She came to me
In a half remembered dream
And while everything else is gone
She’s yet to leave

The sound of her voice
The various shades of her hair
The way she looks in your eyes
And all your thoughts are laid bare

A hint of sorrow in her smile
Told me it would never last
I knew she’d leave
At least we had a blast

I woke up in a daze
At the crack of dawn
I didn’t need to look
I knew she was gone

Oh, Ramona. 


Repentance of the Dim

She was young
And I was young
We were full of mischief
One day she said
She wants to hunt
But I was reluctant
We had a talk
More like a brawl
We were almost done
I was the lad
I couldn’t run
I was expected
To be the desperate one
I had no choice
And without more noise
Into the forest we went
With bow on arrow
And spear in hand
We were going to
Kill the biggest cat
Out of nowhere it came
The petrifying beast
It was the biggest boar I had ever seen
I looked at her
She was on her knees
Scared to death and crying
My life flashed
Before my eyes
And then I realised
What a shit I had been
“The man with his girl
Off to kill the biggest cat
Got killed by love
Killed by an effing boar.”
Alas with regret
I counted my last seconds
And in my mind it echoed
Why did I let her win?

Untold Stories of the West

When I was a kid,
My dad told me to grow up and be a man
I put my stuff in a bag
And left him to tend to his land

On my way,
Across the rocky terrain
I saw the most beautiful girl,
She went by the name of Elaine

She sat alone,
Near the bank of the stream
At ease alongside the water
She was the girl of my dreams

I greeted her,
With a flower in my hand
And nervously stuttered,
“You’re the prettiest girl in all of the land.”

She glanced at me
With her charming eyes
And laughed so hard
She fell into the river beside

She shrieked for help
Her eyes wide,
I stood still and yawned
She had wounded my pride

I looked in the river
And peered at my reflection
My face stared back
I must admit, it wasn’t sculpted to perfection

My face, it seemed
Was shaped like a hard boiled egg
It wasn’t good at all
But I looked perfect to beg

I felt crestfallen for a second
But then I gathered my trust
I had a lot to do
I still had that wanderlust

Day and night,
Across woodlands and desert snow
I traveled across the country
And went with the flow

Until on Midsummer’s eve
I reached a town
I will not divulge its name
But there I finally slowed down

I had heard a lot of legends about that place
That the people were corrupt, wicked and foul
And at night the place was home to
Witches, sorcerers, necromancers and ghouls

I found a room in an inn
An ordered a fine glass of Cabernet
What happened in that town?
Well, that is a story for another day

Note: I will consider posting the next part based on the feedback to this one. 




One step at a time,
One foot after the other
No more words to rhyme
No more sounds to utter

There are blisters on my feet
And lust in my eyes
A trail of blood behind me
And the memories of your lies

Your long, silky hair
And a voice that beguiled me on
Those men whom you claimed were acquaintances
Don’t worry about them, they’re gone

Here I come with bloody footprints
Albeit it will take some time
I hope you remember the amount you owe me
I assure you, I’ll take every last dime

I hope you have some last words in mind
I am not going to let this go
Your blood red lips and a hypnotizing smile
Ah, you put up such a good show

At last I stand before your door
I believe your time is come
Just let me savor every moment
Neiman, will you please roll the drums?

My thirst for revenge is over.


Do you care?
Are you afraid to share?
Do deep down you know?
Are you afraid to show?
Does it seem strange?
Do you seek change?
What does it feel like?
Is it headlights in sunlight?
Do you feel helpless, surrounded
By all this so grotesque?
Are you looking for a way out?
Don’t follow me, don’t trot about!
Why do you think so much?
Did this ever help you as such?
Go crash on the chair
And change the gear,
Feel that air as it messes your hair
Then when you feel bare
Ask yourself, who are you?


Everyday as I wake,
I try to wriggle free
Of the web of lies
that surrounds us all

With each attempt
I get more tangled
Muddled in deep
Never to be free

Caught in a loop,
With no end or beginning
Each day a futile process
To find my purpose in life

As I strive to escape
From this never ending sinkhole
With each step I move closer
But it pulls me back

As I run against the crowd
And all you zombies stare back
I seem to have no destination
But I know I’m on the wrong path

I can ever escape that sinking feeling
When I stop to catch my breath
No matter what I do
Or what I achieve

I’ll never be any different
I am human after all
As we all are,
Ghosts of the past
As we spend our lives searching for solace

I am an organism in this world
I didn’t ask to be born
And my life, does it even matter?

Its all so inconsequential in the grand scheme of things.