I am glad for those foggy nights,
And those dim lights,
When I felt your soft touch beside me,
Where you and I in those eccentric moments became we,
When I felt every single one of those unspoken words,
That you and I've said so many times in my dreams of another realm,
But that shall never become reality,
Even I do not wish for it as you already seem so happy,
In your dreams for they seem so real,
But in mine you remain the Alice of my wonderland,
So surreal.

Prologue:

Now I fret again for the smoky hues,
For I am glad for those smoky nights,
And those dim lights,
For there again you shall be,
With those eccentric moments, mine and waiting just for me...

The burlesque called life...

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In the burlesque called life, morons hoot, nitwits kiss n cry - HAPPY NEW YR! 2010's here...but nothing's really new, its the same sham, the same fake realm, creation of our own hypocrisy...just another dream from which we do not want to wake up for we fear the reality so much we just ignore it...it's the same, everyone's the same...the love, the hate, the joy, the pain, the wishes, their disappearances, the link-ups, the heart-breaks, the wars, the peace-talks, their failings...and yet we like to believe that a better tomorrow exists and we run arms wide towards it!
What's the use, I simply ask? Why are we still afraid of the reality? I do not ask you to stop partying. But stop partying for 2010 and hopes of a better tomorrow! Party all you can, if you like to party, because YOU like to party and no other reason...be yourself and truly be so...a million things we may not like, acceptable for we are only human...then live with our dislikes, appreciate their existence nonetheless instead of calling anything remotely unacceptable as 'lame'...trust me, that word is used way too much by one and all!
Change but because you want to, choose your own idols, do not blindly follow others...learn to be humans and not sheep...following the herd never helps, look how correct people were about 'Tiger Woods'!
This is no moral science lesson and I'm definitely no teacher/preacher, am just another regular guy who does follow his heart and is not afraid to be different, the question is- are you?!? But then if you really followed what I wanted to say, you shall not bother about my ramblings...so enjoy to the fullest, every moment while it still lasts, the burlesque called life.....

I thought about the title and drew a blank...

The cold December air cuts in, as my lower lip bleeds,

I’m alone and shivering, looking at my life sift in vain,

I’m in agony, my soul is sundered,

Yet all I realize is I find peace in all the pain.

I most definitely expect my mentor and my most regular reader to instantly come up with the words “Melancholy... Not again!” But this is not just another piece of poetry, this is a fact that I've come to terms with in the past few days. And queerly, I’m not even bothered by it. I don’t give a shit. I don’t care. My life’s a living hell and I love it.

Stopped Time...

This brood here again is true to my character, filled with melancholy. As with despair, I do not like to 'dilly dally' hence I shall delve straight into stopped time.

When time came to a standstill,

When I couldn't even move even with my will,

My world, so shattered, seemed to regroup,

Till I realized I am not the hunter but the kill.

Truly life's never been so tough,

Whenever I found joy, life gave me a cuff,

A moment of peace, a person to trust,

Its all i want, I do not bluff.

Life's a party, with fun the booze,

If you lose your fear, it will seem like a cruise,

Love's the cradle which can be your shield,

But one wrong move and all you'll lose.

I cringe, I shout, I try to turn away,

Hoping against hope that the pain wouldn't hold sway,

But I am in agony, long lost and alone,

I have the goal in sight but don't know the way.