Abandoned Memories

The wheel keeps turning still.
On this road of abandoned memories.
The crowd keeps passing by.
With so many untold stories.

Love,hatred,failure.
Desire,kindness and disgrace.
The acute pain of failure
And the sweet memory of vengeance.

Ambitious men gone wrong somewhere.
Staring at others with lustful eyes.
In a world of deceit and humiliation.
Living a life full of lies.

Departed are the souls of joy.
Even poetry seems to be a curse.
The victories are but inglorious.
And life-a complicated farce.

The unforgiving sky looms overhead.
An abyss ready to swallow me in.
Lest I should falter like the others.
Unable to survive in life's deafening din.

Strange whisperings

The sky was crimson,though the Sun had set.
I walked into the forest for a tryst with fate.
The clouds were amassed,a brilliant shade of grey.
The rain poured down and I lost my way.
I helplessly stood and watched darkness' descent.
The grey clouds shifted,to reveal a silvery crescent.
My knees lost its strength and I fell to the ground.
Then in the endless forest I heard a whispering sound.
I could'nt tell who spoke,about what or to whom.
I could'nt tell what lay ahead,blissful memories or lifelong doom.
I stood with an air of nonchalence,the whisperings not bothering me.
But then the eeriness sunk in my skin as time took its toll on me.
Many nights were still to come when aroused by undead memories.
I would sit up in my bed,in remembrance of those whisperings.

An Old Man's Diary

After a hard days work
He sat on his old chair,
And opened his precious diary
He had kept for years with care.

He remembered those days
Old memories filled his mind.
He wondered why in today's world,
Peace is so hard to find.

He remembered his school.
He remembered his childhood days.
He remembered his friends.
And a long forgotten face.

He regretted having lost those days.
More precious than gold.
He sat back at his chair,
And realised he had grown old.