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.

Anti

Christening of the anti...
Upon this destined chair,
The broken needle...
A lie upon my night of dreams.

Stars of phantom nights...

Cries of the falcon...
Blues waved away with a wand..
Distraction of the dweller...

Space between our toes...
Eyelids only kisses apart...
The traveller lies still...
Music playing to our fingers...

Werewolves upon the boat of stars...
Dancing over the gleam...
Broken ice on times to come...
What say you today???

Raindrops on the hooded brink...
Whispers upon the noises...
Kiss of the liar...
Acids washing all away...

My hair falls lightly,
Clueless puzzles not to be solved,
Answers lost in the rivers..
Entwined like virgin snakes...

Countless repetition of mistakes,
Heatwaves of insomniac nights,
Mistaken identities hidden in abyss...
Leeches of insanity upon us...

Search of the lost soul...
The dream of no memory...
The place where I dance away...
Quest of this eternal wanderer...

Decibels of insanity at dawn break

Mist of the night fairy…

Shrouded in werewolves…

Curse of the black pearl…

Screaming alone.

Drained cursors…

Abysmal realities…

Free birds burning…

My prison is full.

Clipped butterflies…

Warning signs overturned…

Stars at dawn break…

Smoke kissing between our lips.

Werewolves upon a bed of roses…

Howls of missed calls…

Midnight kisses stolen…

Paranoid knocks all over again.

Caterpillars of change…

Unsurmountable epiphanies…

Daggers of dawn break…

Loneliness advocating...

Errors in absence...

Scarlet chandeliers aplenty…

Burnt roses…

Insomnia strikes again.

Cinder blocks recurring…

Flapping seals…

Anticipated slippery slopes…

Tokens of broken lecterns.

Crossings upon Kafka…

Shadows of our snakeskin…

Mellow lampshades…

Strapped hopes burnt.

Thunderous applause to my mistakes…

A whiff of fresh sin…

Halogen lamps of beer bottles…

Casketed expectations restrained.

Clouded cruelties…

Moonlit croissants…

Cassandra lingers aimlessly…

Shores devouring.

Promiscuous logic…

Polygamous truths…

Hell child within…

Cassandra lives on.

A kiss amidst the Alps

Soft caresses..
Frosty windowpanes…
Brush of the feather-fairy…
Disrupted contrasts upon us.
Why did we hang up?
Voices of incongruity,
We touched upon dawn…
I held back… I wonder why…
Smoke-laden dreams,
Drunk on melancholy…
Smeared with a smile,
Sunscreen, a beautiful gift.
Arched in snowstorms,
Melting words… Untamed fires…
Twilight angels… Encapsulated fireflies…
Broken glass bottles…
Swords of kisses…
Jigsaws of lingering pain…
A peck on every inch…
Blowing the blades away,
Curtains upon the glorious…
Shades of horizons upon us…
Late as always…
I smile in hushed voices.
Longing to hold you in deserts…
To dance in the rain…
To waltz under the moonlight.
Cast away- you and I…
Pirate cries from distant lands…
Ammunition missing…
Calendars rendered useless.
Bathing in cold seas…
Under the chilly night mist…
Dripping in the unspoken.
I lay down the armour tonight…
Invisibility cloaks forgotten.
Atop a thousand views…
Beyond a thousand dawns…
The snow between our toes.
Broken vows of infidelity… Points of no return…
Silken strangleholds… Crumpled sheets…
Clasped undercurrents beside the fireplace.
Curled within each other,
Entwined into hisses…
You look at me,
A kiss amidst the Alps…
A kiss was all it took.

An ode to compulsive disasters

The goblins keep fuming fire,

My gnome whispers a lost poem,

I see the smoke surging ahead,

The vision fumbles in the flames.

Mist spreads its wings,

I feel the warm desolate fields

The streets heave with me

The scarecrow looks at me…then looks away.

Dark clouds hover over my dreams,

Kafka still lies on the shore,

I dance to Dylan’s tunes…

Smoke upon cooled waters.

The coffee brews back in time…

Wafers crunch on your tongue…

A distant land melody…

Fruitless labours exploring spaces.

The rustic smell of fingernails,

Eyes piercing layers,

Intoxicating scents linger on…

Disastrous pursuits are my forte.

A stroke of conspiracy on our palms

I can taste your words on my lips…

The smell of roses at 1 a.m…

Pangs of unspoken words suffocate me.

Cassandra whispers to me every night,

I hold on,

Closer still...

Claustrophobia sets in.

The pendulum swings the minute hand,

The burdened bookshelf gives in,

Invisible motives caressed,

Shivers turning into quakes.

Passion flaring chills,

I spread my wings…I cry aloud,

The sand clock shatters to entwined thorns…

The symphony breaks a tune, a tear drops…

The clock ticks 40 past 8 again,

Those flowers still give me goose bumps,

They turn down the lights,

The cookie crumbles, for maybe, the last time.

Sheets lie crumpled…

Bed creaking again…

The wind upon my cheeks,

I wake up to this nostalgic night.

The ghosts mock my fear,

My fingers shiver on the digits,

The paranoia sets in again,

Unanswered tragedies...

The last flicker burns out,

Scars enveloped in your voice,

Suddenly, my fingers fall out,

Your image mocks my spastic existence.

Insomnia clips my eyelids apart,

I slip again…

Plummeting into the rabbit-hole…

Wilted roses lying around.

Icarus screams in my guts,

A poem lost between the sheets,

We stare at Romeo’s lost poster-you and I,

Webs of lies entangled.

I sleep towards momentary freedom,

All that’s left is the whispers of horses in my ears,

The smell of roses at 1 a.m.

The shimmering sand of our hourglass.