Grey heart

It was cloudy.
Dawn and dusk looked the same.
Sun rays in vanity,
Everything looked grey.
What's beyond can't be seen.
The dim silence silencing my heart,
the matching rhythm,
the grey rhythm.
A  call for clarity,
but just a cold wind.
A call for light,
just a lamp post.
Fed up with whines,
the heart which is numb,
takes all the pain,
sees all the light,
felt all the vain,
yet loves the grey day,
the most.
It doesn't give clarity,
but gives the hope for a change.
It shows suffocation,
but also shows survival.
It plays the faint song
a grey heart sings...

Hers...

Not for you, not for me
And not for bucks.
She does it for herself,
to get herself out
Into the world.
Something drives her
into this expression.
And nothing seems to
stop her from doing it
because then she ceases
to exist.
Until she is alive,
The art lives
in her,
through her and
lets her live.

Can I be the one all the time?
Can I love the same person all the time?
Must I be happy all the time?
Are tears always bad?
Does darkness always mean cold?
Is the truth always hard?
No.
Nothing matters at the end of the day.

Spot light...

The moon is shining
I feel like am on a spot light
with no human to judge me..
All my thoughts are finally
reaching the infinity and beyond..
I am stinking of sweat and
dirt, the ones I enjoy the most,
the ones I am made of...
The wind adds to it a
touch of everything...
The light and dark,
tall and short, all looks the same...
The ground feels real,
grainy with impressions on the foot...
The lost sound reaching my ear...

Grey

It's so grey, Everything I see,
So lifeless.
It's like the entire world
is mute.
The same road everyday, eyes
running towards the next
second.
Maybe the only change it has seen
is this piece of writing.
The grey is deadly,
makes me feel empty
like a broken piggy bank.
It makes me search for
things that lie in my past,
people that I miss.
Above all, in grey,
I miss myself...

Reborn

It's so hollow,
what you see...
The walls even echo
to the sound of bee.
The flesh is red
but it's dark inside!
Thoughts bouncing around
like blind bats!
The sea is right beside my toe
And the sky at the back of my eye,
the embers of the day
emptying the soul...
Reborn today to
fly tomorrow...

Four sisters...

There were four sisters
all close and loving.
Each got families to
pamper, handcuffs pity them!
Grievous and joyous, the
holidays left, they met
And met again!
Some had gold, some
had rubies, some had
diamonds and it mattered!
The love is lost in
dirty fights and petty thoughts!
No one knew the end.
They don't talk, never met.
Victims were their children,
with empty hearts looking
out for others in vain...