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Wednesday, August 8, 2012
In the midst of a letter
The crisp motion of ink instills
A chlorinated dream.
In the midst of a letter,
Love cringed.
A teardrop saved for tommorrow
a meter set for the
violet dream
another glance at the invisible sky
In the salty weather
Another gulp down the pipe..
Another drop of evaporated ocean
Heart of steel
in the midst of a letter
with true love to conceal.
Friday, April 13, 2012
Window of my eyes
So suddenly things have shown themselves to me
things have left me midway
as my blue sky paved its way through the gray
I'm a traveler catching a view
the curtains inside are broken
the wind line gets through
and sometimes the blue
but I can't block the view
through the window of my eyes
I can't block the blue sun
through the window of my eyes
and the girl in green who was waiting
will now go away farther and farther
No one knew
When the reverse gear was pulled
I'm a traveler catching a view
the curtains inside are broken
sometimes the rain comes through
and sometimes the blue
I can't stop in the rain, it breaks out again
through the window of my eyes
I can't see through the mountain of you
I stared and I gazed,
through the window of my eyes.
I built and I razed a road of roses
And the lonely view was a delight
through the window of my eyes.
So I'm seeing the view
Its covered in blue
through the window of my eyes.
things have left me midway
as my blue sky paved its way through the gray
I'm a traveler catching a view
the curtains inside are broken
the wind line gets through
and sometimes the blue
but I can't block the view
through the window of my eyes
I can't block the blue sun
through the window of my eyes
and the girl in green who was waiting
will now go away farther and farther
No one knew
When the reverse gear was pulled
I'm a traveler catching a view
the curtains inside are broken
sometimes the rain comes through
and sometimes the blue
I can't stop in the rain, it breaks out again
through the window of my eyes
I can't see through the mountain of you
I stared and I gazed,
through the window of my eyes.
I built and I razed a road of roses
And the lonely view was a delight
through the window of my eyes.
So I'm seeing the view
Its covered in blue
through the window of my eyes.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
The fear of loss.
Right now , right here, this moment, this room
Music drips on my passive ears
like water drops in an empty bucket after the rain has ended.
I feel no pain, just a void
I have a fear of loss, that I am bound to.
A moment taken away, snatched from my fist
I fear will leave me bleeding in tears
Mother's love will be no more
Memories will rain on and on, since then.
Deeply moved, awakened by fear
In the morning, love may not be near.
Forever gone, leaving behind
This coma divine
If I don't live forever, I want you near
If you don't live forever, I want you, to be able to hear
Cuz I will have a lot to say
And show, how I was not affected.
I am not afraid, of losing you
I will be strong, when your time is through
I will be strong, when your time is through
I will move on , a perennial river
That takes with it, all the things dropped in it.
Deeply moved, awakened by fear
In the morning, love may not be near.
Forever gone, leaving behind
This coma divine
Friday, March 2, 2012
What if I disappear?
I walk through the hours just as they walk through me
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I disappeared
Will there be a warm air in the places where I stood?
I would like to know, what would happen.
People don't know people sometimes
but their smiles communicate
Its all so inconsistent for me
Think I could be subject of a great fraud, at times.
Will there be a marriage with my name written in bold letters on the cards?
Will I too get trapped in this circle of life
How long does it take to twist this key through the hole?
The door wouldn't budge, but what if I was never there to answer it?
I would like to know
If I wasn't there, how would things go?
Will I be remembered.
Will there be a warm air, in the places where I stood?
Without me, the winds they died
Without me, the sun didn't rise
Without me, the oceans they dried
Will there be a warm air, in the places where I stood?
Without me, the winds they died
Without me, the sun didn't rise
Without me, the oceans they dried
Nothing to see, and nothing to breathe
Without me, I would like to know
Can there be another show?
The one that makes them laugh , and make them moan
Will there be a prayer for those whom I love?
Will the memories hold or will they go?
What would happen
I would like to know.
what would happen
I would like to know.
cuz I can feel the warmth in the air around me.
What would happen
I would like to see.
If like a free bird someday
I disappeared
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