Let Me Sleep Again

Let me sleep in my grave

Let me be a soulful slave

I can’t see the sunshine upstairs

I can’t feel my life anymore,

Let me sleep a little more.

Let me be an alien,

Let me have no religion.

I wanna evolve as a lucid dream

I wanna embrace the ocean in the deep,

It’s just a thought & let it be; let me sleep.

Let me hold you in my arms,

Let me lock your teardrop in my palms.

I’ll see that you are smiling forever my love!

No memories will make you weep,

Don’t let me go, but just let me sleep…

In your eyes, in your heart, let me sleep

In your arms, in your lap, let my love creep!

In your life, in your dreams, let me keep,

All my love, all my songs yet to reap…

Comments

Waiting for a miracle

The mirage isn’t real, the moon isn’t near, the hope, probably feeble, and life, certainly terse. A verse, has to be written to tell a story. Because this fairy tale, is getting gory. You wished for a smile, and walked through the isle, you wished for the reveries to come true. A fine friend, you expected. A flawed foe, and a marred knot, you got. While I hopefully craved for the dawn, you eclipsed into despair with a resentful scorn. Emotions began to take turns on the weighing scale. My pains versus yours, versus our trust getting frail. Giving up may not be your forte, and winning may not be mine. Deprived and devoid of love, we live together, waiting for tides to change, waiting for a sign from Above, waiting for the impossible, waiting for a miracle.

Where’s the Middle Ground?

If you are a middle-class man and married recently, there must be an incessant turmoil going on in your mind. You must be thinking, “why me?” There were times when nobody cared what you did, or said. But now, after you are married, everyone questions your decisions and actions (even inactions). You are blamed for posing a “changed” (read, spoilt ) behaviour and it is basically not you – it's because of YOUR WIFE, who has drastically changed you as per her convenience and necessities, just because you are like clay in your thirties. Anybody can manipulate you and make you their slave, right? That’s the intention of every marriage – to enslave all of “Man” kind. The mother-sister combo tries that for a particular period with all their love. To some extent they succeed without any resistance from you. Because, you too love them back equally for everything they did to you, right from your birth till your marriage. Now that you have become their most prized possession, it is nearl...

AMEETHYST

Search This Blog