Tattered Spirits

April 24, 2009


The hours seems endless

Darkness is the only thing here

Except the dim light from my last candle
whose consuming to exist

I thought I could write before it gone

But all I got here is an empty sheet,

And a full bottle of ink

I’m lost as my candle

I’m torn as my sad odes

He tore my heart in sunder

In love senseless game

No words could describe such a pain,

Such a shame

And oft in my solitude I sigh

And oft I remember his voice and cry

Till I heard a plea ..

I opened my window

I can see and I can hear

Other lost spirits

Walking, walking to and fro

Calling me to join them

And share them their despair

Beneath the moon’s pale beams

Among the trembling flowers,
And the forlorn trees

I opened my door

And walked towards them

I know what they are feeling

I know it all

I was one of them one day

And now I’m coming back home

I was in a dream

A perfect dream

A was in a song

A loftier Romantic one

I wrote the lyrics


He sung

He captured a picture of love

Desperately, I was in

I was in and I was weary

Weary of the state I’m in

I watched him with Eternal Lids apart

As I know that he was a Miracle

And Miracles never last

And I couldn’t keep him , just ..

For a little longer

Now he is gone

And now I woke

I woke,  Not from my slumber

I woke from my waking

Now I can let my Lids Rest ..


Hello  ..

Hello  ..

Hello tattered spirits

I’m back

We could Rest now

And enjoy our splendid tranquil Sleeping .