A Free Man

He stood before the fiery gates
To Lucifer extended his arms
A calm smile upon his face
He knew, here he belonged

His shackles bit into his flesh
Of oozing pain he cared not
The crown of thorns upon his head
His talisman, a release he found

Rivers of blood under his feet
Dark, dark stains on his hands
A list of crimes to follow him around
Souls he freed, haunting the ground

A child of darkness, pure of heart
A babe of evil, the devil's man
He lived in the night, ravaged yet free
Day loving puppets he scorned

With a tainted name he survived
Chained in a room to a pithy wall
They feared freedom, they feared his wrath
For he was charred beyond recall

True he was and honest too
For he was just what he was
No masks he wore, no blotches of color
By the living dead was he revered

Solace found in Lucifer's arms
He truly lived in the fiery world
For darkness of heart and power of mind are,
Beyond the mortal tainted whites, high above...

Little Girl at the Window

Sitting by the window
Feeling the cool breeze
Dreaming of a tomorrow
Never to be...

Sitting by the window
Gazing at the misty peaks
Wishing for a moment
To stay with me...

Sitting by the window
Listening to lilting melodies
Penning rampant thoughts
For memories

Sitting by the window
Taking in the sights
Smiling lightly at nothing
Being at peace

Sitting by the window
Being with myself
Capturing satisfaction to be
Forever with me...

The Final Goodbye

What do I say?
Do I wish you joy for shattering me so completely?
Or do I wish you luck as you embark on a new journey?
Do I hope that you find happiness elsewhere?
Do I pray that you belong to no-one, nowhere?

What do I do?
Do I smile as you turn away and wish you goodbye?
Do I congratulate you on your day and hope you enjoy?
Do I laugh and tell the world I lived through mirrored dreams?
Do I walk away and leave you in a bubble I'll never feel?

I smile, I laugh,
I run, I play
I dream, I live
But love I never will again...

Tick-tock Tick-tock

Tick-tock, tick-tock
Time's running out
Tick-tock, tick tock
There's a lingering doubt
Tick-tock, tick-tock
You can scream and shout
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Give a girly pout
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Time's running out
Tick-tock, tick-tock
What's this silly poem about?

Ride to Tarkarli

The day dawns early and the night never ends
We carry right on through curves and bends
Odes to bum(p)s and funny signals and signs
Never ending talks with beer, rum and wines
Sitting at the beach, gazing into forever
Lying on the sand dreaming of after ever
Fighting the waves, clamouring over rocks
Who cares about sweaty jackets and stinky socks
Where is my helmet? Saw my guards?
Uncaring we are not though we ride hard
Banana boats and bumper screams
Modaks relished sweeter than cream
Wishing for a dolphin, sighting shooting stars
Laughter shared over cakes, smiles never far
Zooming past fields, taking in sights
Witty conversations, silly fights
New friendships forged, old moments relived
Trust and love in camaraderie believed
We still have memories to make and thoughts to tend
Coz we are the Musafirs and our journey never ends...

Pitter Patter

The swirling clouds brought back tepid memories

The darkness evoked musical reminiscences
The flash of light illuminated hearts
The rolling thunder gave way to raging heart-beats...

A foggy night, shrouded memories
A misty breeze, cooled shudders
A light drizzle, unearthed smiles
A tiny puddle, reflected dreams

Came the downpour to wash away pain
Came the rains to play a new game
Came the memories with darkened skies
I stood there shivering, stripped of time....