Bobby Beep

Once upon a time was a boy named Bobby beep,

He passed his days in blissful joy but every night he could only weep.

His parents searched near and far for a solution to this problem small

Years passed summers and winters came and passed making Bobby tall with hall

But every night he would always weep

On one winter night appeared a gypsy and seemed to have heard him weep

The gypsy offered to cure his weep and in return he would earn his keep

He asked Bobby why he would weep and not sleep

Bobby replied "At night I can't find people"

With a cry

At this the gypsy cracked a smile too sly

"The night can't harm you Bobby but the people can "

"But.." Bobby began and then his mind ran

The gypsy had earned his keep with this shoddy plan

Years passed spring and autumn came and passed

And now Bobby goes to sleep without a weep

But.. It's just that he spends his days like an anxious creep....

©shadownik

Eyes Never Lie

There was an elegant smile plastered on his face

His twinkling eyes painted with hurt

Her face radiated sadness

But her dim eyes seethed with ridicule..

©shadownik

Uncertainty

Scouring Winds of confusion in a land of darkness

The gales slicing at your body and mind alike

Times when will be your only aegis

Against these blades that dice your cowering psyche

A faint voice riding the winds and shadows

Urging, to understand this complex phenomenon of confusing muddleheadedness

Is this what I need ?

To understand and interpret?

Well, take a hike old morons

Tis neither a fantasy nor an anthology but the deadly game of life

To brood over these shadows is the occupation of those doddering fools

In their vain search for the world's ethereal rules

Son bend the winds to your steellike will

Forge your armour and charge uphill

Just close those desperate eyes

And grow out of those cimmerian nights

©shadownik

My Friend

Emotions, you say my friend

Are weights that make you bend

Chains and blades that sever and rend

But here my friend I contend

For it is not so I comprehend

It is your cognition my friend

Your inability to let go and end

That has made chains and blades out of this sweetness I portend

I hope at you my friend, hope you have apprehend

For it's not too late to make you see an amend..

©shadownik

Life The Greatest Gift

Among the whispering stones

And the whistling sands

A never-ending sea of barren lands

Interspersed with shining heaps of bones

A solitary hawk's cry

In the glowing embers of the sky

The occasional hiss and rattle

In the burning sands below

A somber world you might say..

Some might feel it a curse

To be existing in this living hell

Isn't this land the mediate hearse

A secure ride to the netherworld's well

In this hellish place you may ask 

Who in their right minds would bask

Is it a life worth living you may feel

You may make a spiel

But have you forgotten

To actually have a thought so misbegotten

The truth that was and is, That this was to begin with

A place where living be the greatest joy that can be construed

For as long there be life, there'd be hope

So, pack up your meaningless rants of gloom and solitude

Just tuck your belt and set out to cope

©shadownik

Cinquain

A song

In the air flows

Unknown, unusual

Transmits a warmth nonexistent

Evermore...

©shadownik

Little Cities

Little flickering lights in a sea of darkness

Little apertures spattered across swathes of matchboxes

Little tired people living their little lives

With ambitions that reach colossal sizes

The dark alleys sound the occasional groans and barks 

A little spurt of blood and a little glint of steel

A little stench of liquor , of crushed dreams

A little of this and a little of that to build the city of people's dreams

Amidst the schemes and contrasting themes

You can live your little life within this deadly maze

Under the crowd's unfeeling gaze

You can be a little tired but also a little riant 

A little annoyed but also a little content

But you can't, absolutely can't possess a teensy-weensy heart...

©shadownik

My Wish

I had wondered, in the days that have passed

Ohh.. what's my meaning, my eternal wish!

At a time when I was tired, when I was fussed...

And I thought, that what I needed was an everlasting comfy niche...

And so I stopped, on the twisting byway

To stop and savor my dreamy wish

And here I got stuck on the smoothing highway

And it was here I thought, for this life I would fish

But, this was not to be

For then came the numbness

Shrouding the mind in darkness

And I couldn't help but see...

That I'd been wrong to wish such a free..

Ohh yes and no.. only now do I know

That it's not what I want

Something fixed and rigid no matter how aglow

Yes, you guesses it right..

Oh yes what I crave the most

Something to look forward to

To travel the world, to look left and right

And drive my way at whatsoever cost

And yet once more to have, something to look fore to..!

©shadownik

Known and Unknown

Love, what a beautiful mystery

So fulfilling yet so absurd in it's entirety 

Some state it's all honey

And a few mumble something about money

Some worship as something sacred

While to others it's something the devil's funded

To me it's an emotion, one with the widest variety

Like the roadside candy 

With it's many distinct colors and flavors

The flavors, they are just that

In the end ain't it just sweetness everyone end's up with

That's my perception of this weird emotion

Born of logic and deduction from a multitude of observation

Floating in the deep dark sky an immortal

Passing by the fun and frolic of the mortal

You ask me what non existent right I exercise

To pass my judgement on something to me unknown

Well, a pen in my hand and a drum of ink to be blown

So 'scuse  me... It's time to watch the mortals put up their play..

The Shadow

Somewhere along the winding way

The soul lead astray

His very core eroded

And the wizened mind blunted

The raging river of time

Once again, it had been ruthless to the dime

The smiling man and his lofty ambitions

Alas, they now nyet but mere apparitions

Still..an uneven form pushes ahead

uncaring and unfeelin'

In search of his daily butter and bread

One among the many, unheard and unseen.

-SHADOWNIK

  

DRIFTER'S

Them drifters, what a strange little group of people..

A curious lot with a jolly indifferent smile

With no anchors to neither place nor people

Are they an unfeeling bunch unworthwhile?

Or, are they beings that encompass the essence of acceptance

To abandon the deepest of worries with grace and elegance

A way of life suited to the uncommon fool

To those with the courage to leave the comfy present

And look to catch the uncertain pheasant

In search of their own rainbows and springs

Ripping off countless of destiny's strings

Traversing through storms and deserts

In the end spurned by the elusive lady fortune

Will I die a happy man or will I die a sad man , none can say for sure I reckon

But regrets, there'd only be a few,

At the time of my final adieu

For I had traded the easy living for the curious course

For it is the winding way you'd reminisce about

And not those scattered moments of exhilarations without a speck of doubt...

©shadownik