The Oblivious Afternoon

An afternoon shared with an old friend, talking, reminiscing, cursing and writing.

Tired of suffocating,
Tied down to this agony,
Oh, I let go...
And in your waiting arms rests my head.

The soul that made a deal with Lucifer,
Today realizes the mistake made,
The blood that signed the deed,
Today boils with all its rage...

People made of papier-mache,
And prayers made of pulp,
Songs that sing of the dead and gone,
And poems that make us sulk.

A weary thought when struck,
Life could be simpler, but isn’t
Love could help us through it,
What’s saddening is, simple lust just cannot.

Tell me - O, Fair lady...
Amuse me this....
Would you follow me to the grave?
Would you be the one to carry my ashes?

Fading out existence,
In the distance - sins underline life,
I’ve grown tired of mind and its play,
O, Fair lady - lay me the stone, will you?

Our sins define our lives, my friend
In their path is where we’re stuck,
The barbed wires and the dusty lanes,
The broken glass, the twisted window panes.
Whistling wind that creeps in every night,
Night sky so dark that the candle is shy,
Slight chill that scares the daylight,
End of the tunnel in the moon’s dragon eye.

But I believe and believe it to be true
This too shall pass, I swear by you
Let’s hold hands now, with those who care
Let us let them take us there

And this time we shall try to fight,
Our sins can’t slay us in this life.

When a bilateral agreement is reached between lost souls,
What comes out of it is the antidote to painful existence.

- ADK (Fool of life) and Nikita M. Sawant (Grown up)