This Lonely Train

This lonely train takes me to a lonely place
The lonely place is a lonely town
The lonely town’s full of empty space
And I am going down

Dust and pests and desert sand
Will greet me when I reach
No familiar face or helping hand
I’ll lie lonely on the beach

The worst is yet to come they say
A ball of fire in the sky
If I ever turn to walk away
No one would ask me why

This lonely train goes chugh chugh chugh
It’s the only noise I hear
No laughing child or crooked thug
No Dad, no dog, no deer

I must set down my pen alright
That’s all that I can write
This lonely train leaves behind the light
Towards the dark of night

Somberness

How I wish this sunny weather
Could change my dispirited mood
Nature’s out in its fullest glory
I can do nothing but brood
Trees swinging in a discotheque
Little birds hunting for food
Flowers calling out the bees
Or maybe I misunderstood

There’s chirping and chattering all around
Folks laughing as they go
My spirit has a cold demeanor
Despite no sign of snow
Children jumping about carelessly
Smiles make their faces glow
I suppose there is nothing today
To pull me out of my woe

Sky burning with a golden ball
Cloudy thoughts fill my mind
Bright sunlight lift the night’s veil
To shadows I am confined
The gentle winds blow aromatically
My senses become a-blind
Why should I be the only one
That Somberness should find?

Wrapped Up In Sadness

I meant to send you a poem
Carved out of my heart
But I’m a little scared
I don’t want to let you down
My heart isn’t the best
Never has been
Trapped in a self-made jail
Staring out the only window
Envious at the clouds
That are not afraid to fall
It wraps itself in sadness

If I could grab the wheels of time
Turn it back around
I would go back to that moment
When I let my fears take over
When I let my heart sink
Tell my heart it’s alright
All wounds heal someday
All scars fade away
I thought that I was strong
I was so wrong
Now I fail to open the lock
To my heart’s freedom as
It wraps itself in sadness

When there was no one to talk to
Sadness came and sat
We thought we found a friend
Now I’m not so sure
Now I’m not too wise
Now I can’t feel
It’s like a happy part of me
Has been shed
I wished to tell you sooner
But again I was scared
I was lonely
I was wrapped up in sadness

Spirit Of Madness

When the truths all come out
To wipe the tear of doubt
It brings with itself a new tear of sorrow
And a tear is a tear
Some swiftly disappear
But some stay till the light of the morrow

With a picture in hand
Of the time we could spend
In the future which soon will pass by
We realise how small
Life and we are all
Perhaps this is our first and last try

So gather your thoughts
And dreams tied in knots
Free them from the chains of sadness
Lick the wounds on your skin
Burn the stories within
To light the mercurial spirit of madness

My Head Is A Puzzle

My head is a puzzle
I can never fix
Pieces scattered everywhere
Full of dirty tricks
It knows all my secrets
It knows everything
What do I know about it?
Absolutely nothing!
Is there a single way
To take back my freedom?
Is there a single clue
To solve this conundrum?
Until I find an answer
I am forever stuck
Who is to be blamed for this?
Nobody but my luck

Four Gunmen Knocking At My Door

Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
And each one
Wants to kill for sure

There’s one man who I call my friend
There’s one man who I call my friend
There’s one man who I call my friend
My friend Jack
Wants his money back

Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
And each one
Is angry to the core

There’s one man who seems to be a cop
There’s one man who seems to be a cop
There’s one man who seems to be a cop
And he thinks
I have dirty links

Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
And each one
Wants my blood and more

There’s one man whose wife I have killed
There’s one man whose wife I have killed
There’s one man whose wife I have killed
She would cry
So she had to die

Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
And each one
Will lay me on the floor

There’s one man who I do not know
There’s one man who I do not know
There’s one man who I do not know
But his gun
Is a fully loaded one

Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
And each one
Has come for me before

Weirdo

I love to have conversations with the walls of my room
I love to arrange my clothes according to their hues
I love to assign birthdays to my pokemons
I love to pretend to be part of an open-world reality show
I love to sing like Janis Joplin in the shower
I love to make my own constellations and give them names
I love to write with my weaker left hand
I love to read about rare mental disorders
I love to buy unnecessary things on discount
I love to observe people and imagining their secrets
I love to play chess thinking the pieces are real
I love to be ignorant about the trending news
I love to mix two different chocolates in my mouth
I love to have a new alarm tone every day
I love to dance like I’m eighty five
I love to give my own names to people
I love being weird

Leopards

I am not a lion
Lions are immaculate
Without blemishes
Not me
I am a leopard
I have dark spots

I thought I knew a lion
But I was wrong
And I have been wrong a lot of times
But that’s okay

Lions are rare
Leopards are common
They are everywhere
I know a lot of them
And that’s okay

I can pretend to be a lion
You can try too
But that won’t take us too far
Our spots give us away

What Do You Love About Me?

What do you love about me?
Is it my socially awkward style?
How I embarrass myself at a gathering
In a million billion ways?

What do you love about me?
Is it my addiction to my phone?
How I prefer to talk with it for hours
But not with any human being?

What do you love about me?
Is it my clumsiness?
How I refuse to make things better?
I act too lazy I guess

What do you love about me?
My rants, complaints and sighs
How the words that come out of my mouth
Are filled with gloominess?

What do you love about me?
My indifference towards everyone?
How I find it so easy to pretend
To give a damn for someone else?

What do you love about me?
My writings, songs and poems?
They have the power to replace happiness
In a man’s heart with sorrow

What do you love about me?
My emotions I can’t express?
How I torture myself with my own feelings
And mask it all with a smile?

What do you love about me?
What is there to love in me?
I’m so different from all the other animals
Even I don’t love myself