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Unwise Words

Smoke smoke smoke
Light the life away
Breath by breath
Inhale death

Live life to the fullest you say
But what if life doesn’t matter
When you don’t want to stay
What if all this is an illusion

Maybe I was right all along
We complicate things, us humans
Take matters into our own hands even
When we don’t want to change ourselves

Darkness engulfs me
While I sit on this emptiness
Counting passing smoke bubbles
When trust follows lies

They say life isn’t fair
True, but the falseness echoes
Throughout the well thought out lines
Life is what you make it to be

Smoke smoke smoke
End the life in just a few breaths
Take control or lose it all to chance
Fake control or delve in to romance

Seek the truth when it stares at you
Sitting naked in front of your shadow
You say life is about living
I say its about puzzle solving

Same side of a different coin
Heads or tails I gotta run
Smoke dies and the illusion’s done
Its filtered now…

© 2015 Pamuditha Zen Anjana

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Two Years Later

I thank the light for darkness
’cause darkness alone was the light,
that guides me towards my ultimatum,
the gift that bound me to these goals,
the core that got thrown away in a hassle…

as if I’m gonna stop believing in us
and if I did,
like it really affects the notion of “us”,
two ultimately different souls,
submerged into one entity

we were supposed to be a paradise
together, woven and intertwined into
this almost surreal forever kind of reality
in which, he
was not a part of, and you broke me,
with those miscalculated promises…

as if I’m gonna blame it on you alone
and if I did,
like it really leaves a mark on you
or in this case on me, or like it’s just gonna
bring you running back to me, into my arms

Honestly, today I’m missing you more
more than those most days,
when you invade my dreams,
then suddenly
leave me breathless, sense-dispersed
in the first breath’s glance, into the light,

as if I’m gonna burn away your memories
and if I did,
like it really would take you away
away from me, off from my inner eye,
pages torn, and lanes erased in a blink of an eye

yet, these harshly sweet images of you
starts to suffocate my senses,
but m’ love I do love them,
not you,
not anymore!
but I love those blurry images of you,
they are closer to me than you ever were…

but you never left me, did you?
I ask you whenever I see you, and you,
you just smile and blink as if
you saw the Sun for the first time ever,
and you say “No!”

and I count so many “you” s in above lines,
yet there’s no you, where it really matters…

© 2013 Pamuditha Zen Anjana