Two face

Sometimes its only an escape

that can save the day

or save you an emotion

you'd not easily

be able to displace

Sometimes there is no grace,

lasting displeasure

and in no one's eyes

can you picture the gaze

Bitter distaste

of a tear that ran dry

or the mortal fear of

the time's turning page

How do you know,

its never clear

When a reason for happiness

silences laughter to tears

The reasons a heart

has to keep things sacred,

emotions cold and hatred burning in deep
are the same

that add pleasure to sanity,

memory to happiness

and plant affection in heaps

The roll of the dice;

faces aplenty and little

need for disguise

one entity,

how long can it survive?

There is convergence tonight

Desire

Closed and before
dangled and thrilled
to the core,
my religion
I'm sacrosanct no more

Inward and ashore,
gazing through bolted doors,
wailing for one more...
and bottled up, unsure

Hiding behind drawn curtains,
curled up in white flag
Adrift, adrift...
I'm smaller than before
abject in me,
is prevalent grimace
from the cure

Ask me to hold
what's not mine
and I'll procure
and hold me to ask
who's am I to be
and I'll elope
with those shadows, so pure

Strangers,
confide in me
I'm stranger than before...

Sign out

The mist is clear
now that its storm again

the dryness of the abyss
in the muddy ponds of hold

Let's break into reality and see
how deep does the reality go

En route destiny
timid waters hurt most I know

The roads are sheer emblems
on the journey unto themselves

As I navigate aimless
through the wanderlust

Steering clear of life's cheer
wry and queer is this peer

Static and mere,
the junction of disbandment

Holding tears
I pull sand out of my ear

I'm signing out of history
of every passing year

And the view at the long last
I'm a captive of the abstraction
they call dreams
and yet they say I'm free to ask ...

Glory of pity in chasm
The irony of the creation
of the untold sarcasm

I laugh, I still smile ...

Empty spaces

A robust bird in cage
on a journey
towards it lost flight

Once sky's patriot
now on leveled hermitage
bowing into swan song

wanting to be someone else
he begins to swim
in tears of its passing age

waiting to be rekindled
parks its wings
in hope's resting page

Under its old nest
I ponder of the empty spaces
to its freedom, the spaces to its dawn

while looking at shadows

that bring out a color well known

and shades of gloomy hue

The unhappy hour

and its moments, I'd eternalize

The flight, if the bird is dream

is winged with my might

The restraint is to

reach oblivion

The might is

to last infinity

Time, they say moves on

and what doesn't last

would never go on

How then could I search in places

where I've never gone

What do I do to fill

the places

when I know the void

is making me strong...

The wings are not

going to take me places

when I know not

of the prevailing storm

The journey is not

going to carve me places

when empty spaces is all I long.

A night when nothing happened ...

Candid poses from
the breeze
And hushed whispers from
the trees

Dance of stillness by the black sky

and misty-hue of Blue filters
to my thoughts that fly

Wading post-stops
to the imagery of the misty music
All in a dream,
the haphazard bouts of reality

Running leaves not stopping
to fly with blurring ease, not even
afraid to die

The mind and heart
stoned in sin
pitch black outside,
pitch black within

A naive melody with words
and the rustle of hymn
that doesn't die

A fickle fantasy of
celebration and the spell
grows larger inside

The canvas is across the room
and curved in through the roof

The paint is smudged beyond

recollection and memories

are but proofs

The tiny droplets still trickling

from the thirsty brush

were the last resonance

of the love I dipped in from you

And I keep staring at the
spot and nothing happens
And I keep staring at the dots,
nothing happens

Two unavenged entities in one keep
stuck in a hourglass of time

...as through the summer and

the fall, we had each other

and that was all .

