Cassandra lost...

Looking at the stars move past me...
Through the quiet dark skies...
In wilderness,
I know not how to stop them...

You helped me stop the stars once...
Through kisses on the lonely night...
Cries of a lost soul...
Entwined like forlorn lovers...

Stalker lives are not amiss...
Forgive me, I crossed the line...
But the line never concerned me...
I held back for you...

The talk show is quiet...
Dreams lost in a shadow...
Nightmares turning the last hope...
Maybe tonight I wake up!

Roars of a different time,
Memoirs of a lost whore...
The angel is transformed now...
I let go again, tonight.

Caresses of the invisible hawk,
Pushing the wrong buttons...
Snake eyes upon the moon,
Orgasms of my last night...

Making my way to an empty road...
Twilights of the forbidden life,
Promises broken,
Opening to moments shut...

Cassandra runs...
No resistance ot surrender...
The chipped walls smirk at her...
Crawling into black holes...

Closets of unclothed lovers,
Forlorn in moments of cries...
A sign on the door says otherwise,
Taking over lost nights..

Eyes closed to tarots...
Signs of disaster thrown offboard,
One more truth and I redeem...
Let the lost stay lost...

If only...

I crave for what I've lost... I crave...

I crave to see sunshine on that windy terrace...

crave to listen to old christmas carols...

crave to dance and have the music keep on going...

crave to listen to floyyd in dark corners of my mind...

crave to go to places I have not even heard of...

crave to meet people whose stories I can tell...

crave to see movies till the early dawn...

crave to sleep for 24 hrs...

crave to read books of authors unknown...

crave to go back to my roots...

crave to move away from my roots...

crave to hear the butterfly fluttering around my ear...

crave to catch the 1st drop of rain in my hands...

crave to dance in the moonlit night...

crave to sing in an empty auditorium...

crave to lie down and dream...

crave to talk for endless hours and not look at the watch...

crave to hold you and not have to let go...

crave to kiss you without any other thought in my mind...

crave to miss the train and go to directions lost long ago...I crave...

And you know all about it...

A Knock Breaks My Trance...

My grave lies open,

As the crows hum a tune,

My ashes lie awake

And I ponder- Should I sleep?

The streets bustle with marketers,

They eye me from the corner,

As I lie on the bed again

A knock breaks my trance.

As he washes the blood,

A tear strolls down,

My hands tremble with pain,

Something lets go deep inside.

I hum a tune long lost,

As the steps drown away,

You gave me no reason to stay,

And, the grave still lies open.

The walls are closing in on me,

I feel distant trumpets blowing,

Even as I dance around,

My fingers now numb away.

A faint murmur breaks my trance,

I run my hands about the cot,

This plight seems almost fortunate

But, the crows keep singing.

The picture on the wall smiles at me,

I pass a checking glance around,

The lecterns are all empty now,

And the joker just moves around.

I shift from side to side,

Yet, the pain submerges never again

As I close my eyes to dream,

A knock breaks my trance.

“An angel has been raped”

Cries the pageboy below,

“Why now?” I smile to myself,

And again, the knock breaks my trance.