The Edge of Reality

                                                                                                                                                      Reality is the reference point from which memories and imaginations divulge in opposite directions. It is the horizon that splits the human mind.

On one side of it is a cave; the more you focus on it, the deeper you are buried in the weight of the past.
On the other side is open space; the moment you loose focus, you are lost forever in the paths that won’t lead you back.

Life is all about living on this edge of reality, dancing to its tune.

And when this edge dances, it cuts so deep and sly that it will be a long time until you realise that scars don’t always heal.



Dear God, I’m just a little bird, lost in rain;
Flying too close to the waters of the ocean,
Trying hard not to drop and drown;
I am someone waiting for you in pain.

I forgot from where I have come;
All directions now seem to be the same.
I can’t find my way back home,
I am someone who is loosing in this hide and seek game

I am flying in a black starless night;
It’s all dark, even inside my heart.
God, please shine a little speck of light,
I am someone who doesn’t know where lies a new start.

The cold winds you send, hit me in the chest,
The unrelenting rain doesn’t quench my thirst,
The gothic twisted clouds try to kill my zest,
The nature is fighting hard against me in this quest.

The bright thunders you send are blinding;
My wings, heavy and wet, are now tiring.
My heart and body are broken from this suffering.
Tossing and tumbling, my sense of control is now fading.

I never wanted to be the glorious bird that sings;
I never asked for any of the worldly things.
I never regretted getting caught up in life’s strings,
All I ever asked you was to give strength to my wings.

God, If you are determined to show your might,
If I was never meant to live through this flight,
If my destiny is to die alone in this unforgiving night,
Please fail my wings, before my will fails to fight.


River of Life

Sometimes, you become so helpless that you can no more feel like your life is in your control. Life just flows around you like a river. It turns so often and mocks you every time it turns.

You reach a state in which you are neither swimming nor sinking, and you are so immersed in your own thoughts that you’ll not even notice if you are drowning…

You don’t have the energy to swim upstream to fulfil your dreams nor do you have any destiny that you know to go elsewhere… and you stay suspended in a bubble of your own, breathing and exhausting yourselves with your Being.

You wish that you could just flow along with the river of life… but you can’t, as you are anchored deep down…and you know that you are too weak to break that and free yourselves.

The river tugs you and pulls you all the while, never letting you sleep … and that’s when your heart dreams of all the good things that could have happened if you ever listened to it.

The only thing that you can do is cry and let the river of life take the tears along with it…or wait for a storm to free your soul.

And that’s when you start liking the emptiness and solitude.


Moving on

Wake me not, for I am deep asleep;

As the dreams come and go, let me silently weep.


Break me not, whenever I feel strong;

I hate lying to myself, that I am finally moving on.


Ask me not, for I have nothing else to give;

Pain is all that I have, holding which I must live.

Weltschmerz- World Sorrow

What will you breathe then?

What will you breathe?

When the air resounds with soulful cries;

The laments of the dying and the desperate;

And the cracking of the whip tearing a man’s chest.

The last breaths of the dead many, will only be left.


What will you drink then?

What will you drink?

When the rivers turn red and flood with blood;

The gore that drips of the thirsty sword;

And that which oozes out of the hearts ruptured;

The tears of the million eyes, will only be left.


Where will you live then?

Where will you live?

When the earth becomes a grave with corpses everywhere;

The heads that dwindle into the dust;

The souls that sink into the soil.

The bloodshed that boils the earth will only be left.


Thou, may one day, become the sole king;

But then, there will be no kingdom nor anyone living.


Thou, with pride, may unleash thy uproar;

But then, there will only be the dead who don’t fear.


Thou will be the only one left,

Thou will be alone.

And when thou fall to death,

There’ll be none to mourn.

With a dying voice, I plead…

Pay thy heed to this dirge of humanity;

Go cleanse thy sins and…

Embrace peace and sanctity.