A Liar's Guide to the Dreams..

In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all..

These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight.

They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth... and taste distinctly unusual.

March 10, 2008

I want You... I'm not gonna cry.

I need you. But then, there is this thing deep inside of me that I hate about me. Its someone else inside me and I hate that core.

The Key

Dream about me for the rest of your days
Like lightning tearing the darkness
With the jagged light, enough to stun.

Why is it always this way?

The frightening feeling of emptiness deep within
That threatens to encapsulate the very deph of me
But no, there lies the hope of the broken images that flit
Across the bottom of my ragged feet
Tears me apart with the force of truth
The light fantastic, the light so incadescently bright
The dream of something better, far away
In the distant fairylands
That beckons me to let go
Of the control I insist
On my self

Tear apart the seams of my being
And let loose the beast within
The darkness within that threatens to choke
My spirit.

I stand in the middle of nowhere
Between the darkness and light
And I search for the key
That would merge them into grey.

And I shall fade into sepia-sweet memories
Live and die within those bounds
Pounding the walls to let my self free from it all
And turn away to rise,
Then slowly fall.


Anonymous said...

lovely words...you have crafted it beautifully!

panu said...

thank you.

weevil girl said...

bits of us always bite at the other bits constantly and there's the darkness or the sunnyness and no shelter from either, no refuge IN either of them. being tossed about, our senses get so so fucking weary mahn.

melikes the write much.

panu said...


quietlittleshything said...

panuchondor! melovesyou! but you write things tooscary to read or think much about. why begin with infinity and die in confinement?

panu said...

i have no idea why kintu eirokom kobita porlei amar infinitely suffering jinishpotrer kotha mone pore.

:: Clouds :: said...

kobita porlei amar infinitely suffering jinishpotrer kotha mone pore.


and about the poem,i liked it a lot.rising from the darkness and getting lost it it again in search of a Utopian light. :)

WHAT'S IN A NAME ? said...

has that essential 'far-away' feel to it.

"Pounding the walls to let my self free from it all
And turn away to rise,
Then slowly fall."......graphic.

panu said...

Thank you. We all look for the light. Because we are all essentially from the dark. We all are away from ourselves, na??

WHAT'S IN A NAME ? said...

Crawling towards light i.e.

panu said...


Romit said...

now...dats wat i meant by...d oder side of u...dnt think i even need to comment...i kno wat u mean..totally...

panu said...

its like floyd -- its all dark.