Drowning in my self inflicting prison of misery
I lie hurt nursing my wounds of battle.
A battle for time, a battle of needs, a battle of unending loneliness,
the pining, the longing and a part of each other.
The distance of hearts and the bodies,
driving a wedge through the darkest pit of souls.
I gasp for it , a drop of it , I beg for it, a tiny show of attention,
medicine for a wounded heart, sleep for a broken soul.
Chaos in my soul turning my heart, black,
not wanting to be torn apart I strung the shattered pieces together.
I see no end but a scare deep within
of the hurricane that time brings.
World has seen it all and not all have held it so long
in misery I find my cruel companion.
only way ahead is acting strong.
– Sunit Guldas
If all of it was ever true,
why am i left here truely blue.
Cutting ties we left no strand behind,
slicing right through until no longer could each other we find.
With slaughterd prides and foolish egos to hide,
pain and sorrow is all that left to reside.
A woven silence around us we now find,
our souls forever remain twined.
For what it was worth the cost,
we gave all the heart and lost.
We no longer hear the little cry,
of our sad hearts that may neither live nor die.
– Sunit Guldas
A man so caring and gentle,
with a heart so true.
You are smell of rain on a sunny day,
bright color and something gray.
I love the way you smile at me
I love the way together we’re free
The times we spent together,
has touched our souls forever.
The moment we met i knew,
a part of me will always be you.
Barefoot listlessness in summer heat,
whispering down the empty street.
Mindless meander on the avenue of normality,
haunted by lonely echos of morality.
Always choose the road more traveled,
aimlessly digressed into a ravel.
Mud on my torn jeans and heart on fire,
broken down n wrapped in barbed wire.
Change, i believe, is strange and unnerving,
but can push you to a place seismic.
Wanting myself tied to the past,
not knowing nothing forever lasts.
Choosing to embrace the change anyway,
found myself at a point very strange.
Swallowing a bit of my arrogant pride,
every time a little inside i died.
Freedom inside me is no more,
my wings are cut and i cant soar.
A wee bit of heaven drifted from above,
a handful of happiness and a heart full of love.
Innocence that fills her unspoiled soul,
these moments are a treasure to hold.
Rambling around with that smiling face,
there is happiness all over the place.
And with eyes that twinkle, twinkle so blue
my heart goes out to you.
Deep dark eyes that talk
And aesthetic grinning chin
Ringing a bell deep inside
Is the state you left me in
Your string of affairs
And the random flings
Puts me in despair
And they bloody sting
The uncertain times ahead
Leaves me scathingly dread
With luck being a hater of me
it comes always crashing my dream
Alluding the bitter truth
I search for the heart in you
The quest being deceiving
I m lost in the search of you
Well I’ve got a gal, she’s as cute as she can be
She’s a distant cousin but she’s not too distant with me
We’ll kiss all night
I’ll squeeze her tight
But we’re kissin’ cousins ‘n that’s what makes it all right
All right, all right, all right
-ELVIS PRESLEY(kissing cousins)
in my rear view mirror the sun is going down
sinking behind bridges in the road
and i think of all the good things
that we have left undone
and i suffer premonitions
of the holocaust to come
the rusty wire that holds the cork
that keeps the anger in
and suddenly it’s day again
the sun is in the east
even though the day is done
two suns in the sunset
-PINK FLOYD(Two Suns In The Sunset)
Gotta hold on easy as I let you go.
Gonna tell you how much I love you, though you think you already know.
I remember I thought you looked like an angel wrapped in pink so soft and warm.
You’ve had me wrapped around your finger since the day you were born
-TIM MCGRAW(my little girl)
I do not know
One of my sex; no woman’s face remember,
Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen
More that I may call men than you, good friend,
And my dear father: how features are abroad,
I am skilless of; but, by my modesty,
The jewel in my dower, I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you,
Nor can imagination form a shape,
Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle
Something too wildly and my father’s precepts
I therein do forget.