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Meenu Syriac Jul 2014
Because every now and then,
Someone slips away,
Passes on to never walk the earth again.
Makes you wonder, how every blessing
Needs counting, and each moment treasured.
You are here for what counts,
Time,
An unsung song for receding tides.
A breath, a whisper, before you know it you're gone.
Walk the face of earth,
A passing wind that kicks up a storm,
Or a silent contender for a game we call life.
Shallow desires, our selfish deeds and dallying with a price.
The shadows call, can you hear their song?
We dream too much to never know the day,
A day when your eyes open to the darkness,
Give in to the voices that call our names.

Will you ever wonder of the song you left?
Joyful or as silent as the beating of your heart?
Will they sing of you, a song of pride and respect?
Because like everyone that deserved to live their life thru,
You were a breath, a whisper,
A dreamer, a believer,
And now you're gone too.
For a friend who passed away...
Rest in peace. May his song never end.
Meenu Syriac Jul 2014
The year 1975, a cold January night of a pretentious age.
Midnight approaching as the music plays in the background,
Soft yet endearing, perfect for a man with a broken smile.
He sits there in his chair, drinking whisky from the bottle,
With a mind much too stagnant, entrapped, too afraid to wander off.
His thoughts, having already killed his heart whole,
As he awaits confirmation to move on to ****** his soul.
A classic jazz piece of the decade, the woman's voice crisp,
Clear enough to enslave him with the truth.
And truth kills, sharp as a knife waiting to stab,
But more of a hostage at gunpoint, begging to be shot.
The chills begin, one last gulp before he climbs up
And puts the noose around his neck.
His heart stops the exact moment, the record ceases to sing,
As if holding its breath, never to whisper its heart endearing chime.
That cold January night of the year 1975,
There was a broken record cursed to never play again,
Along with the body of a man with a broken smile.
Meenu Syriac Jun 2014
Has the darkness seeped into you
And set you alight like a wild fire?

Beneath all the smiles,
Past all the lies.

Does it ravage your soul
As the loneliness burns each part of you ?

Beneath this surface
A storm begins to brew.

*Have you dreamed so much

Only to find that life has lost its flavor?

A shadow grows within me
Whispers drive me mad.

Do you wish for second chances
Even if you know you'd do it wrong again?

As the wind begins to roll in
And the waters begin to flood.

Would you love someone with all your heart
And let yourself believe in it, despite the truth?

You'll find me in the corner,
A girl with a broken soul.
Meenu Syriac Jun 2014
A tear for the fallen
A shadow hiding behind the cover
A dew drop on a leaf
Blown out into the open by the wind.
A song for the dreamer
As he puts the rope around his neck
A letter for the lover
As she walks off with another man.
A kiss on the cheek
Before they close the lid of his coffin

Everything has an ending
As the colors fade into nothing
Every hello and goodbye
Every tear and smile
Every moment to behold
This life has its closing act
A scene of exit,
Where your choices, you make
As you define yourself
The way you sign your name
A billion people around the world
Living and breathing
Every act, every take
Every decision, every stake
Does it leave a mark?
Does it change a heart?
Meenu Syriac Jun 2014
The night beckons
Fall into its arms.
Surrender to the darkness
While it still lasts.
Blissfully count your stars
While dreams are made to see.
Forget all your worries
Lay away all your misery.
Sleep o' sweet child
To slumber is a luxury.
Wake up tomorrow
And may your day,
Be bright as your future
And as hopeful as today.
Goodnight :)
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