This world

This world,
Where nightmares are sold,
Dreams put on hold.
Stories of death told,
poems of birth unheard.
This world,
Where despair flutters frantic,
Hope fights still,
Smiles hide secrets,
Tears leave a trail,
In this world.
I live.

Behind the veil

Behind the veil lay darkness,
an abyss, a vacuum.
Behind the veil lay time,
infinite and eternal,
Behind the veil lay dreams,
broken and shattered.
Behind the veil lay a soul,
lifeless and time hating.

The Dreamer's city

In the city of seven islands,

that which never slept,

but still managed to dream.

That which worked like a man,

but was beautiful like a woman.

That which the sea protected,

But could also destroy.

The city that moulded into you,

But made you like her.

The city which she loved,

But he never met.

In this city of seven islands,

At the place where land and sea met,

She waited,

For him, who had left,

For the dreams that set.

She waited

P.S- This poem was written on a serene evening at Marine Drive,with nothing to do except let the words fill my mind.