"WHY?"

Why can’t I drink the anger?
Why can’t the frozen lakes cry?
Why can’t the medicines of faith cure?
Why can’t the feastings get over tonight?

Why cant the shattered loyalty surface?
Why can’t the mistakes mend on their own?
Why can’t the steps retreat 2 the start?
Why can’t the seeds of pain groan?

Why can’t the dead mourn?
Why can’t the fakeness succumb?
Why can’t the life take death in loan?
Why can’t we speak when numb?

So many of the whys
I don’t want no lies…
My nerves of steel need some music
To tear off my sanity until it cries…

I need no sympathy
For so many of you will shudder;
Think of it as insane
Don’t ask me WHY it’s so simple and plain…

Why, why, why, why….?????

"HOARSE TALES OF A WHORE"

Behind the veil that she wears
She hides a gaze for she learnt to swear
She grounds her eyes, bores a hole deep
They taught her the art of promiscuous sleep
Cashing upon frozen tears
Seasonal juices she’ll lose, she fears
Mirrors will reflect the fissured skin
Yet the empty stomach prepares to commit a sin
The gentle blush upon a touch
A shriek unheard is made 2 hush
Slithering monsters grabbing by the arm
Picking and choosing the fruits of the farm

For her love is a tale
Most unheard, yet like many she fails…
A grain of sand was picked from a few
She kissed him and he disappeared like dew
In a delusion she lived and awaited
For the night to come and love satiated
The longest night in her dreams it was
A salty night silenced the pause
The lunatic days lingered for long
She heaved and sighed and played a song
Lonesome in the quilt she lay
Waiting for the snakes to hiss and throw her away

This is her journey so grim, so vague
She loved him yet died of this plague
Welcomed by the honest grave
Shell sleep forever in its arms, she’s safe
In the darkness of the day
Her eyes will decay
The moon will rise
The sun will shine
She’ll risk her flesh with an earnest mind
She’ll play the sport, before she’s blind
For Behind the veil that she wears
She hides a gaze for she learnt to swear…

sonoo manola...

"sold out body but a virgin heart, thats a whore for you all..."

my best poem ever....

"NAMESAKE"

“I searched for myself
With doubts
If I ever did exist
Or too scattered was the claim?

Was I too high
To free myself
From the fetters I carry
With the name?

I’m free but laughing
Laughing yet sighing
Coz I can’t figure out
In an acute maze of flame

Shedded tears for the namesake
Flooded ink with patience
But I’m aware now
In spite of the blame

I brave the odds
For myself, for the name
For the sense I gathered
For what they say was lame…

Left behind the flux
Held that ladybird in my hand
Made it disappear
For it too had a name…

"CAUSE ALL I KNOW.."

Fleeting flight
Careless enough not to grab a bite
Beaking the peckersome silence
Do I need a picturesque lens?

Huh..!! Not for sure…

Cause all I know is
That this grass needs a kiss
From the solemn dew
Bleaching the black sky blue

Cause all I know

You need to be pampered
You won’t get allowance to be tampered
You need solitude
To shun d world so lewd

Stirred down the core
Run along with me to the shore
Let’s crowd the strait
And give life to others as bait

Let’s soar in the sky
Hide oh no…at least try
Spread the disease of life
Slit the throat of strife

Still need the bird’s wings???
Come ill lend you my sky …

10:00 p.m.
12^th April 2007

"IN THE MORN' "

…in the morn…of hope of despair of the seasons of funfilled glare...somehow a real beautiful caricature of words from my side...!!!

Rinsing the dreams
Eyes Shy away from the sleep…
Bathing in d shallow sea
The casual lies whisper
To the thoughtless smile;
Asked it to stay…
But twas late…

Glossy rain of time…
Harmonizes with the clouded sky…
Signing me d lullaby…

Colors caricature my flight …
For the noon waits ahead of me;
Filling in d vacuum …
Screaming noiselessly…
I swim across the SILENT SEA…

Still bathing in the moonlit night…
The riddles of the stars
Is what I gaze at…

Nailing down the minutes…
The seconds slip away…
Year after year…
I watch the sun burn…
Watching it set from the bay

Walking down the forest of memoirs…
I sow a plea…
To visit thee someday…

In this hope I return…
To the SILENCE OF THE BLACK SEA…

"AND EVERYBODY HURTS.."

Scurrying thru the memories of the forgotten past
Blending the tears of the swollen heart
Stealing the moments of the dying rain
Pelting the stones on the limping mane

Don’t you know
How is it gonna be
When the hopes wither and wrinkle
Don’t you know
You ain’t my religion
Dwarfing my sky

The comfort it bestows
Won’t twinkle in the armored vows
And like the thirsty loners
You’ll escape, “will you?”
Oh the pawn of the night, o the mourner!!

Like the mist of the winter morn’
You think you’ve wandered too much
But the days are the same
Intoxicating the April rain

Don’t you know
It’s the asylum of bliss
And the grudge is all mine
Don’t you know
You are ruled out
From my realm of fable…

And everybody hurts…
Everybody hurts

"A MORTAL OLD"

Play for all you can
This life has a short span
Hold on to as many fears
To triumph over them and cheer
Collar the smoked up game
Don’t worry take all the blame
For in the end
This life will make a bend
Coz we all will wither away
In the sand, dead and decay

Coz

We’ll grow old someday
And wink at the times gone by
And looking into the mirror we’ll shy

We’ll grow old someday
And bribe the stars to let the sum shine
Discounting the present slime

We’ll grow old someday
And dance in the rain
Till the station nears, of the hurried train

We’ll grow old someday
And row our boat till the horizon
Till we scratch the deepest darkest fun

We’ll grow old someday
And shoot in the air
Proudly calling the selves as a great player

We’ll grow old someday
Minus the zest and glares
Coz the corrosion of the mortal will prepare…!!!

how queer we all will say goodbye to all of whom we love...wonder how would the last moments of life feel like...btw...with precious gasps of breath we live with...3 cheers to the mortal selves..!!!