As forged in the molten light of the sun.
Charm; she wears and owns as a gift
Bestowed by humbled, human gods.

A beat follows her steps; gentle
But joyful, pattering in noisy delight.
The ground awaits each one she takes,
Matching tempo, with crisp hums.

Strands of hair hold out the proof
Of her trot in the summer rain,
Yet, give up effortless; those pearls,
Plain with her touch they were graced.

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Memory

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Mon, 19 Sep 2011 12:28:00 +0000

Beyond the sheen of a hundred faces,
Your light to me each moment races,
It wasn't as hard; this falling in love,
But I misjudged the plans he made above.

I miss you so much it hurts to breathe
Each moment; your voice, words I need.
A lucid recall of the walk we shared,
Silent pauses, that two souls bared.

I only do what the moment will speak
Though often it echoes of my will, now weak.
But trust my love, for I do this to see you
Once more in memories that senses will brew.

A perfume that lilts across the room,
Free flowing hair that flows like a loom,
Your shy eyes, blinking in rapid light,
A smile that radiated day in the night.

Those hands I yearn to hold just once
The wind in your hair on your walk, your runs.
The cheeks that blush, askance for a kiss
The nose that cringes; brings upon me, bliss.

Only memories I hold, as I push you once more
Our lives, my weakness; forced knees on the floor.
A million reasons that see us drift apart,
But just one that binds me to your pristine heart.

Separate, we must, but mind only this-
Each moment of joy will only you miss,
When a gentle gust brushes your cheek,
Know that it is my affection meek.

When a small smile radiates across your face,
My prayer, my love, are trying to keep pace.
If you cry, and the corners roll a pearl tear
I cry here too; out of love, out of fear.

I cannot forget you, I will not even try
I will not dismiss our love as a lie.
For it moves me beyond any words will know,
And my love, my dear, is more than I will show.

Beyond the sheen of a hundred faces,
Your light to me each moment races,
It wasn't as hard; this falling in love,
But I misjudged the plans he made above.

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Words

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Sat, 03 Sep 2011 04:25:00 +0000

Unfair, the moments and their call sublime,

Shaken, the spirit in the vessel of time,

Words now fail me, I care not to write

Unwritten letters on blank pages fight.

I look to describe her with words aware,

But seek a word much fairer than 'fair'

Much better than 'beauty' can ever dare say,

And therein my words have lost their way.

Hurt, is her heart and the pride it houses,

Attempts that worsen the fire that douses

By itself, if time would let her just see

She's love, laughter, she's spirit, she's glee.

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Stranger

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Mon, 22 Aug 2011 13:41:00 +0000

If you could only see my day start in your thought,

You would spare a moment to do the same.

If only my staid eyes did once get caught,

You would ask to find out my first name.

If a moment’s passing tide should stir your mind,

You could fathom my moment’s pain.

If a breeze should graze your neck from behind,

You would bless all the wishes I’d lain.

If in random beat, you find a step coy,

You could sense my wonder watching.

If just the sound of your name brings joy,

You should see my heart oft leaping.

If only our worlds were not set earlier,

You would know me for who I am, truly.

If only this thought, were in life lovelier,

You would possibly love my love duly.

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Under

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Mon, 15 Aug 2011 05:56:00 +0000

What real visions do the moments show
When perchance I recall your face,
Knowing, what the common do not yet know,
Succumbed souls to an inglorious race.
I watch from beneath the earth, that has me
Warm, staid; only dust below the dust.
Lost souls that clamber into a mediocrity;
Even of resilient steel, now gather rust.

I care not much for the travails of the lost
Or the journeys they make with willful glee,
For only one can be worth the price it has cost,
The price of her future; the will to be free.
Death, just, has snatched me from the one,
Who made all the efforts worthwhile seem,
She awakes in the cold, shudders in the sun;
Praying for the break of this morbid dream.

From beneath the sod that covers me whole,
My prudent heart reasons this turn.
In wonder of this turn and fate's cruel role,
That I lie here lifeless; and yet I burn.
For when the burn stops and I shall be free,
The Gods will guard you, till your heart will tame.
Knowing the short term of an eternity,
Eternal, my joy; if you should call my name.

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Life gives you chances to take choices for granted, Death is more just..its nearly the same to all. We are so involved in the rat race that consumes us, that we forget the ones we live for.. This poem is about that perspective..