The perfidy of hope

Oh dreamer, seduced by the pied Piper of yore,

Where to shall you go, chasing illusions,

Deluded forever, by the charm of that unknown,

How will you let go, when there is nothing left to hold.

Oh stranger, your unreciprocated lonely glance,

A million times, and some more,

Stoned, crazy and forlorn,

Burnt out embers of coal black dreams, and this smoke filled heart.

Oh singer of hymns, from those forgotten forsakens,

Rock faced mountains, and the steely moon,

Cold long nights, and this myth of love,

Perdition, forgiveness, petty resolutions all, just to get through the night.

Oh lover of moon, burnt by it’s caressing moonlight,

Slither away into some dark crevice to hide,

The shine of joy, the twinkle of affection, the touch of love,

Escaping this torment of the endless perfidy of hope.


Ruminations

A bright day and this darkness within, alone in an office full of familiar faces,

A knot in the throat, and a fire in my eye,

Anything to lighten this weight inside, of my futile hopes and sullen dreams,

Dredging souvenirs from people I used to know, empty aches and wounded memories of evanescent joy.

Unrequited forever, still waiting on that perhaps bus, even as life has all but rattled by.


Songs which carried memories of my past, I have forgotten them all; today is a new destination, my old haunts, I have forsaken them all.

Nothing chains me anymore, no strings of love, no sliver of hate, I have forbidden them all.

Songs which carried memories of my past, I have forgotten them all;

An empty heart, I am free at peace, no fear no hope, I have foretaken them all.

Forever in between, no ends in sight, I unravel a knot a time, fingers sore but many more to go.

Strolling unencumbered through the labyrinths of my mind, I have forgiven them all.

Songs which carried memories of my past, I have forgotten them all.


What is it?

We are waking and sleeping, dreaming and despairing, all in and all without. Who are we? The endless nomadic thoughts take me from one cold endless night to another.

What is this with cold nights? They keep me shivering and strangely warm within, the train it rattles through nameless towns and hills, as I keep thinking of some fantastical lights and sparkling drops of someone’s laugh.

The orange of the sky blending into the ink blue and the grey all around, flying a thousand miles up in the air, and all I want to think of is…


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Let’s celebrate, for there is only this passing day,

The morning dew is fresh and the promise of a bright sun looms,

I feel younger every day, as the jealous sky gets old and grey,

Jaded, staling memories, sometimes flicker as if a dying ember,

Bit by bit, strain by strain, a white and then many,

In the urge for spotting epiphanies, subtle hints just pass me by;

As well laid plans, topsy-turvy, fall by the side,

Wisdom comes hardest to the wise, wonder any wiser if I am,

Just for a while, through the grey dark skies,

The horizon it shimmers, in gold thin stripes;

Another new day and a cold deep sigh, as we head for some shiny new lies


Let’s celebrate, for there is only this passing day,

The morning dew is fresh and the promise of a bright sun looms.

I feel younger every day, as the jealous sky gets old and grey,

Jaded, staling memories, still flicker as if a dying ember.

Bit by bit, strain by strain, a white and then many,

In the urge for spotting epiphanies, subtle hints just pass me by.

All well laid plans, topsy-turvy, fall by the side,

Wisdom comes hardest to the wise, wonder any wiser if I am.

Just for a while, through the grey dark skies,

The horizon it shimmers, in gold thin stripes.

Another new day and a cold deep sigh, as we head for some shiny new lies.

Aditya Saxena

Purpose, hopes, dreams, the things I think of everyday.

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