Be here now

Places in my head
I travel without time
bringing me home
to where I can still hear your name chyme

Hope in my heart that you're mine
and some new space for myself
to not lose it when I find you
Be here now...

Bring me to me
Bring me to you
And when we get there
we'd see what really is true

Hope insane and hope till you remain
and hope in vain if that's all that you do
till it becomes your nonchalance
And someday it will come true

Ask for reasons that you can't name
and name the ask that keeps our name
Be here now

And in the distance
long lost lonesomeness lasts
of the promises
that are stitched to the hearts

we live to grasp
these lessens inane
and then the sanity
that calls them profane

Be here now
cause together will be better
than me and you

Be here now
for reasons just won't do...

End of days

Nearing the edge of reason,
thoughts sway

between never ending seasons

of doubts, what lasts

and what stays

Don't say it,
just let it come its way
I've been let down before
coming through the ways
that I thought led
to where I made my shore
and perhaps our bay was too

Remember, how you taught me
to see magic in the world
You know what,
I still do

The occurence and the reccurence of it all
is no more an abysmal blur

They say I have a heart problem now
I tell them, I always did

They tell me I can't love everyone

and but one who I can't see

but must deem is out there true

I wonder how it's still alive
but then I realised, its not
where is the love?

Every step of the way
giving up a little more
everyday, in one or the other way

Remorsing on this journey
wishing for more steps in this play

between wanting and giving up

and this bittersweet foreplay

Let me breathe
cause I'm drowning in my shadow
while you sleep hiding in your sun

The end is what we don't see

and the beginning what we can't define anyway

shadows

Gray and a silvery hue

dipped in black under the white fold

of the blue above

One with the carcass

and the wisps of the night

color of my sin

and your repentance too

one against the whole world

and one against me too

Dark often and tempestous always

like the thought we dimiss with a denial sometimes

dimly lit and yet most visible

when we look within

for a moment into our being

Naked like the sky

and like the land beneath, often cold,

most vulnerable

and yet its consuming hold

a moment of madness

and lapsed reasons

and a saucerful of possibilities to behold

shades and layers

and amongst them

a madenning essence of solitude

A sense of understanding

and an unknown accpetance that

I'd always be a recluse...

Non-fiction

I present my life,

as I felt it as a matter of fact
The presentation,
oh, now it all seems like a big blur

No 'how to' manuals,
no 'to be' guides,
Think, quest, and I became
What did I become?
A monsterly saint of my own decide
and a hero of my insipid domain
No boundaries or emotions,
to condemn or restrain
like a movie with classifications,
but not hinderances to
alter its constrains

Between speaking and listening
bordering often on insanity
knowing well that only
written works tend to remain
heretic or sacrosanct,
debatable but a proof of
an insanity,
that was schematic but unremitting
This unscripted beginning is only
prolonging in my remaining inane

Let's not search for proof
of our existence now,
what is there to blame!

Understand

Not finding the words
not knowing where it lands
not hoping for it all to end
and not knowing why it's all so broken
from wherever I stand

Not having to familiarize strangers
and not growing old amongst the hold

not wanting to know or hold

and not knowing what I was to withhold

No break for pauses

nor glancing for visions

no understudy or preperation helpful

for these unexpected visions

In negation and amidst denail

what is the make up of this senile?

They say they know,

but yet we know not what we do

and yet we run wild in our directions

after things and behind feelings

we call our own

Understanding - the basis for our knowledge

Understanding - the knowledge of all that's around

Understanding- the patience to know and forget,

of knowing and yet not showing

like the tear behind the smile of a clown...

Fill in the blanks

Write your questions
and name your pranks

State your demeanours

while not trying
to hide your glance

Hold your thoughts,
catch mine too,
send me into trance
and follow me there

Fold your gaze,

the growing craze

and more might in store,
what is more pure?

Tell me how do I define?

Should I just let empty words ring

or let hollow thoughts rhyme?

Seen enough to know your belief

now close enough to sense your fears

Bond of faith to share your prayers

though far away yet from thy eyes

Away and near, you arouse only love

and fear I know not signs that you will stand,
wherever we may go, what life will we land,
and some search to follow...

When you sing my songs,

you hold the rain,

I realize anonymity is not yet my domain...

Questions I have though
on one hand,
and blanks on this relationship
of years,

when you hold my meanings,
do you make a promise to
release my fears...?

Silent flight

In the silence,
the clarity of your voice,
climbs high towards echo
Upon the eagles wings
that aren't bound from that flight
you befriend wishful fancy
that's just your might

Between silent thoughts
and the coiled chains of doubt
Holding onto reasons,
the long, black cloud
and walking ways only you’ve known
you reach that elusive constellation

In the freedom and majesty
of the delusional grandeur
transfixed is this sentinel's gaze

In the distance, hind and fawn
Hope returned to a weary pawn,
upon the silent flight Of eagle's wings.

The sweet fragrance of autumn
fills the misty air.

A gentle breeze with moving colors
drives the reasons past the shore

What are we left with when we fly?

A sense of disbelief or
a might that no logics can defy.

IMPULSE

Every step of the way
brings its own shade
and every moment
in silence, I spend,
I spent it on
not knowing rage
with humility
and in disgrace, I laud
the belief that spurs me on
wishing I could turn off the switches
and loosen the hold,
clog the voice
and turn off the lights
long to cast away the yesterday
while praying I could somehow stop
and not let tomorrow
be the same
here are the hidden nemesis of
our hide and seek fame
sometimes, I feel our fates are tied
I grip pain and I see a pair of moisty eyes
Not to forget, every page has its story
holding the narrative is the motion
comic, rythmic or gory.

Impulse and that is all of

us that remains.