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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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..
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
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
