Well of Tears

I sat by a well of tears

Pondering over what it was

On why the tears meant feelings

Feelings devoid of thirst

My throat was parched

The surroundings green

The well swelled occasionally

And so, did my heart

Tears from the deep welled up

My eyes turned foggy and moist

My heart was dully throbbing

As she smiled a sad lonely smile

I asked her the meaning of this

But she shook her head and smiled

She said the truth was defined by its lies

And that lies added value to the truth

It is an old saying, she said

The meaning only remained

While the words were lost

As were most feelings

I asked her if the truth was real

And if it mattered to cattle like us

She looked away to the dying light

I looked at her and saw her think

She finally looked away from the light and to me

As the twilight progressed, she said that it was so

She sat quietly after speaking this and added nothing more

For nothing more was needed

I turned away to the land lay ahead

I nodded to her after a while

She did the same and turned to look

At the pastures where the cattle bred

She seemed to be lost in her thoughts

She had forgotten that I was by her side all the while

We sat in silence as the birds alone chirped

She seemed to think every word has its weight, with which I agreed

The sun was lost to a horde of clouds as the sky turned to crimson

The blood of the sky turned dark as the stars started to shine bright

The evening passed into night and we sat still looking ahead

Two people that couldn’t be more different to the last, yet braved the sordid night

Breeding an Animal

Breeding an Animal

What can hatred breed?

More hatred?

Or vengeance?

Unquenchable and inextinguishable

What can anyone do?

At things so unnatural?

Against ire so profound

That clenches onto your soul

How will voices move?

When there’s a din all around you

At whom will you shout?

And pound to death in about

Will there be any solace for the rested

Will this violence be replaced by complacence?

Will there be angels waiting for the dead?

Or just people with tears and cries by their bed?

Will there be a break in this loop

For those who are left aloof?

Can you keep away from the same hatred?

When you see the tiny hands of those you knew?

Shouting and screeching

Incessant weeping

Pounding on worn brows

People lying dead in scores

What can god do?

When the devil is your only friend?

What can love cure?

When there’s nothing left to spare?

TIME HAS COME

  

Time Has Come

The time has come

For me to dwell in the sorrow to come

The time is right

To break my bones and cry tonight

The river has flown

Across the land of rock and stone

My eyes are closed

From losing to countless rows

I dreamt today

That the sun had set again

The scars were real

That’s all I could only feel

The wind had blown

Blanking the noise as I moaned

The trees were down

My hand had grown and grown

I lost my smile

Said it would take a while

My eyes were cold

The breeze still it blew

Adieu my love

What has life got to give?

I sleep tonight

Let me go I need some light

LEECH MAN

Leech Man

Detoxification leads to remorse

Albeit alcholification is very Norse

They pound their mugs on the counter

No way could the bar-keep afford to falter

My friend is a different creature

He pretends that life is a lost wager

Refuses to talk, he’d rather sit and gawk

Sits silently swinging, inwardly humming

He rummages through his belongings

Hoping to find some form of currency

He yearns for an early drink

Only then can he think

He drinks with all his friends

He curses at life’s amends

He sips on his flattening beer

Stroking the lacquered cold veneer

He stays up all the night

Never sleeps without a fight

He swims in the swamp

Attracting leeches of the damp

He loses blood for fun

He can’t get no puns

He lives in deliberation

Heaven to him is inebriation

THE COLUMNIST

The Columnist

Detective

Yes?

A moment sir

Huh..? You’re mistaken I’m no cop

Au contraire sir

I can see in fact, that you are incognito

Your attire speaks volumes of you

You profession is also divulged by your boots

I see

What is it that you need?

I’m actually to be unseen

I thought I looked clean

Au contraire sir

Your gun is showing

Your temples are quite loudly throbbing

Your brow is profusely sweating

Alright my good man

What is it that you need?

I’m busy anyways

Hiding from the hidden

Excellent sir!

I wish you good luck!

But my matter is quite pressing you see,

There is somewhere right now, we need to be

I’m sorry

I cannot leave my post

The suspect might walk in anytime

It’s up to me to see what I can find

But sir!

There is this body!

I found it sometime ago

A young lady, dead by a harsh blow!

What!?

Take me there now my good man

I fear my post must be left unmanned

Let us make haste then

Here sir

It’s in this corner if you please

A dreadful business I’m afraid

Her pooled blood blocks our way

Female, age around thirty

Cause of death: Blunt force trauma to the head

By the position, Killer must be left handed

No foot prints or obvious mark left behind

Excusez moi sir!

Might I divulge something of real importance?

Yes, please if you may put away your recorder?

You see, I’m your mysterious killer

Good night sir

Sleep tight (Crack!!!)

Poor girl, served her purpose well

With the very same crack on her skull

THE TIMEKEEPER

The Timekeeper

I have walked past the Frozen Mountains

Mountains which had crumbled long ago

I’ve been living through many old times

I now decide where things are to go

I have walked past all the seven seas

Them; I swallowed in a single gulp

The fish, I made them stand and walk

To the holy hillocks and squat

I have walked past all humanity

I’ve watched them blame themselves

The women corrupt everything they touch

The men kill everything that walks

I have walked past divinity

I pray to God all the same

I knelt at that holy place

Till I was bathed in his light

I have walked past several tombs

Past the valiant fallen, I’ve walked

They grimaced from their graves

Their ugly features were rotting

I have walked past true love

I cried when it was lost

I regained my majestic stature

Then I begot the Wonderwall

I’ve walked past the hideous past

I walk past the painful present

I’ll walk past the uncertain tomorrow

For I am the Keeper of them all

THE DESPICABLE

The Despicable

What can I do for you?

There’s this thing that’s new

Well what do you make of it?

I don’t know it’s something sick

The leaves have begun to fall

The trees have been sick and tall

They whither their lifeless manes

Appear lifeless and disdained

My friends, I’ve seen you grow

I’ve smiled my handsome smile

You talked glibly all the while

Soon you bowed a sad goodbye

My children have come to be tall

They remember you quite well

They point to where you once stood

And sigh at the follies of man

I hope to find you some day

Any day but today is fine

I have so much to do you see

I will bid you farewell in time

You can’t walk away

You can’t seem to sway

You don’t seem dismayed

Life has always been this way

We never did quench your thirst

Now we die of the same out-burst

Our clothes are all haggard and tattered

Our eyes sunken with displeasure

My people have started to brawl

They blame each other for your fall

No one seems to notice that

They have an equal share in all

We will come to perish

We will be vanquished

Our virtues were long lost

Our doings are very vast