A lucid dream

I saw a lucid dream
yes I did, improbable as it may seem
the other side of the river, treasures hid

I saw a lucid dream
amidst the jungles of ire
and hazards of fire
cobwebs of a tangled past
a wreck of a ship to sail with no mast

I hear consuming noises
that shrill my belief in you
baffle my senses
lead me unawares in a swarm of tainted blue

but, am I a witness to stark change
or my eyes have swapped views
there's a bird perching on an apple tree
flowers that are yet to bear fruits
oh! its so lucid, the tale has twists to see
when, to serve my part, my destiny recruits

the dream is abrupt
I want to see more, I plead
its so splendid with eyes shut
where men are present and well, no racehorses breed

a voyage away from my pinnacle I am
they say, as if to laugh at my sight
pinnacle of misery, or oblivion, I feel
they say, the day may have doomed, stars will shine bright

a treasure of success, it claims
bemuses even meself
of all, me, a jibe at whom blue sky drains
why I bother ask, but, who'll take the pain,
who'll lend a hand to help

meadows and the seamless waters
might as well enjoy the breeze whilst I can
till my sailor mends the hailing ship
grounded already, no longer can my fortunes dip

oh! sailor, jubilant I am at your sight
my messiah to the fairer side of the waters
how the tables have turned, cometh the night
by gee, the stars are shining bright

a dark route to the fair future, respite
a tale of re kindling the lost vision
but hey, the sailor sees through the dark, how I might rightfully doubt
no offense but as darkness an ally, I haven't won a bout

ship runs into a tide, as my doubts soar
cobwebs of the thick old past
shun my conscience and lure me to roar
the sailor, I have slain, my dream shan't last

with twists, yet so lucid
the rosemary gardens, a distant sight
troubled waters, and rising tide
and how under my cloak, treasures hid

without the mentor, I can't wage through the rampant waters
this time, I have plunged into misery meself
my future sees through the windows of my past
rue my present for standing a wall between them

tides roar all night homing me to each nook and corner
with the storms I blow
the ship has nobody to stow

spanked, I was all night around
but, to my disbelief, I did make the ground
shore to the better side awaits
oh how I evaded the dark baits

As I rise my way up the turf
white feet on grey asphalt
the most impeccable fairy I see
in her whites, elegance personified

I am in her awe, there are no doubts
she is so naive, yet at heart so stout
the sailor was a rider to hell, she says
and how I was so modestly brave

we are both fond of each other now
she sings praises of defacing the sailor and how
the place is so beautiful, with flosses galore
we foster as do the flowers by the shore

then, as its panning out as I please
a day I wake up to a land of barren trees
in my hay day, I'd forgotten my plight
back to the ragged home, I am back at the @!$%#e

was it a dream
or my quest with destiny
lucid it was as none of my past
or my future, for as long as I last

Why do I still cry?

I am not pure at heart, no more
But I still want to be innocent, no less
I still feel the guilt of a child
When I cry over things, I can't find

I want to overcome
However long it takes
I don’t want no for an answer
I am ready to raise the stakes

Pardon me, my friend
For I’ve been rude
And pardon me for I will be as well
I am playing no games, neither being shrewd

I am old enough, they say
And it’s awkward when I cry
Let them say what they want to
But I’ll wail, till I hear it from you

The flowers blossom, the trees fruit
Such is the spring, this time around
If only the past hadn’t been that brute
If only the acoustics were sound

I miss the ambience that fostered me
Cause I feel worlds apart now
To its faintest resemblance, I bow
Enough said, that’s why I still cry

Paint me the Autumn Colors

Paint me the autumn colors
I'm so in awe of them
paint me, the golden streets
bathed in the rainbow's blend

Paint me flowers my friend
on the turf, and on them trees
breaking free from their strands
and posing with the shredded leaves

I'm willful when I ask you to paint
and you'd be rude to deny me
I don't want my memories to faint
paint it please, so I can look back at it with glee

No wonder, it’s such a merry sight
it may be a sight of sorrow to many
But I can feel the autumn's delight
in shredding with its leaves, its tyranny

paint me the colorful bliss
oh friend please do not refuse
paint me the morning mist
please paint me the autumn views
the season where all elements fuse

Faking a poster smile

Stifled by the cobweb of struggle
Tussling and fiddling their way through
Why then they gag and giggle
Faking a poster smile

They can’t recall when they last lived freely
This plastic smile is telegraphed really
A reassurance that they can still wear a smirk
Albeit with a nerve wrecking jerk

The wrath of being frustrated by life
Is hidden under the cloak of their veneer
Fighting for survival, as through the waters, they steer
Still faking a poster smile

By them, I mean everybody
Is faking to suit his ambience
To disguise the life that’s been shoddy
So full of regret and penance

If I had enough of an eye
To gaze past the eyes of their mind
I would urge them to try
And not just fake a poster smile

Moving along the lines of dismal truth

I just thought of this and that
Until I screwed things bad
So bad, I couldn’t help them get worse
So under this occult curse

Always a step ahead of others,
But a step behind myself
My vision of myself was in clutters
Their anarchical disposition didn’t help

Flipping the coins, spinning the wheels
I got a lot that I didn’t at all deserve
I did part with them empty streets
But not the emptiness of my verve

I am moving along the lines of dismal truth
Caring no more about the things I used to care for
It’s as it comes, albeit sweet or brute
And I will stand my ground put, as long as I can dare for

Damned be thou, O spring

The summer days are gone.
The reasons i was born
are no more, a cold darkness
left, future is a dark abyss.

It's all the same now,
Not long before i take my final bow.
This is not the way it was meant to be.
This wasn't meant to be my reality.

Long ago i used to try,
many years ago i used to cry.
The coldness inside suffocates me,
like i am where i was not meant to be,

My character will die out
but the drama will play.
no matter how i shout now,
no matter what i say.

the third act all morose
hold it now, for i know not where it goes.
the fourth arrives in all its darkness
and misery, the sadness
suffocates me.

Days will come, days will pass by
I'll sit here all alone under the moonlight
and no matter how i try
I'll watch you go like a forsaken dream.

The spring shall arrive again
and I'll shall wait here
I know u wont remember
but i no longer care.

Things I can't help regret

Weird thoughts are something I can’t help
The imperialist glimpses of glory flash
Before the eyes of my expectant mind
And of how I was plunged into the waters
And left to die, where the dearest couldn’t find

Killed as I was
My death had no meaning
Like an odd weed in the floss
No one ever regarded my feelings
Oh! My soul is still so cross

I am but a shadow of what I used to be
But to avenge, I need my life back
Like a phoenix, reincarnate me
And let me re-begin from scratch
If not my dreams, may be it’s my life that I can fetch

The reapers do come and go
But, I stay my ground put
They admire those pastures, those rivers that flow
Which I could only see, if I got out of the rut
Oh! How I rue being such a lame duck