Poems by Karan

Streams

a poem by Karan

Streams of acid flowing through her hair
The holy sword kills, tender sheath it tears
Rocks pierce her skin, this beast never cares
Torn scattered coverings, blood and dust one
A first bed of rock, her beautiful chest scarred, bare

Streams of acid flowing through her eyes
The present will last although time flies
Dubbed impure, where were they when I cried?
And the world knows, they all sympathize
Justice doesn’t help, I’m putrid in your eyes

Streams of acid flowing down her breast
Here to stay and I won’t be at rest
Woman’s destruction and a beast’s fest
Look at me, am I a slave?
The angel that you torture, for whom you crave?

Streams of acid running down her brow
How does it feel to be a toothpick? Use and throw
The pain you hold back always grows
Surrender to a few grams, a mighty dose
Streams of acid running down her nose

I never see you in pain, Mary Jane!

a poem by Karan

Did you feel it when the sorrow struck?
You’re never wounded, or are you always healed?
I see a choking fist, holds back all that’s wrapped up,
A Jack-in-the-box, or all of negativity sealed?
That hum is so familiar, another world, an O.B.E.
Real hate is a seed, but your love’s a growing tree
I’m deaf to the world now and I close my eyes too
I am your slave in all that I do
Kiss my childish thoughts goodbye
When I’m with you, this burden I untie
The comfort makes it same, laughter or cry
A mischievous body and intoxicating eyes
Hours in a void or lost in paradise
Finally free, but am I happy or sad?
I’m tired and thinking as the feeling dies
A cold silence, cold in my brain
I’m not in heaven and you’re never in pain

I never see you in pain
I never see you in pain
I never see you in pain
Mary Jane

Dream On

a poem by Karan

And the city sleeps, alone I’m awake
It’s growing tired and the bones are growing weak
The last flame burns a final breath I take
Alone from my consciousness I begin to break

Makes me feel like I can fly
A few dry leaves that take me high
Night has gone now, the day has dawned
Guess Its time to Dream On

Silence or laughter would depend on who I am
Heaven found from just a few grams
The comfort that once felt so unreal
Slowly I begin to feel

Makes me feel like I can fly
A few dry leaves that take me high
Night has gone now, the day has dawned
Guess it time to Dream On

Would I even care to think
Of a reason why into this I’ve begun to sink
Called you divine yet I feel bad
I still miss the pleasure in being sad

Makes me feel like I can fly
A few dry leaves that take me high
Night has gone now, the day has dawned
Guess its time to Dream On

Dope Effect

a poem by Karan

A dark sun in the sky
Rays falling in my mind
Darkens out the light
Blind with a sense of sight

You don’t even understand
You don’t even seem to care
Surrendered my self to a whole new sect
DOPE EFFECT

My feelings wrapped in your body
Tied in a a bunch of leaves
Strange it seems though u control all of mine
You don’t have any of your own

Strange coincidence you feel like a woman
Smooth at first but thoughtless as we go
Stolen memories, my life lying low
Death will find me, locked in a maze nowhere to go

Spontaneous Combustion

a poem by Karan

I’ve cut myself from the world outside
No one really cares you don’t live here you’ve died
Laugh to frown, mild to wild
Roamed these streets since I was a child

No you don’t know how it feels
Sleeping on stones, ice for your meals
You’re a stranger among your friends
I can see you through the glass but we’re at impenetrable ends

Separated by a boundary of hate
Governments fight, our line of fate
But that’s not how Mr.Everyone would like to see
And all the chances we’ve failed to seize
There aren’t any boundaries when we talk of peace
Dreams left aside for the times of ease
That`s not how the boy of Kashmir feels

No you don’t know how it feels
Sleeping on stones, ice for your meals
You’re a stranger among your friends
I can see you through the glass but we’re at impenetrable ends

Lift the Falling Comet

a poem by Karan

The flowers change to thorns injure a bud of their own,
Living an incubus, nightmare in which she’s grown
Happiness a fantasy, freedom a dream
Wicked nourishing eyes, a cold gleam
Conquering, choking all that’s left.
She surrenders to the feeling of emptiness
Escape, not a dream, an act of cowardice
Virgin lips, did they ever really smile?
All that I’ve seen is chocolate on stone
It builds up, once a maiden, has the beast grown?

Childish innocence, celestial maiden heaven’s Joconde
Silk that flows like water, a hidden galaxy ebony’s envy
And sculpted to perfection a body that spells beauty
To have a little and yet everything, luck couldn’t shine brighter
For most so sane, so silent, all he designed was charming
Don’t his angels have all that shines all that makes it lighter
Crawl into her nightmare, creep into her brain
Break into the prison draw the picture that you drew
Rid you of chains that choke and thorns that sting
Could I steal it all from you?

