Fake Dopamine

When I look at you

and your hundred photographs

with some smiles saying cheese

while you are busy making some material memories.

You tend a click a shooting star

or perhaps a new born flower. 

You capture the reindeer

and get a video of a someone drinking beer. 

Those likes that please

and the validations that they give.

Is it really what matters ?

Would you still click the riviera

instead of lying on the grass ?

or would you take a moment to breath

or post just another smiley ?

Its a never ending cycle.

Communication through light

and distantly distant on the inside

You still don't bother

and still request more friendships.

Do you still long for those hugs and

that little chemistry.

Do you still wish to hold hands

or the ups in your heartbeats.

I still wait for a whisper,

telling me that you love me.

I wish to wake up besides you

and not for a beep.

But there’s you

and your Fake Dopamine.

The Alley of Dreams

In the streets of manipulations,

simplest questions

unanswered in the virtual dimensions,

found no directions.

Monkeys all the way

slaying each other in the name

of so called glory of success,

with ugly evil smiles

or with beautiful deception.

Some shed tears of joy

while some others remain annoyed,

for those who drown

and for those who rise above.

Hearts and brains are sidelined

and devils spirits rule.

Are they lost or are they confused?

Looking at what they do,

Angels mourn them too.

Walking alone in those streets,

Running tired through the pathway, 

Dark and dusted,

Happiness busted

Singing the requiem,

They call it The Alley of Dreams !

Until One Day

She did really never knew

All the pieces of my conscience,

All these moment of despair

And in this darkness,

I believed she would never let go,

She would stay by my side.

I wouldn't stop the thoughts of her,

Like my guiding light,

Taking my pleasures and pain away,

All the while she was like,

Alone star in my dying Universe,

I believed she would never let go,

She would stay by my side.

Guarded secrets of my life,

She was the one with the keys,

Holding a gun, there was she,

I thought, Like protecting her child,

Like a drop in an entire ocean,

But the filled me completely,

I believed she would never let go,

She would stay by my side.

Until One Day,

She killed me and my dreams of her,

Until One Day,

Mocked my love and my misery,

Until One Day,

Locked me down my secrets,

Locked me in those memories.

Until One day,

She watched me wither, she watched me burn,

Until One day,

Left me nothing, not even part of me,

Until One Day,

Drowned me in my pains,

Drowned me in my feelings.

Until One Day,

I stopped being there,

Until One Day,

I chose not to care, not to stare,

Until One Day,

I never looked backed,

Never been the same.

Until One Day

There was no right time,

Until One Day,

I waited no more,

Until One Day,

I never looked for the clues,

I never longed to be with her.

Until One Day,

I went back to my shadows,

I went back to my darkness,

I waited for a new day,

I still do,

Until One Day ! ! !

The Dying Rage

Where did the fight begin?

I find no signs in.

Why can I not breathe?

What is this happening?

Look in the ashes,

maybe they have the answers 

to what is dead now and

what is coming.

Hooked my soul

to the chains of remorse

and to the vines of a graveyard,

and lay there alone.

Are my senses hypnotised

Or tell me what it is.

Not the touch of skin

nor their breathing,

I can feel nothing.

Look in the ashes,

maybe they have the answers

to what is dead now and

what is coming.

Break me free from this misery.

Take me along, make me feel

or let me stay with

the dying rage

of my destiny.

Fading Storm

Sometimes I hear ,
myself in a calm place
and a casual time,
with the shadows of stars,
under the bright moonlight;
on the streets,
where a mother holds a child,
protecting her love,
them satisfying their hunger,
in a good warm supper.

Oh dear one,
is it your smile
or the stories of the
tortured souls
playing nice for once?

Is this the cure
or an illusion of panacea ?