A Letter To a Friend →

It has been a quarter of the lives we should live through. A sequence of seamless times, time easy, times rough. Maybe it had it all, from times to mention again and times to be not spoken of again. You’ve been there, you will. I’ve talked about worlds past and will. To being the closest thing to my best friend, you mind stepping those shoes. Why is it that you don’t see this in a new light? My pieces of conflict and complications occur because of you. I know it, I know you, I’ve spoken to you in silence. To have explored landmarks left on the world on big cities. Doesn’t it look exciting? You enjoy being part of memories. Don’t realise how you don’t remain in only one anymore, how you’ve denied yourself to keep distances casual.  How long would it be best for us to stay in a bubble of denial. Maybe let’s meet again and revisit ourselves. Maybe this time you realise how you’ve scheduling a memory of you in many moments. There’s always a lot of world to see maybe differently. From someone to someone after endless battles with denials buried, a leap of faith to not let down again. For time has gone, with things happy and unknown, but for a seemless reality now. What if this never fades out? 

Locked Away

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Still remember the good old days in some little ways

How sweating the sun felt refreshed, how gentle were mother’s breasts

It was all yesterday when we used to walk the grassy land, feet in sand

Walked many a mile, here we stand, with Apartments in place trees, car fumes breeze, a boy, young, screams

Terror on face his, all was lost in the mist, felt his pain, he didn’t know rage, knees went weak in his cage

Had a life to live, a father to follow, lost his will, he was hollow

We still believed in the good old days that we remember in little ways

We still remember the confusion back in those days, where it was warm in many ways

A child was lost in the crowd as he did shout

Voice that went further for his age, yet it couldn’t leave his cage

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Life In A Tree

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Then you rest your head in the dark 

Feel the brush lines of the tree bark 

The tree in house garden you used to climb

Hang on the branches with dreams to grow tall and fine 

Run around in that garden no matter the sun, the fireball 

Play 7 tiles, blind man's bluff, and dodgeball 

When you run inside to have one of the mother's fresh limes

A leap to the sofa with the lemonade your mom made

Still, you sip on that with a piercing headache after wine 

Simpler days with fun, tv, and food to eat all the time 

Months ended with Sundays or family dinner nights

Months that end with weekdays and hangover sunlight

A tear in your eye as you pray to the Lord with belief and fear and faith 

Rewind a few years and your lord was the set of two, parenting, teaching and now gaining some weight 

The sunlight comes, you rub your eyes and see those tiny optical illusions 

Same were the ones when you questioned your humanness, your superpower delusions

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The blue-eyed boy

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Delightful was the weather, yet so cold 

Cozy and warm he sat, let mysteries unfold 

Moonlit window, blue outlined face his 

Features highlighted, shut were his eyelids 

Worlds of fantasy and things so wild 

Life happened to him, wasn't mild

As blue he was with the moonlight bright 

Tight his cheeks and wrinkled eyes 

A different story was told by the smile

Cold winds blew heading the north east mile

Sat there he on the couch, fire crackling

Reminiscing, he sat there warm and fulfilling 

Waiting for the dawn 

Soon enough, for him, another challenge was on

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Runaway Kingdom

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With violence and all those other feuds

When they are all that surround you

It is all just so glued 

Hard for you to even walk nude

Talking becomes a waste of time 

Even with the person who was sublime 

And all that is on the very weary mind 

Surrounded by the feuds and battles all the time

The memories are all just supposed to make sense

Of all the times that things were intense 

Thinking about it all, it's your wrists that clench 

Run back away is all that is left in the end

The walls that surround you with tunes so loud

You are just able to block away that crowd 

Some food, music and not to forget a beer 

Live alone and nothing left with fear

The quietness, bliss and the air so eerie 

No cares, fights or the slightest of worry

It is your kingdom to rule alone and no one else nearly

Who treat thy kingdom with fraud, battle or worry

In the very kingdom you found

You walk some many rounds

Rounds that cover a mile or so on the ground 

Yet you don't feel caged in the compound 

Nobody to worry or care for the farts you leave everywhere 

You feel the words getting lighter as your eyes get wider

Not as wide when you do something nasty in the shower  

When you imagine a waiting lover while you wear your trouser 

No food stolen from the kitchen so clean at night

Living alone, there is glory and much delight 

Walking back to same old feuds and fights

How pointless it seems compared to a lone movie night

Nobody to worry about or concern 

The dishes in the sink and the food undone

You should have done it, instead of the other fun

The blame is for you take with no place to run

You step away from all the feuds and fights now 

Living alone is your whole new life now

All parties are yours to handle and take 

Until the next morning when with regrets you wake or not to wake

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Memoir

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I strolled into the alleyways 

Where my father took me to Blake 

He showed me the 'garden of love' 

The garden where I grew up under his rays

Ran around in circles I

Stopped, just to my surprise 

Under my cap, stood my brother with mother

Hear now the church bells ring

With them, the poets sing

Sing along the glory rhyme 

And just going down the very line 

Saw a lady in white with a glass of wine 

Thought it to be a garden of love with Blake

Saw my sister with the wine at the lake 

They all had gathered in the wake

Mesmerised at that hazy sight of mine 

Stood by a crooked wall, I find 

How memories take us away 

How memories can never be taken away

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