Sunday, January 27



State of affairs

Seeing the stars
in my sleep
I am flowing through the moonlight
while you keep
my sanity
and
my pain

I shake the myth
and emerge less inane
I fumble through
the lies
and stumble deeper
trying to contain

The urge to spill
whats to be numb
by now
the urge to proclaim
what was to be
somehow

My truth, my life
my dreams
take two
leave no spare

Hold me close
infinity
I'm driving
down your way

Sit and watch me go
silently
and
hold what you can't
let go

Frame my dispositions
with reverence
old friend
while the vision is bleak
and the narratives still seek
the conjecture
is oblivious to a maybe

Mighty might
would you restore
seek serendipity,
serenity's fast melting core

the layers of hope
turn a new shape
Turn the slayer
to cope
Oh! whoever said
we could live on in hope

Slapstick
adaptations
and maneuvers of plight
the keeper
of secret has
rejected the sight
and all those
that turn your thoughts
away

Look at the black
of the night
and
the color you think
your life will portray

perspective shifts
no longer looking for meanings
while the night
rests on its laurels

the difference as you know
will always be there

You've something else to say
and I've nothing else
to hear

inch by inch
and tear by tear
we're losing, we've lost
the meaning
of being near

Fear of not being together
thats
now no longer there

My mortician
I'm no longer bewildered
by fate
I may not be moving
on but
I know I am not furthered by wait . .

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