The Ballads of a Stranded Soul

"The teller and the tale are very different, never forget that"

Month: June, 2017

An evening to remember!

“I need your grace, to remind me to find my own
As we lay here, trying to forget this world”


Nobody ever asks how you have been
With the truest intentions to know
And until when I was questioned by you
I’d smile and say that I’ve been great
Though I could barely make it through another day
It felt fulfilling to not lie once
To answer your question with a gleaming smile from within
Alas! too shy to bar my teeth
Conscious thoughts imprisoning my will
To just scoff at your formal gestures as we stood amidst a crowd
To just pull you closer and embrace your warmth forgetting this world
It took half the time to create my world with you
Than it took for me to look into your eyes again
Let your thoughts stay with me tonight
To train the chaos of my thoughts
Into decipherable dreams of you and me
Let your presence linger around me
I’ll promise to muster the strength
To smile looking into your eyes again
For with every glance of your face, eons apart
Clarity beseeches me to throw myself in submission to your heart.





“Show me the heart unfettered by foolish dreams and I’ll show you a happy man.
But only in their dreams can men be truly free.
‘Twas always thus, and always thus will be”


The perfect poem recited itself in my ears
As the perfect setting of silence accentuated the hues so mellifluously spread
For the perfect woman to walk this earth
Every spoken word that followed lost its meaning in me,
Sounding to me just like any other strum of an instrument
When the struggle is evident,
As life itself scatters around you to find the most meaningful gestures
To praise your beauty, your existence,
The sense of purpose you weave into this world
I sit here amused, watching the sun set with its brilliance dimming in shame,
Its light exhausted in its efforts to outshine you
And with its fading light my will withers
To justify every breath I spend not in your embrace
But in the company of loneliness
As the skies light up from a scarred orb in the night,
Glowing in reservation fearing the very grace
That sent the whimpering sun to the other side
Little does the world know that the moon draws it’s light from your celestial smile
As the sun was no where to be found
Heavy breaths of sighs escape me as the sleep eludes tonight,
Every countenance I gaze upon bear a striking resemblance to yours
It’s only nigh till I lose my insanity
To this obsession of not being simple when I’m thinking about you
But when these words find you
I hope they sing with a more poetic tune than I could ever do.