mother doesn't see me............

Mother knows me physically , yet she does not know me mentally . 
She sees a son she loves , but hides the one she hates . 
Simple words exchange between us and she caressed my hair not knowing that our thoughts prevail on different lands .Strangers from the same blood the same heart separated by thoughts. Mother does not see me she only shes my shadow . She wonders if she has gone blind when in reality she covers her own eyes as if to remove her hands and find the child she imagined she would have . Mother face me like you face everyday you take on as a single parent . Let me show you what a good child i've become when really im imperfect . 

SWEET DREAMS

, 

Wake up sweating in your bed
Hear the screaming of the dead. 
Through the vents the spiders crawl, 
In seconds covering every wall. 

Get up, get out for fear has struck. 
You scream and shout but you are stuck. 
Paralyzed with fear you are, 
But it's not over, not by far. 

Up your body, to your chest, 
Hairy legs stampeding. 
Eyes open wide with great protest, 
Heavy shallow breathing. 

Finally you can move again, 
Eight legged beasts now at your chin. 
To the floor, dart out your room, 
Ghastly moaning figures loom. 

Don't look now, but bats are swarming, 
Papers whirling, winds are forming. 
Doors are opening and closing, 
Skeletons walk, so imposing! 
No hope now, the dead are stirring, 
Walls are bleeding, fiends are lurking. 
cross the walls, the creatures climbing, 
Chilling sounds of children crying! 

Heart is pounding, pulse is racing, 
Vision turns from black to red. 
Hit the ground in horror crying, 
Wake up sweating in your bed.               
                    

WHAT  IS  OUR  RELATION?...

When I look at you its like we both see something that we like;
But quickly we turn our heads like our eyes are blinding lights;
Inside our minds we think about the possibilities for new heights;
But the fear of failure stops us for we think that its too right;
Girl its hard for me to say it but I think that you're the one;
My heart burning for your love intense like heat from 1000 suns;
And it seems like it won't stop. What is this an indication?;
Yes of course I cannot rest until I find out our relation;
Perfection within my arms reach and my heart is even closer;
I don't see you that much but when I do the time moves slower;
I don't know what this means but I have great expectations;
What am I to you, I want to know our relation?;

"Seduction"

The first time I laid my eyes on her
I felt an electric charge cut through my heart.
I stood frozen in hypnosis
By the sight of her, 

Then I said to myself                     What is this feeling over me?
What could it be, this wonderful feeling I have?
\I couldn't figure it out,
Nor could I grasp it.
But it felt so soothing and comfortable;
It made me feel
Increasingly warm towards her.
It may have been seduction by her.

The Naked Lady

I studied the strides of her restless feet.
They had the rhythm of a distant song.
Elegant, graceful, but out of time.
She is the model of a faith, tailored to suit her mortified body.
Her daily prayers and fasting are
But to bind and cast into the abyss of denial;
The twin smooth demons called Age and Death.
And as a rite of accomplishment,
She discards a dress after each meal.
I heard her sang and giggled to a nursery rhyme,
With a voice as primitive as a shadow.
She is as hysterical as a siren; seeing wolves in her own shadow.
Yet like Santa, to the naive, she is an idol.
This morning, she offered me some clothes.
Stained at each collar by the undeniable fingerprints,
Of the ghosts of prosperity and blissfulness.
"Here, cover your poor body with these". She said.
And as grateful as I was for her kindness,
I stared at the noble lady and wept. 

                                IT'S  ALL IPL........

Some say it should go burn in hell
That the money leaves a really bad smell
  But hit and giggle
  Or shit and piddle
It's here to stay the IPL.

From countries far and wide
Come players with heaps of pride
  But if they fail
  You'll hear them wail
For there is not anywhere to hide

The cheques books come out
The auctioneers will shout
  Some Players get bought
  Some others get naught
The IPL now has such clout

The turn-styles are all in clamour
The Batsmen are using the hammer
  They go for the big six
  Bowlers try their new tricks
So cricket is married to glamour

Should cricket become this glam
When the ball is met with a blam
  hit way in the air
  didn't see you there
Sorry about that Maam!

.........

PURPOSE

                                                 

PURPOSE

I feel lost in emotions unknown

surrounded by others but clearly alone
my tears can be heard through aches and moans
while the pain seeps beneath my skin into the bones
I act as a Ronin covered with scars
I love in prison that doesnt carry the bars
my journey forever as purpose taunt
when I suddenly realised that PURPOSE is all want..

THE BLISS IN HER EYES

  THE   BLISS   IN   HER  EYES...........

the moment i looked into her eyes,
all I could see is bliss
after that , I took a moment to realise.....
this life I live is a mess.

what may I offer her ?
When I hate the man in the mirror..


.....I thought to myself...

The bliss in her eyes turns up to mean nothing
what can I offer her?
When all I can see in the mirror is nothing

Pinnocchio story goes , I just want to be a real boy...
How can anyone except me to be proud of myself?
When those closest to me aren't even proud of me....


Wise man say one day you will find your way,
that one day just seems so far away...


there is no amount of money,
that may fill this emptiness in my heart

Or free my mind out of this jail
out of this materialistic hell


there is no one that can ever understand my misery
Simplicity, now seems so complex to me

All alone , I have no where to go.
Not a single  ear out there I can confide to
 and cry  amongst  my treasured friend



Unfortunately even the tears that flow my eyes
mean nothing
Darkness, has engulfed my eyes
All I can say is nothing,


All that life alltering moment however
when I saw the bliss in her eyes...
I felt alive again


know , she brought an ounce of hope into my life
I saw the light again..

THE   BOY   WHO  LIVED....

stars dwindled over the dark of night

silent footsteps towards a door with light 

a quite incantation to release the hold

into the house and out of the cold

no spells of protection could change fate

as a flash of green illuminated his face

horror slithered into the locked room

 a mother who will die soon

she gave her child a few last wishes

brushed his hair and gave him kisses

 she stood before the lord of snakes 

and looked toward's her baby's face

a tear in her eye as she smiled in her last breath

maybe knowing that for him it hadn't ended yet...