The songs in this pages are a silent hymm...

 

And...


Many silent hisses to one night

coils of smoke and pitch black sight

Adrift thoughts some,

some buried alive...

some living insipidly in dreams,

dreams that see no light

perhaps too much of fad,

a darker shade of black

impervious to  white...



Bring me tonight your darkest demure

for I will still long for more

hiding from images etched on the sand,

that leapt with the waves and melted away

leaping back and forth, and around

twisting and turning, and tossed to ground

and subliming entityless, no where to be found


Time can take us places evermore

before and after and after it was no more

And bring back moments,

That were feelings at the time

melting-freezing thoughts in an old world rhyme



To azure, the blue backlight of the sky

Under whose light we wept and kept our summit high

being ourselves as you and I


Our bond runs deeper than any hole in the ground

our tears dipped steeper with every passing round,

of an abject remains that destiny logics,

of the never found remains that memory defines...


I remain true in keeping you pure,

with or without us,

there was always a way

that you never did ignore


Casting away to a neverland inside,

last song of hope breathing of insight...


Why the massive gray on the horizon seems new folklore...?

There's no color so complete than this one

spread on the canvas... I assure


We keep bidding for spring,

but summer is what makes us pure...


painful but forever a push towards brighter light...

A life away from the fiction but only in a twilight


clutching at straws with no hope or respite

And every black spot now haunts the might,

the night will still go as follows,

it's the day that will burn the core

and of all that there'll be nothing to seek,

soon....

they'll be nothing to take back, when it will all be bland

I could go about another day in another way,

but it won't be won't be me and ...