Behind the darkness

While the city slumbers in the silence,

 Behind thick velvets and dim lights.

The fluorescent yellow burn across the streets,

And the moon quietly hide behind the clouds.

There still lies a world, awake.

In the corners of the town.

Living amidst the crowd yet hid behind the shadows, Behind the veils of a gossamer gray, with spider's web weaving an intricate tapestry.

Little eyes silently peer out from their hiding place,

Their faces pale, lean frames appearing anemic, 

The unfortunate few, 

Born to wrestle to survive, 

Born under plight of poverty, their lives a constant struggle, 

Suffering the maladies of a broken and lost humanity.

Shabbily dressed, unkempt hairs, tears stained cheeks, feeble, yet they are bathed with the luster of ambition and dreams. 

Draw closer, 

And reach, to learn more what the darkness hides.

Behind the gossamer gray, 

A glimpse into the world beyond,  

A world dark, full of nothings.

An abyss of deep darkness.

The darkness of fate,

The darkness of souls,

The darkness of callous hearts.

The darkness of a world of unspoken truths,

The bitter and ugly truth.

Empty room, dim lights

Silent lips quivering in a corner

Her curls fall over her face, 

Wine drip from the glass in her hand.

She is intoxicated, 

Intoxicated, but, with grief.

She wore a cocktail dress and high heels,

Flaunting her perfect body with the glitter and glamour.

She appeared a flawless beauty.

Yet her eyes appealed something deep. 

Behind the smile and charm

She hid her story, the truth of her pain.

Her heart was secretly torn inside,

She burnt with a thirst intense,

Of promises and desires unfulfilled. 

She smelled of alcohol and her favourite perfume,

Yet the lingering smell of longings

Never faded from her.

The longing of nothings,

Of nothings left betrayed,

Of longings, none can explain.

She silently hides in the darkness,

And the world will never see nor hear her cry.

Sometimes, sadness is beautiful.

Sometimes, sadness comforts while the rest of the world suffocates you.

And sometimes sadness is all that is left, as your own.

There's always a story, 

Hiding behind the mask,

Hid behind the curtains of misfortune, and despair.

Behind the shimmery make up, hiding its scars of past,

Behind the silent lips, that cried all night, hiding a story of desperation and abuse.

Behind the smiling, guilty face, disappearing in the shadows in dark.

The darkness of awful silence, 

The unspoken silence.

The unheard truth.

* * *

A Stolen Page

She was a page stolen from a paperback,
A mystery they claimed.
Unsolved,
Imperfect

She was a heart full of verses,
Torn in pieces
Broken in metaphors
Her flesh ripped with words that wound
Crimson bleeding as ink on the pages blank
Narrating her silence
Scribbling the unspoken truth in sentences,
In paragraphs incomplete,
In letters capital
That screams her soul in ache and despair

She is a page, a sheet of glazing ivory,
Ripped off from the book
Guarding secrets inside its depths
An abyss deep,
Burning with thirst intense
Of promises and desires unfulfilled.

A page, slept in the ashes of memories
Yet folded in fragrance, of the mists of rain
That smell of longings,
None can explain

She is a page stolen from the whispering dark
A tormenting mystery
Hidden,
Unheard
Drifting silently in the haze of time
Carried by the zephyrs
From the wilderness atrocious
To the distant lands
Of everything torn.
--Sybil Samuel

ALICE

She haunts
In the daylight
Tracing me in the deep haze of memory
Her warm breath that smell like wine and ginger
Remains on the silhouette of my skin
I sense her fingers caressing my hairs,
Then nimbly scrawling her name on my palm
She cries out my name in the silence of midnight
Keeping me awake at unusual hours
I search her
Following her voice
In the distant and dark
My soul a restless wanderer
Desiring the arms of solace
To calm my weary heart.

She softly sings me a lullaby
When her heart brims with care.
Her eyes leak a fountain
That leave behind trails of ink
Rolling down her cheeks
And breaking into verses
Filling the blank spaces with her scrambled thoughts
She was a mystery
An unsual paradox
My shadow
My agony
In disguise
The ghost of a lover
Of a love
I lived in dreams
Appealed by her sobriety
Deceived by her charms
She was a poison in a golden chalice
I drank
And sank in depths of a world forgotten
I wished she was a lie
She is my torment
Still she haunts me
Living in a guise
Even in the daylight
Never seen by the waking eyes.

LIFE

Life,

A breath

That screams in welcome,

Yet a lonely sigh that quietly pass trailing behind streams of  tears.

A treachous trap
Of vanity and vice
A wisp of smoke
Fading from the grips of grit and stronghold
Beyond the will and might.

Life,
A strangled thread of breath
Clasped in the wrinkled fists of souls
Disappearing slowly like the withered leaf blown away by winds,
Crumbling silently
Numb and frozen
Asunder in the arms of dust.

