‘Why do we fall in love?’

‘Why do we fall in love?’,

God was asked one day.

He sat in silence

Perturbed at what to say.

‘Love is the cleanest and simplest feeling on the Earth’,

He started with a little frown on His face.

‘It doesn’t need a reason,

Nor does it care about repercussions.

It comes unexpected

And delights people with its taste,

Making them subconsciously understand

Why I created the world and so diversified life

And put them together in the center of my heart.’

‘Split’

Not even sure who I have been

A stranger is now the person I was

Open in my closure I admit

That she is dead and I am alive

 

Soon I will find that memories and thoughts

May still linger somewhere inside

But what are they? – meaningless crap

Piled up in somebody else’s mind

 

And maybe the person that I am

Will someday die as well

Just to give life to a new

Creature of its kind

 

So if my mind keeps on changing

And twisting at times

If my heart’s pounding seems different every time

Then how can I guess and realise the truth about

Who or what am I?

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‘Worm corpses’

Hundreds of worm corpses

Floating reluctantly on the surface of the deathly waters

Left in oblivion

Left without a clue

How to pass away with dignity

Do we really know?

‘Artistic Lunacy’

I’m walking on a sunny day

Delighted to have sunlight on my face,

Pleased to have my say

By writing. On starry nights I glance into space

While the two worlds mix with each other.

A sudden feeling of discomfort, inexplicable.

I’ve got thoughts to gather

But they all split, it’s undeniable

Something’s been watching me

For a long, long time

From behind that cherry tree.

Have I committed some crime

I’ve written about?

I can see the light

Which is coming out

From my inside…

What a mad suicide!

Normal for lunatic poets

Who put their sorrow aside

By drowning it in the muse’s sockets.

 

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‘Door’

There was a closed door.

But people wanted more

Than they could see.

 

Once the duke said, ‘I implore

You to finally open that hapless door.’

No one dared from the assembly.

 

‘Got to see what we can score!

We want more than our lore,

We want never – ending glee!’

 

Then the key was found, so small.

‘Does it match the big keyhole?

Let us try and see!’

 

Squeaked the hinge as people roared,

‘Now it’s opened, that door,

And who did it? – we!

 

Now let’s see what we’ve come for.

Oh, some will have to crawl

Under our feet!’

 

Then the light from behind the door

Dazzles muzzles as they grow

And turn profoundly green.

 

Greedy trolls, now they should know

What that ghastly punishment is for!

Nothing – you all mean

 

Without your soul,

Without that door,

Nothing else will make your heart beam.

‘Dreams and Love’

Melancholy

In the lapse of time

A sweet slow fall

Soft notes of music

Drag me into a slumber

And I dream of you

I dream

And I wake up

You’re still there

You’re still there, in my heart

So I surrender

 

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‘Dreams and Love’

Melancholy

In the lapse of time

A sweet slow fall

Soft notes of music

Drag me into a slumber

And I dream of you

I dream

And I wake up

You’re still there

You’re still there, in my heart

So I surrender

 

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