Sunset's Over

By Shanthanu Venugopal

I see spirits

Figments of imagination

Apparitions that roam the corners of the mind

Invitations from walking fascinations

Only to find that fear resides inside

That which keeps me from you

That keeps me from being true

Crude behavior to make myself seem like someone’s savior

A layer of viscous desire, the fireman lights the fire

I wait for meaning in sunsets

Rhythmic deep breaths that the sky sets

Love struck and yet my heart’s in pieces,

Never content with my content keep trying to iron out the creases

It never ceases to amaze, the maze, the mind, the kind of finite,

Opportunity that is required to provide the perfect song, lyric, and melody

To remedy all of my ailments.

Every friday evening my brains are battered out on the pavement

Waiting for the return payment, for all my practice, and soul shards,

it's so hard and never satisfactory, but the alternative is monotony

A cataclysmic catastrophe, placed into my morning meal, taken out the seal,

The price of creativity of is the depravity that comes from a lack of productivity

If I wasn’t working what would I be doing?

What could I be doing instead of constantly stepping on to stage

And proving that I’ve got something and create magic from nothing

That one thing that you’re looking for I can conjure and I am willing

I’ll share my despair, all my pain, and anger to ensure that this will transpire

I give my word, my honor, cut ties with all that I could have instead And offer myself to this art’s bed, my heart conquers my head, And I travel this road till I'm dead.

By Shanthanu Venugopal