Anonymous
Absence of your form
Would it leave me forlorn ?
Inability of your essence
Would it be my grace's undoing .. ?
Will it all be a sojourn ?
Am I to wait for another shooting star,
The one which has blessed me
with dreams and hopes bizarre ..
To cut another part of me
And wait for the healer of my scar ..
I look at the sky
filled with countless stars ..
Feeling the sea breeze float over me ..
In this humid alien arc
If letting go of myself,
would mean it'd go too ..
If holding on to dreams
I'd someway seek the truth
Everywhere I go,
(with or without you) I try to grow
Lest that something that you'd bring ..
My songs would be incomplete
till you'd not sing ..
I sit up and smile at the sun
Night, I ran through
you once more ..
A prediction (in the sky)
only pronounces me to stay alive
A reason lurks in the shadows
as all logics amidst .. are lies
Those visible are . . unmoved
Few missing are unnerved
Am I not a part of this herd ?
In search of an entity
thats quite possibly,
not even lurking
Like dust in the wind,
Unsure of a direction or purpose
but nevertheless swerving ..
A nameless identity, and
A shapeless face ..
Are all there is to trace ..
A gap that leads me
everywhere
The journey that has become
the very purpose
Of this life ..
Is this victory to prove
the fidelity of my pain .. ?
My life then, at best
a sacrilege
On the doorstep of insanity ..
Added to
a hundred other embedded names ..
With not a wound but pain ..
No one to turn
to acknowledge this plight
Catastrophe's occurring by twilight
Someone then,
whispers a thought
In my ears
By now
You should have been here ..
And my heart
spells me to grow in fear
Amongst those
that brave us from far to near
the ones that
we don't see often
are the ones
Who are somehow dear ..
Dearer still, the ones
who aren't even here ..
Would you advent
end my reprise ?
Will it be another dream
I'd unwillingly see demise ?
If someone would come and
undo these ties
The ones spread in this blasphemy, the lies
and sweep through the walls to denounce
The wait until then is on ..
to see through the ones
that'd come and go
To see the homecoming, my swan song.
