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!

And then there were none!

She strummed pausing chords on the guitar,

A cigarette dangling on her lips loosely,

The room lay dimly lit in silence,

Smoke bellowing above the old couch.

She poured herself another drink,

Counts of lost lovers gone in each sip,

Her fingers lightly touching the wounds again,

She looks to the glass ceiling on to the stars.

Brightly lit candles give her company,

She sits after a sold out night,

Looking dazzling in her indifference,

In an empty room of scotch and cigarettes.

Laughter of innumerable voices,

Now lost to the grieving room,

Soul sold off to the highest bidder,

An artist’s voice now on hire.

First went the music…

Then it was the lovers…

And then the dazzle…

And then there was None!

It’ll be over soon

He held me still by the arms…

Running his hands through my hair…

Bringing them down to my lips…

A tear crawling to his fingers…

His body pushing me farther behind,

His lips on my neck,

I tried to scream,

I knew he couldn’t hear me now.

Tearing my innocence,

With his bare hands and skin,

He looked at me for a moment,

He held me close, so still.

Lost in his trance state,

He forced himself on me,

The curtains flying to the breeze,

Red covered my wounds.

I stopped trying to run away…

I moved to scars as I held him…

I heard him smile…

‘Don’t rape me’, another tear fell…

He had whispered to me then,

‘It’ll be over soon’

It isn’t… It never will be…

I Call it Magic

Sitting by a window pane,

Dreams about a life in dreams,

Rejecting time,

Broken between the real and the surreal.

I sit by the window still,

Looking at it all,

Looking at what I don’t want,

Looking at what I will never want.

And in their love and loss,

The fear of losing another one,

Greed of the broken winged,

Greed of a lost cause.

Passing through storms,

Lost and found,

Between the music and the musician,

Rhythm of the cursed…

No fear of the unknown,

Fear of the unspoken,

Big Realities…

Bigger Illusions…

Curiosity to a stranger,

From the unknown…

A life against rules of reality,

Moving to the surreal.

Dreams of another window pane…

Dreams of a swim in the open ocean…

Dreams of being lost in the surreal...

Dreams of a lost cause…

I sit by the window still,

Music of the free world,

Realities of a golden cage,

A life of taking flight.

Life as a circle…

In a square box…

I call it Magic…

I call it Truth…

Amidst the rubble...

Laughing on the couch,

She lightly kisses the haze…

In the arms of strangers,

She dances in circles…

Holding on to the curtains,

She turns around to see the noise,

Just one more time,

Crave for the morning…

Throwing her glass on the wall,

She tip toes around shattered glass,

Jumping across roofs,

Falling in beds…

Woken up by the cannon balls,

Smeared lipstick on the walls,

Shards of glass in her soul,

She lights the cigarette.

Another night of driving around,

Another kiss in the air,

Another knock breaks her trance,

Ashes of a forgotten time…

She rolls under the ivory sheets,

She kisses to the moans…

Amidst the chaos…

Amidst the haze…

Amidst the rubble…

Long Days… Longer nights

 

Ever felt like changing your skin?

Ever felt like going to a place where there are no memories?

Ever felt like saying nothing for hours?

Ever felt like driving all night in circles?

Ever felt like staring through the stars?

Ever felt like knowing nothing about someone?

Ever felt like lying about yourself?

Ever felt like listening to the same song on loop for hours?

Ever felt like kissing for hours?

Ever felt like sleeping the whole day?

Ever felt like making love without any love?

Ever felt like walking on for miles alone?

Ever felt like killing someone?

Ever felt like being in love?

Ever felt like not thinking?

Ever felt like running naked on the streets?

Ever felt like dying alone?

Broken fragments of nightmares…

Truths of a moment lost in lines…

Staying lost between Truth and Moments…

I do… Everyday!

Lost in the abyss of yesterday…

Scratching lines off her palms…

Looking for a new tomorrow…

I do… Everyday!

Silence of a different kind…

Cassandra calling me out…

Letting the world stay lost…

I do… Everyday!

Holding Cassandra hostage six feet under…

Amidst hollow dreams and hollowed truths…

Sitting in a corner looking at this world silently…

I do… Everyday!

Prophecies smiling at a stranger…

Broken mirrors around me…

Pushing strangers between the lines…

I do… Everyday!

Searching for this moment in a ruble…

Smoke and ashes in equal parts…

Living through chaos…

I do… Everyday!

And Cassandra mocks me…

And I feel too much…

And I say too little…

I do… Everyday!