Ashes to Ashes... Dust to Dust!

Have you ever tasted ashes?

Ashes in your mouth!

Have you ever tasted dust?

Groveling in your own tears!

From the ashes she rose…

Each time like a Sphinx!

And each time they pulled her down…

And they promised her the magical land…

As the demons raped her soul each time!

And they promised her the golden bird…

As they left her alone to play with their Angels…

One more step and she would reach…

And on and on she walked…

And she never stopped walking!

‘I have no time’, he said,

As he turned to play with another

‘Let it go’, she told herself each time

And they promised her the throne of Queen…

As her dress wore ruins and her hair wore moth!

She walked on tired,

Tired of all their lies,

And she wondered why she even asked…

While all she was meant to be was…

Ashes to Ashes… Dust to Dust!

And so she sat there near the pond…

Away from all their promises…

Slowly growing tired to death…

Fading into her own Ashes and Dust!

Shadow of a Non-Believer

Bright morning enveloping the night,

Shades of dark lost in silver clouds,

I look into the mirror, still…

My reflection joined by pieces...

Not the sum of what they think of me,

Not the kind of food I eat,

Not the number of clothes I have,

Not the people I spend time with.

                                             

I lie on my bare back, my eyes closed…

Looking into the abyss of the looping sky…

Memories of changing shades over time…

Found in the cold corners of my mind…

Not the money I have,

Not the movies I watch,

Not the music I hear,

Not the way I speak.

I believe…

 All you know is…

All I told you.

Blue Jazz Nights

 Hues of orange surrounding the sky...

Darkness starting to creed in...

The glass door creaks open,

There I walked in.

You pushed a glass towards me,

Your fingers slowly  pulling on my scarf,

Warmth of your breath playing on my neck,

I push you back and turn to run.

Sitting by the river now...

Silence of the night...

Broken by the waves...

Walls of our own making...

Into each night and then again,

Beyond each hour and time,

 Veiled tears of grief and love,

Make me go weak in my knees.

Jazz music in this dingy pub,

The sultriness in the breeze,

I remembered him tonight,

I longed for a weakness.

Prayer flags in the sky...

Moaning amidst blurred lines...

The touch of a stranger...
Kissing under the stars...

Dancing on toes all night...

Blue Jazz nights... Into abyss

Jumping between Extremes

Walking into the unknown…

The mist around the glass…

The haze of smoke dancing around…

A slight chill in the breeze…

The screen blinks on to life…

A slight smile spreads…

I look upon the stars…

The colours of life flush in…

I throw tantrums…

I cry anger…

I frown upon the sky…

And then, I laugh…

And this night is different,

And this sky looks darker,

And tonight is a new night,

Between the start and the end.

Demons amidst the mist…

Letting go of the whisky…

Letting in the circles of haze…

My fingers start to dance in the sky…

My hair opens loose…

Naked shoulders breathing in…

Dancing to the Nightcall…

Kissing in the air…

Accent of the chill around…

Dewdrops on my lips…

Pushed against the wall…

My hands crushed in…

Moving amidst the unknown…

Demons of a life around me…

Nightcall of a stranger…

Withdrawal symptoms aplenty…

Greed breathing me in stronger…

I make peace with my own fiction…

He smirks from six feet and beyond…

Lost and found in between the lines…

I start pacing back,

I change the tune,

I kiss the fire around,

I move with the rain.