… and the Cupid just watches

a poem by Karan

A thousand questions travelling through a cryptic hallway,
Light outside the window, everything in here is dark,
One I’ll never forget, deep within me you’ve left a mark
Scars just hidden beneath my flesh, covered by love
The love I’ll always have, the love you’ve always ignored
And the hate that within you was built for a fault that was not mine
The thought of you lost brings more pain to my tortured mind
Will take never to forget you but hating me came in an instant
You’ll never know how I feel, once, a love you had shown
But no shepherd walks away, does not leave the sheep alone
And although a love I shared that so naturally did come
You never cared if I even exist
I wish someday I could find the love that I missed
A dim light flowing through the lens yet hope for brightness to come
Alone by myself in the dark
… and the Cupid just watches

Moan Like A Virgin

a poem by Karan

I’m all tired and hurt, a different kind of comfort
But I stand strong, a grave my stage, a concert
The land you live in a mother I die for
We share the dream of silent shores

Selfish battle, the same web we choke in
And yet I’m here moaning like a virgin

Run away child I’ll fight for you to live
This sacrifice, my love, my life and all I’ll give
And never think twice to choose between life and lives
Giving all I have, fight till at last all that’s left dies

Selfish battle the same web we choke in
And yet I’m here moaning like a virgin

I wish I could cry, laugh and lie at ease
But I’m a doctor for a different disease
United in our own world we talk of the seed
Together we fight, together we bleed

Selfish battle the same web we choke in
And yet I’m here moaning like a virgin

Tired you sleep, hunger you eat
But often a sign that marks my defeat
My part, a savior, on this stage I play
My role, for yours to see a brighter day

Selfish battle the same web we choke in
And yet I’m here moaning like a virgin

There is another, a warrior dressed in blood
Fighting for our mothers, the earth that you call mud
But searching for another, its not each other we hate
For somewhere we’ll meet again, we enjoy a common fate

Selfish battle the same web we choke in
And yet I’m here moaning like a virgin

Alone

a poem by Karan

Alone, he breaks within his own mind
Looks in the mirror and the past unwinds
Feel the needle sink into tender
Rush of pain to which you surrender

Can’t fight that constant spread
His tissues being eaten, her heart’s like bread
Sucking all he gives, leaving him dead
A human’s heart is connected to his head

A strange addiction, no ordinary drug
Obsession, love for a binary bug
Forces that hold her from returning
But his confidence to keep it burning

Alone, I break within my own mind
Hit stop, I never play I always rewind

A Girl Called Suicide

a poem by Karan

A life I hold on to, a stump it may seem
I try all I can to reach out to where it’s green
Guess my feelings are weaker, your’s more strong
You’d probably never return to the arms where you belong

A selfish choice but so common to the specie
Nothing expressed by the other, your feelings run free
This fate I share with others, they feel the same
Guess it’s all just part of the game

Power on all I wanted, a strength just paralysed
A force that held me back, still is, but retreated when I realised
I would live with it forever, or mingle into others disguised
But could it be lost, what caused a smile, discovered all that`s lost, I cried

They weren’t very expensive not to rid me off this sorrow
At dawn I’d be lifeless and all that was, now hollow
Silent they lie beside me I force them down my throat
It’s getting dark in here, death wraps me in his coat.

You Rust In(e)ternally

a poem by Karan

Shake the bucket, were there ripples?
My fault, the thought leaves me crippled
Her state, the incubus her dream,
The ice that melts, inside my brain I scream

A mirage, what I look for I’ll never find
Motionless, still in the mirror, all that’s left behind
The fiery epidemic she set, just another whore
Breathing lust, no satisfaction, always asks for more

I drown into your cryptic pool of eye
The labyrinth of your brain inside I know you cry
Deeper I travel into endless pain buried
A feather that the wind blew, shook up, hurt then hurried

Seeing what you hide, like the birds sense the rain
A warped image of my kind, a thought causing pain
Unrest, a whirlpool tossed into your head
A choice that leaves me helpless, would I be better off dead??

From the mind of paid pleasure

a poem by Karan

You satisfy the urge when you need it
Tulips bloom only in the spring
Don’t care if I ever need you
Moments together are few
You wouldn’t really care more
You’re getting what you paid for
If you’d look through the window
You’d know what I mean
Entertaining those, those I’ve never seen

But the glass you look through is stained
Warm and growing, but then it rained
Promised me money, my young mind just used
Every single day my body abused
Locked in a cocoon, a family suffering the same fate
Tried to write home but found it too late
Dreams just stored, unspoken
The life that once was, now broken
At heart and mind a maiden
Chastity lost, I was pure, but now the cause for your sins
Eternal it was when first came the kiss
But it was not love, just a paid pleasure
I’ve lost interest in that final moment of bliss.