Come Close

Today, I dream less…a bit less than i used to..
I try to find god…
I try to find meanings in my words,
which are long gone.
myself and parts of my soul…
that once twinkled in the sky.
Lie…meaningless.
So, dont let it go,
let it flow ..like trails of raindrops on my pane.
it pains…


Dont let my words flutter…
away like a homeless butterfly.
it may die…and fall down
with stiff wings.

Dont let me vanish…
just grab.
my words…
and pull it close.

Come Closer.

Tomake Bola Hoyeni

Chuti

From a torn note....

Pic Courtsey: Internet


As i walked passed the dark alley
I felt the cold tug of the shadows..
The screaming sirens of the city,
of the firebrigades..of ambulance...and us.
The shouts of laughter and pain.
The cornucopia of forgotten miseries..
and I walked on.

As i stand on the terrace..at the edge..
Swaying in the winds..I see a lie..
a lie..that we bear everyday..
a lie that paints us black..
with a stigma of ego and pessimism.
And i feel, the wind's mercy..and its push.

And the last thing, I remember..
are the cries of the city below me..
The hungry mob...tearing each other down..
Flesh by flesh...blood by blood.


And everything else is just one bad dream...