Nobody's Home

Passing through the corridors
searching for the traces
once more

Forging through
the forgotten,
leaping back and forth
like the abandoned tide on the shore

Memories are hard to let go
Faces whispering
cornered in shadows

Don't know
what belongs where
and where it is to go

It lies where it does
broken inside
with no semblance of a glow

Yet everything is not broken
folded within
are pieces bonded
and caressed with thoughts

My circle of life
is still blooming fair
traces of contours
still sigh down
and stare

Tell them not to find,
love endlessly
Celebrations and
obituaries would still flow

Unable to forget
are those
who can't forego
Mind wandering
in lust
of serviling meadows

Hard to be secure
when everything seems
so obscure
the only feeling
of being sure,
of not needing anyone
anymore

Shelter's lost
as the storm wiped
up the core

All my moments of faith
that made me who I am
lay outside the window,
drying up forever
Stories that were made for us ..

I can barely recall
any of them being
intermittent to my call

Behind closed doors
the visions will still play
we'll see what we want
to see
Till life opens up a way ..

The storm will never end,
the spark that makes
power grow,
the reasons that keep
you mum and moving
will emerge

Halting all thats on show...