where i can smell the sand
and hear the cries of solitude
where i can see myself
holding on to the tree
that stood right behind the door
that opened up to those mornings
where the sun could just walk in
and say hi
when i could feel the pleasure
of singing to myself
when there was a sense of time
that would rhyme
to the tune of a burning fire
of that innocent desire
and then came knocking down
the notion of maturity
that pulled down the whole kingdom
of mine
no longer was i the only one
wanting to reign in my flights of freedom
coming out of a simple
touch of a hand
but was surrounded by
this ever evading moving target
of being someone
of being somewhere
now at times
a tune somewhere playing
can strike to a sense that once
would make me walk out
and here i am now
trying to make sense of
of freedom
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Mystery Mist
Breaking the veil of the mystery mist
Of being back again and being kissed
For there was no business for the law
As it was laid down to be broken
Where in the house of fire
Ran amok the raging horses
Run away or get trampled
For there were no choices
As skin was the fashion around
And the background noises and the breathing sound
The lost treasure was buried deep
And deep in you it was found
Mind took over the body
And friction ran dry
And won the person with the fury
Leaving behind the laces an injury
When sometime again you'll take a walk
Into the dark alleys of the park
You will find traces in a gist
Of the veil of the mystery mist
Of being back again and being kissed
For there was no business for the law
As it was laid down to be broken
Where in the house of fire
Ran amok the raging horses
Run away or get trampled
For there were no choices
As skin was the fashion around
And the background noises and the breathing sound
The lost treasure was buried deep
And deep in you it was found
Mind took over the body
And friction ran dry
And won the person with the fury
Leaving behind the laces an injury
When sometime again you'll take a walk
Into the dark alleys of the park
You will find traces in a gist
Of the veil of the mystery mist
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Not just another number
As the city slept
There was a fire in a room
And the sparks turning into flames
With every motion and a move
Mirror on the wall
Multiplied the images
Of burning flesh
As the fire rages
A pen might move on
To fill the pages
With every second passing
Wine of passion ages
As the city slept
None could put out the fire
With the friction of the skin
Every flame went even higher
And as it touched the water
The mirror was a mist
With the fingers of my hand
I write your name
For the fire belongs to you
And not just anyone
The city would sleep again
In an another One O Two One
There was a fire in a room
And the sparks turning into flames
With every motion and a move
Mirror on the wall
Multiplied the images
Of burning flesh
As the fire rages
A pen might move on
To fill the pages
With every second passing
Wine of passion ages
As the city slept
None could put out the fire
With the friction of the skin
Every flame went even higher
And as it touched the water
The mirror was a mist
With the fingers of my hand
I write your name
For the fire belongs to you
And not just anyone
The city would sleep again
In an another One O Two One
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Whiff
Count the seconds or count the stars
For it can go on forever
Fake your insides and take the scars
As the line divides the reality and severs
Come and pick the vibrations around
And hear the silence making that sound
Open your arms and don't turn around
Take away my smell as you walk away
Finer than the grains of sand
Thinner than your hair
Waving like a thin strand
Are your particles of romance
Further than the farthest
That time can ever take you
With you would go
The whiff of me
For it can go on forever
Fake your insides and take the scars
As the line divides the reality and severs
Come and pick the vibrations around
And hear the silence making that sound
Open your arms and don't turn around
Take away my smell as you walk away
Finer than the grains of sand
Thinner than your hair
Waving like a thin strand
Are your particles of romance
Further than the farthest
That time can ever take you
With you would go
The whiff of me
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Your eyes
Like light coming over from a distant star
In a galaxy light-years far
Gleaming past the obstacles around
As the arms of universe surround
The earth sleeps away into a midnight dream
Like an endless ocean with an infinite depth
Where all those who sink might die a lovely death
And fly into that solemn heaven
By the winds of fantasy beneath the wings
The flight takes on forever
Like a butterfly opening and closing
Its wings and the colors of a rainbow
Fluttering past the innocence of flowers
Sipping sweet with an arrow
Into the garden of eden
Like a phenomenon unknown
And an elusive search for the reason
As to why it is like what it is
And as the time shies
I can't escape your eyes
In a galaxy light-years far
Gleaming past the obstacles around
As the arms of universe surround
The earth sleeps away into a midnight dream
Like an endless ocean with an infinite depth
Where all those who sink might die a lovely death
And fly into that solemn heaven
By the winds of fantasy beneath the wings
The flight takes on forever
Like a butterfly opening and closing
Its wings and the colors of a rainbow
Fluttering past the innocence of flowers
Sipping sweet with an arrow
Into the garden of eden
Like a phenomenon unknown
And an elusive search for the reason
As to why it is like what it is
And as the time shies
I can't escape your eyes
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
I hate to miss you
Flashing eyes with a faint smile
A few footsteps seems like walking a mile
Your presence makes me feel my absence
For all that used to be makes no sense
And when your footsteps make a tapping sound
I hate to miss you while you are around
Your hands are tied and fingers not open
Words mean something different than spoken
For all the feelings that escaped your gaps
Got picked up before they fell on the ground
And when I hear your voice lurking around
I hate to miss you while you are around
Do you still wanna shiver while I am around
Do you still wanna feel the weakness in you
And turn around to walk with me
And write down the place where you want me to be
For its black or white with no shades or hues
Cuz I hate to miss you while you are around
A few footsteps seems like walking a mile
Your presence makes me feel my absence
For all that used to be makes no sense
And when your footsteps make a tapping sound
I hate to miss you while you are around
Your hands are tied and fingers not open
Words mean something different than spoken
For all the feelings that escaped your gaps
Got picked up before they fell on the ground
And when I hear your voice lurking around
I hate to miss you while you are around
Do you still wanna shiver while I am around
Do you still wanna feel the weakness in you
And turn around to walk with me
And write down the place where you want me to be
For its black or white with no shades or hues
Cuz I hate to miss you while you are around
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Fahrenheit 704
Come back to my world
For I got more to show you
Touch it again to feel the meltdown
Of Fahrenheit 704
Take this flight for it might be the last one
To the destination fantasy
And pause the reality
For undefined bodies
Can't do much but merge into the smoke
Of dying for
And the burning amber
Simmering on my bed
Put your feet where it belongs
To feel the meltdown
Of Fahrenheit 704
Abrasive linen leaving marks on my skin
Repent none for its your lovely sin
Let me feel the deep waters
For your fish is in there
Let the split shatter
And make you cry for pain
Clasp my fingers strong now
And feel the meltdown
Of Fahrenheit 704
For I got more to show you
Touch it again to feel the meltdown
Of Fahrenheit 704
Take this flight for it might be the last one
To the destination fantasy
And pause the reality
For undefined bodies
Can't do much but merge into the smoke
Of dying for
And the burning amber
Simmering on my bed
Put your feet where it belongs
To feel the meltdown
Of Fahrenheit 704
Abrasive linen leaving marks on my skin
Repent none for its your lovely sin
Let me feel the deep waters
For your fish is in there
Let the split shatter
And make you cry for pain
Clasp my fingers strong now
And feel the meltdown
Of Fahrenheit 704
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