an empty husk

 an empty husk,life is

with all sounds around

still silent from within

 such a hollow dream

full of colors and 

still so pale

beats still so round me

just not in me

full my life seems

if full is the emptiness

full of the music around

just not that inner chord

all these dazzling lights 

blinding me ,allighting me

still  dark is in me

but still i dance 

ignorant of all ,

the dance of doom

broken shards

That broken shards of glass

akin to our broken hearts

with people dying ,

just another terrorist attack

is life so cheap,

to be rent apart 

like a useless rag doll

what have we become

just a new mute species

to the violence all around us

slaughtering and slaughtering

what's our own to love

the tinkering of coins

seem  better than love

is it what is human life? 

to just avenge and revenge

just earn and lavish

like a machine minting coins

let half be naked

for the sake of fashion

while others shiver 

due to cold weather

what are we ?

some demon or an angel?

faith

    you were there ,as i waited 

    for the day to end,

    for me only, when

    i had lost all the hope,

    that slight flickering 

     of eyes for me, giving me hope

you were always there, when i

wanted for my grief to

overwhelm me

when i felt that,

slight touch on my hand

pulling me out of the blundering hole

  

is it just for me?

you were there 

holding me back

that beacon of hope

for me lost in 

the dark dreams of world

the journey's still too long

for my heart to rejoice

 be with me

without any one to interfere

the circle still goes 

and goes......

lone and drenched

lone and drenched ( poem)

I stand alone,
broken and shaken,
down on my knees,
life's too bad for me

beneath the dark me,
forlorn and alone,
full with my defeats
life's a perpetual hell for me

life's such a bitter sweet experience
it's so lonely, wet in patches
glistening me with the grief of my own
its such a hollow heart
with all the feelings last to beyond

here still i see me standing
stagnating drowned
drenched ,in the confusion of my own,
is it again,the same old
chains pulling at me

and now,i still have to walk
alone , though but with a resolute of my own
life cannot be heaven but at least
some better for me

to wade me through,
to sail me through to
the shore,
to my own end