The Poet

Do you hear the serene sound ,
Does the atmosphere leave you in a bedlam
Still searching for that lost soul
A dilemma that you can never come out off
The irony so pure
The rude awakening leaves you for the dead
This is your last love song
A poet drunk in LOVE

By Rags

True Love

Broken heart,bleedin red
Tainted life,blue n black
My runaway bride ,left me in tatters
Broken bridges,they cant be mend
My rides takena detour
Happiness is miles away
Realising true love
was such a big mistake

RAGS

Save Me

The weeping echoes into silence,
Dried up have all the tears
Anguish falls on deaf ears
Save me, save me

Withered away have all hope and faith, the fall
Weary to scale the heights of prosperity
Shoved in by the cold and the shadows
Cast off by the nonexistent saviour

Holding on to the waning pride
Sanity and will slip away
Empty spaces, closed doors
Betrayed and battered, he twitches in solitude
Peace he finds, eyes closed

RAGS

The End

Another petal withers away
Darkness blooms inconsolable pain
An estranged kite floats into heaven
Devoid of love or peace one wonders
Rain drops trickle down your cheek
Fading smiles and lost hopes
Eyes turn dry, yet sorrow relentless
Empty rooms whisper thou name

A moonless sky follow sundown
Hollow brooks impound the paper boats
Memories remain, teasing you
For better, or for worse ......

RAGS

This is how you make me feel

As a child, I run through the shores
Blossoms, fresh leaves in autumn
High, as the starry skies
This is how you make me feel

New tracks I’ve found to run
Of happiness and grace
Miles more I journey into serenity
Past the cloudy skies

A thousand daisies bloom
In a desert of deprived love
Submerging my sorrows, the blue monsoon that rains,
Swimming with the dolphins, rendering tranquility…

RAGS

What is life?

The melancholy sky, the painted fields
The resonating gust, the moody clouds
The strings fool around with harmonies of life
The high takes me places I’ve always wanted to visit

Down below I see the road to destiny, or is it destiny I seek
I rather endeavor the curves than the straight boulevard ordained
The pointless questions don’t embattle me
All I wanna do is string the tunes of life

CLOUDS OF DUST/ BLUE EYED GIRL(DREAMS )

Goodness gracious, where am I

Given a name, no one to call,

Vacant dreams keep you awake,

Unaware of the be wilderness,

That surrounds you in this ever glorious cloud,

Clouds of dust.

Prettier than that blue eyed girl,

Fooling you with its iniquitous ways.

Stranded on a lonely beach

Its just you and that blue eyed girl

In a world of malicious realities ……..