Anything but ordinary

I flip through the album
and the faces turn dry
I picture the pages
and the memory urges me to fly

Through the sands of time
I sink in my fingers
to the the moments,
they make me seek
I witness my journey
to this crossroad,
all in a matter
of insipid few unworldly ways

Those moments
let me seek
and those verses make me speak

The thought of a season
and the years run by

The thought of a fear
and tears numb my eyes

The fraction of life
within the sleep
and figments of dreams
in the heart of pity

No estranged relations,
no past tweak,
just a historian in sin city
searching for something for keeps

The very thought
I kept in deep
and the emotions
that make me sleep
together, hold
my abstract thoughts high

The slightest resemblance
to the passing figure
and my entity begins to wry

The slightest mention
of living and my fears
touch the sky

I am thoughtful
and not feigned
and learning to fly ...

Someone somewhere ...

Somewhere
to be lying awake
while I keep track of
the dreams you weave

Somewhere to be able
to breathe the air that
fast through your sense
you vent

And take it in, every bit
of essence of you
within yourself and all that
you keep that makes
you enigmatic
even in my dismay

To be the listener, if not the
silence in the sound
that draws the love that
you keep

The sound and the beauty
of the pure
The meaning of which
only you and I can be sure

To be the breath
that reassures
and the meaning that
melts down to the core

The magic of the moments
when you're willingly
losing ground

When words fail miserably
and all the esoteric logics
remain unsound

The fear of losing what
you never knew
you had always found

And the sense of comfort
that would soon begin to haunt

Somewhere to be crying
while pain finally runs
down my sleeve

On the shoulder of tempest
in the arches of your grace...
Never questioning
the purpose in this quest
which makes us run

Someone in some world
like the one that you
and I chose to define
lies a feather beckoning
to fly

A gush of wind and
we're away you see,
flying away into the oblivion
driving beyond reason and
insanity

Somewhere these dreams
do run green
someone, somewhere
does keep track of my scream

And count nothing but
those listless ones that run dry

The world I know, the one,
that does exist, at least to me

We haven't named it yet
and so our thoughts
need translation

I haven't seen you yet
so my thoughts need
a little modification..

But if you come along
I'd not chase a mass
rendition

From somewhere far away,
you'd know I'd be reciting the
good old stories and singing
the same songs

The cool shades
of the moon ray dawn
upon our make
someone, somewhere
if listening

Please wake up, this is
our time to make ...

Running out of days

I have reasons to
keep my thoughts,
my vision, mere needs

I have visions to keep
my dreams, my joy
and this reality, my seed

I have hope to keep
my visions lingering,
tethering, tumbling
with no guilty plead

I have love and that alone
that drives my tears when
I cry in happiness
that makes me feel

I am searching for love
in this worldly wager
thin on this tender ice,
a love oaf bewildered
yet guarding his seizure

I'm not tender,
my broken gold has just
grimaced some frown
I'm just falling out of gaze

I'm not abundant
to fit the moon in my days

I just live through
the mornings
and die memorably
in night's daze

Gunning for my muse
I'm oblivious to the chase

I'm running into nothingness
And I'm running out of days ...

Hide

Marble to dew
Ocean to Grey
Shelter to the philanderer
Courage to disarray

I hide from what I seek in you,

or else you'll become me

and I'll make way
for you to take my shape

Asphalt to Aztec
Silver to moonlight
Black to a blind
and
pain to the dead

I do not suffer from insanity
I live in a madness
that I call my own

I can't live in this world
and can't hide self
from the one
you've shown ..

One in which I
lost myself
and gained lots of you
and so you know
I'm reaching myself...

Pieces to glue,
old things to new,
cowardness to a prophecy due,
reality to the things that
lead me to you...

I can't go on walking
my steps don't abide
The truth in your silence
that I can't hide isn't
any old nor new

for me or for you ...

Feelings to those dead
Meanings to the deaf
Confessions to love
and
resistance to death

Stop now,
enough...

Purpose ending,
togetherness bending,
rise and fall of the leaves
All accumulated in treasures,
the only priceless spending ...

Cage to my dreams
voice to your fears
Miracle to my reality
and reason to your cheer ...

My present gives
me a flickering fear
and my past's
the rhythm divine

In floating merriment
of this arrangement
I'm losing my pain
in my mind

Hidden from the nearest
lot and into the blue
my tears still float
while these joys rinse the sky ...