Wednesday, January 13, 2010

The boy who danced...


Looking at the stars move past me through the dark skies...

in wilderness,

I know not how to stop them…

but in that crowd, I dance…


How faintly the moon lies tonight...

screaming in its silent cries...

kissing the edge of my cheek...

a light brush against my eyelids...


How silent everyone is around me…

those fingers among the moving lights…

the blues dancing in the moonlight…

smoke on waters forever…


How I dream of being lost…

of you and roses at 1 a.m…

of the magic dust between us…

of moonlight between our eyelids…


Parted loves belittled today…

smoke of that chamber moon…

waves beckoning…

kisses in stolen seconds…


That’s where I lie…

where the streets have no name…

fireflies in the sky…

dancing on the rainbow…


A kiss from that stranger…

who lost her way…

caress of a drop in the ocean…


Heartbeats of a lifetime…

stolen in a moment…

yearning to sleep tonight…

awake in your arms…


That’s when I leave…

when no one is noticing…

in a world I made my own…

blanks of a new time…


Limits for the limitless…

curse of a headless lover…

knowing not where to go…

in an abyss of multitude paradoxes…


Is this what I want???

pool of untitled…

lying in their own corpses…

not knowing their own…


Smell of the morning breeze…

mist of the night-fairy…

droplets of dawnbreak…

flowers lying curled up…

Tomorrow will be better than today…

I hear her say…

and I know she believes…

and that is enough for me today…

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

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...

Monday, April 20, 2009

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...

Monday, March 23, 2009

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.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

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...

Friday, September 26, 2008

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.