Breaking Down (Into the Darkness)

Long ago i built these fences around me, to protect my soul from the vagaries of life, to hide from the wretched world that we call home, to let me be myself; i guess i got lost, somewhere along the way, because i stopped to fortify these fences, as i assumed i could never get hurt (after-all these years);

Come Away with Me

This poem is written for the love of my life. it’s been a roller coaster journey, the last few months have been, thinking about everything and everyone, except us – you and me! we used to be free, we used to walk through life like a breeze, i don’t know why, but life has been dragging

Demons

i lie here, exhausted and tired, chasing one dream after another, over here and over there; i sit quietly, alone in this room, with a smile to hide the demons inside me, trying to take control and trying to break the silence and the smile from within; one by one, i push them all away and

Waiting for the Sun

Sitting in the dark of the night, in the midst of loneliness, reminiscing over memories of the days gone by; i used to frolic around, freely and without a worry, i used chase my dreams until the end; now every second of my life, is spent battling the demons, trying to shed and escape from the shackles

Existence

i trudge along a long and winding road, with silence for company, sullen and sunk; staring into the distance, i ponder about this zombie like existence; standing along the edge, not able to give in or give up, my mind is at war with itself, and the road seems endlessly long; as the shadows merge

Insanity

As the cold winds blow from the north, a shiver runs through my spine, searching for a way to get out, i stumble back and forth into life; One moment i am marching towards the light at the end of the tunnel, Another moment i am crawling my way through darkness, eyes searching for something and

Dream (Bird Without Wings)

as the light slowly faded and the dark night engulfed the land, i sit here, hand in chin, wondering, confused, deep in thought about what it was and what might be; as the trees swayed to the gentle lullaby of the night, sleep was the last thing on my mind, restless mind and sombre thoughts