Red Eyes

These red eyes I've been given,

They only see the truth,

They look through the bullshit and deception,

They look through the smiles,

They look through the saccharine sorrow,

They just stare through the wiles.

These red eyes I've been given,

As a gift for my naivete,

A gift for my fucked up morals,

They tear through my misconceptions,
They stare past my self-illusions,

These red eyes I've been given,
They tell me what is,
And not what I want,
They show me what lives,
And also those that can't,
These red eyes I have now,
They point me in the direction,
Of transparency and justice,
They tell me now to go to places,
Where lies are out of practice.

These red eyes I've been given,
They look through you now,

These red eyes I've been given,
They no longer wonder how,

These red eyes I've been given,
Even see things you won't allow.

Black

As I gaze into the black,

It is as if I have lost sight,

I wonder if the night defines you,

Or do your eyes define the night.

I touch your oceans of hair,

And time seems to stop,

I plunge into their depths and then,

I drown in every drop.

I see the world as you do now,

Bright colours and happy shades,

Until I look at you standing there,

And then everything except you fades.

Perhaps an illusion, the only thing I know,

Is that for my drowning eyes, you are the shore,

I could keep watching you now,

And continue for an eternity more.

Infinite

The world is so big, love,

So big we can go on forever,

The world is so cruel, love,

So cruel we will never reach the end.

All we have is so little, love,

All we have is you and me,

All we have is so much, love,

All we have is what lets us be.

Do you need the world to know, love?

Do you need the world to see?

Do we spend eternity together, love?

Do we part ways to be free?

What do I say to you now, love?

What do I say to change our life?

What if my words could change the world, love?

What if sadness disappeared and joy was rife?

Words mean nothing to me now, love,

They seem hollow and untrue,

Wish for my happiness now, love,

And all my happiness is you.

Insomnia

I don't remember sleeping anymore,

The world just turns off and then on again,

I keep wandering through any open door,

Walking on that deserted lane.

I don't remember thinking anymore

Questions of what if and what not,

The days pass by and I keep chasing,

With oblivion, I have cast my lot.

I don't remember searching anymore,

For joy or pain, love or hate,

I don't now have any desire to soar,

Just drift on the gentle gusts of my fate.

I don't remember hoping anymore,

Hope is for people with expectations,

All I have in place now is a rot in my core,

An absolute emptiness and strange infestations.

I don't remember living anymore,

I have seen life, all I have is imitation,

Nothing helps, not money, drugs or education,

No desire, no love, and no ultimate motivation.

The Boatman and the Winds

The winds, they ask the boatman,

How much will he take to take them across,

The great river that flows through his land,

To the lands beyond these fields and this rain,

To the lands of neighbours and those who live far away.

To the cities and nations dying,

To deserts and forests sighing,

To shores where there is no laughter,

And through doors of people,

Who grieve and are crying.

The winds, they ask the boatman,

How he drowns out all the noise,

Of tragedy and all this pain,

And glides along the river,

When the universe and all life are for vain.

How he keeps faith inspite of this pollution

Of the minds that has permeated the mighty river,

How he sticks his oar in the filthy waters everyday,

To carry miserable people not wanting to return

To lives that make the deepest levels of hell shiver.

The winds, they all despair,

Each year for change they bring fresh air,

But all they find is destructiveness and doom,

And the pure monsoon clouds they bring

Only rain down blood in this living tomb.

Why bother anymore, why continue?

What use is air when no one wants to breathe?

What use is change if all you ever get is grief?

Corpses of little children decorating the streets,

The delicate glass houses of their dreams,

Shattered by their own screams.

The boatman just paddles,

Pushing his boat onwards to other shores,

He just smiles, thinking about his many chores,

What was it to him if miserable people died?

Why should it matter if everyday to himself he lied?

He could see his land wither and die,

He could see his love, his river, wash away the rot,

He wasn't deaf to the crying, not impervious to the fear,

And as much as he tried to pretend,

He knew this land, to him, was dear.

The boatman, he just felt the winds against his ears,

Whispering their admonishments, their helplessness, their misgivings,

And as reply he just sings the songs of hope,

The songs he used to hear his father sing,

Songs of the time when the river and the land did elope.

And in the song, the winds heard defiance,

A simple refusal against the destiny he had to cope,

The boatman would ferry people to their shores,

He would bring them to their destinations,

All the while hoping they brought hope.

The boatman sang louder, willing everyone to hear,

Willing them to rise up and join the chorus,

The land was paralysed, it had to be shaken out of it's trance,

He would do his hardest to deny the end,

No complaining and no acceptance.

The winds joined the boatman in one voice,

Singing the song of the land, of hope,

The storms would end, the sun would rise,

And until this endless night of despair came to an end,

They would persevere inspite of all the false dawns and cries.

Abbotabad Blues

In the city of Abbotabad,

The US killed a man called Osama,

A bit of a bastard he was,

But his death caused too much drama.

The Al-Qaeda will not vanish,

Like a damn magic trick,

And the rhetoric arguing otherwise,

Only just makes you sick,

This wasn't even a won battle,

Let alone the terror war,

Don't they realise a little ointment

Does not cover a global scar?

And so the idiots justify,

Ten years of bloodied Afghan and Iraqi soil,

Try and convince us that the thousands lost,

Were not for a few drops of oil.

As if one life was worth,

The thousands of innocents killed,

As if this would make us forget,

The lies told and the coffins filled.

They celebrate it as victory,

Not realising it is so hollow,

Their actions will bite back,

Their poisoned fruits they'll have to swallow.

Because the world is fucked up,

More now than ever before,

And in bringing it to this place,

The 'Allies' too have a pretty good score.

And so they dance,

Laugh and sing on the street,

Unaware or perhaps ignoring,

The quicksand still beneath their feet.

When I See You

When I see you,

I am just happiness,

I am clean, I am pure,

And for that one moment I endure,

Truly, in a way that feels right,

In a way that is as it always should be,

In a way that robs me of all fight,

Free, hopeful, needy, and still in your might.

When I see you,

I am like a kite,

I am boundless and I soar,

And for that one moment I am more,

More than just paper held back by strings,

Destined to fall or be cut down,

In that one moment, my soul has wings,

From no worth, in the air I am the king of kings.

When I see you,

For that fleeting moment I conquer,

I conquer peace, war, the living and death,

I condemn everything alive and I treasure every breath.

I give rise to empires, and I kill giants,

I become your Hercules, your saviour, your hero,

Rise higher than an emperor, Fight villains and tyrants,

To die at your lightest touch, the smallest, weakest of ants.

When I see you,

I forget my place in the world,

I forget that I have duties and you’re not my right,

I forget that I have limitations the moment you are at sight.

I forget that you are not of my world,

That I cannot love an illusion,

I forget every law, every tradition, every notion,

I can only remember to love you, my love, my only devotion.

Because I wanted to post something. No other reason. A bit stupid, yes I know.