Life,
Fleeting as a moment in the blink of an eye
Temporal and fragile
A beauty ceasing as the season
The glorious gaze of the shadow, peering through the    curtains of mortality,
A glimpse of a sombre existence, on a dreary winter in the mirrors in dark.

Unfathomable
Incomprehensible by hypothesis of intelligence
Simple yet convincing
Flawed though empowering
A metaphor of mirth and sorrow

An unexplained mystery
A fight
Fret hard with creased brows.
An irrevocable fate,
The smile of approbation resigning in revel or discontent.

Life a gasp of magic
A canvas of colours and emotions, dull and bright
A mistress mean
Tutoring the secret wisdom gained beyond obscurity and solitude.

Life,
A poignant misery of despair and pain
As expectancy sails on the tides of melancholy
Chasing a myriad of dreams
Falling and rising in the waves of uncertainties
Struggling to reach the shores...
With frail hearts carrying the weights
That drown them deeper
Empty, restless seeking an abode,
Searching relentlessly
A resting place
For the tired and weary soul
Captive in a prison
Scorched by cares and avarice

Life is a fleeting slideshow of illusions, dreams, images and ultimately, redundancy.
Infinite, permanent and all pervading.
The only truth there is.
While everything lures is just mere derivative.

Life
An existence beyond the hypocrisy flowing through the arteries of existence.
Beyond purpose
Beyond the evil of ignorance and hate
Beyond the gossamer veils of mortality and morality. Something transcending the boundaries of the apparent and the visible.

Life,
Transient yet immortal
A journey embarked by transcendence.

Flames of Past Love

He walked through the doors
Finally meeting his past
The silence crumbled under his feet as withered leaves squeaked and folded in dust
Her heart cried out for him from her secret chamber
Behind the high walls of the castle
Abandoned for a decade long.
She was hid in the shadows of memories
Behind the magnificence and fame, framed in silver and gold
Her soul constantly sought a home
Treading alone distances amidst the fog of time
She was a ghost without rest
Wailing in the darkness
Her tears left acrylic imprints of her scarlet tale unheard
Leaving a faint fragrance of remembrance,  of her forbidden love
The love she found and lost.
And he called out her name
Her heart breathed life again
He called her name aloud in the silent dark
The chains fell as her eyes gazed him, through the moonlight that fell on his imperial features.
She stepped out from the chambers
Her soul released from the fret
She saw him transfixed
He walked towards her
Her walls still burned with the scars of past
He walked through the walls
No more can the prison held him behind as captive
No more can any walls build tall could ever separate them
He was the ghost of a past lover
Clasped in letters of a clandestine memory
Staring freedom behind the bars of delusion
Seeking for his solace
And finally they met
And time slipped as the key that fell forever, in embrace of the glimpse of beauty captured on a river; a river, overflowing with the waters of Love.

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Sense of an Ending

I gaze in her grey eyes
And I find a sea of nostalgia drowning me in
The mists of melancholy blinded the view
And I found myself in deep gulfs of silence
The silent dark of loneliness
Where my soul howled alone in dark
And the deep silence fell
Fell and every shard of it
Hurt and made me bleed
And it felt as a strange foreboding,
Of an eclipse of loneliness cast on soul
It appeared as a long journey came to a sudden abrupt end
I was waving bye to the thing I had so badly desired,
Leaving me behind, deserted in a city far away
And I saw her leave
Walking each step, an infinite distance away from me
She finally turns and stares quietly standing near the door,
A single tear,
A last goodbye
And then the whistle blows,
I'm waving at the train I wanted to be in
And watch my heart sink as it leaves
A part of my soul lost with her in the unknown town she goes.

It was a glimpse,
Glimpse of a fleeting moment I gazed in the mirror of her grey eyes
It wasn't an end
But it was
The sense of an ending.
--Sybil Samuel

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Silence

How heavy was the silence that fell without noise
When words struggled hard in despair,
Hiding behind the dark, longing to be heard
Silence, bruised and bleeding,
Stood outside the door alone for words pleading.

Yet silence the one most guilty
Filling the empty spaces with questions that hurt
Questions wandering in distance and loneliness.

Silence the culprit
Silence the crime.
How grieved were words when they hanged you to die

Silence a graveyard of empty souls
Living in confusion, fears and misery
Struggling to be themselves, longing to be free.
Hiding behind the masks, seeking attention and care.

Silence the awful answer
For the hearts' prayer.

Silence the darkness,
The hopelessness...
The desperation of will that finally quit.

Silence the sigh
Resting atlast in its tomb with words engraved beside.

Silence a broken word...
The cry of a broken world.
----Sybil Samuel

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