When the Past Calls.....

 

He lied on the lush grass

Contemplating about his life

When he heard a melancholy song

That drew him in and like a fluid flowed in his mind

 

The words of the song reminded him of a past

That was now dead and forgotten

Hidden in a forbidden land

That no one sane dared to trespass

 

The plaintive song struck his heart strings hard

A lump formed in his throat

Making him cough hard

The tune started to sting ripping his ears

He felt as if blood was spurting out from within

Dysphoria wrapped around him like a venomous shroud

While he jerked in hysteric directions

Like a madman he shouted

Lord! Save me! Save me!

 

As the song came to a halt

He tried to regain his calm

Tears burned at the back of his eyes

Through excruciating pain

He remembered the words of the Psalm

“Even though I walk through the valley

of the shadow of death

I fear no evil, for you, are with me”

As he strengthened his resolve

Shoving away his dreaded past

And continued his lone journey

On an unknown, less travelled path

 

When the past calls

It makes him stumble and fall

Subtly poisoning his conscience

Inch by inch breaking his resilience

Making him dead and hollow

Through every passing mile

 

"My Sins"

 

O! My love, O! My sweet

I ask thou to slay me

For my sins have hurt thee

Allow my slaughtered body to lie in thy feet

 

Futile is my existence

I feel like a nonentity

As my unholy deeds

Have bruised not just one but many

 

I am the reason behind the tears

Which trickle down thine eyes

I am the one whose malice

Has caused this apocalyptic tide

 

O! My love, O! My sweet

Thy honey smooth skin

Is covered in blisters because of me

I beg thy sacred soul to rupture my grotesque heart!

And wing it in a far off sea     

 

"Pride"

 

Something was eating his insides

Unaware of this truth he walked down the aisle

Considering himself and his manners the best of all

Exhibiting the classical demeanour of the aristocracy

 

Narcism ripping off his prudence

Vanity had shaken his wisdom

It had stripped him off his rationality

Trapping him in a maze of false pride

Forgotten he had his felicity

 

His eyes looked at the populace in disdain

Ostentation surrounded him from every corner

And it was not long before

His ego, he was not able to bear

 

In the pool of self importance

He had lost his near and dear

Affectation had vexed his nerves

Affliction which was unknown till now

Became a very close friend somehow

 

A huge county he may own

But its use was not known

As there lived no one he loved

Except his pompous soul

 

Lost in his thoughts he wondered

What had caused such turmoil?

That was when he reflected upon his selfish ways

Diamonds, rubies, emeralds

May fancy your psyche

People's praises may raise your stature high

But n'er should they turn you into

A conceited beast who receives

From the world hate, hate and only hate.....

 

"Boys don't Cry"

 

Smiling, laughing, jumping

Beaming with extravagant light

He ran through the meadows hoping

That his father would take him to the wonder Park tonight

 

But his father couldn’t make it

Since he had a night shift

And little Jimmy couldn’t resist

His innocent tears from dripping

 

He tried hard to pull his tears in

But they shamelessly slipped

His mother patted his back asking him

To be a strong guy

As according to her and this Utopian world

“Boys don’t cry”

 

Young Jimmy walked with a sore eye to his house

After getting bullied by Big Barry Fry

His father asked him to man up and stop being a mouse

As according to him and many a folks alike

“Boys don’t cry”

 

He smashed the ball into the goal

Leading his team to victory

And flung into his father’s arms

Wishing to achieve his sympathy

 

Adolescent years passed by

Times came which made him want to cry

But he had to hide his tears

As according to this ideal world

“Boys don’t cry”

 

Time passed

His dreams did shatter ripping him apart

Devastation gripped him breaking his heart

But still he pulled his tears back

He had to try!

Because according to this flawless world

“Boys don’t cry”

 

The summer of ’59 brought him lady luck

But who knew, innocent Jimmy

Had turned into an evil schmuck

Bruising his wife to death

Gave him eternal peace and rest

Making up for all those moments

Which were supposed to be dry?

As now even according to him

“Boys don’t cry”