Away

Under the road to the altar
mingled by thousands sighs
resting glares shading
murmurs of the past

 A winding road
 briny world
 immaculate fiends
 waiting in vain
 the moot ambush

 Rilling and jettisoning
 against all odds
 fierce look of the horizon
 mating with the sob
 to become me
 again and again

Somewhere

Glorious ones 
in the hands of a labyrinth

crushing  dreams

making  brims

fun is the way 

to the other side

of the remaining days

left behind

ashering winds

of joy

into the unborn dawn

resting souls 

around a fire of clebrations

somewhere ajar is the gate

 somewhere is done the fate

waiting  solicitting 

envious smiles

into dry lips

 asking for more

washing by tears

waiting to bloom 

into another  sigh

somewhere  a star

mourning its blaze

 the scale  of that rose

 the twig of a  hare  

 just to remain alive 

Inside the Outside

Strewing the wishes 
like a Sennett from the far away 
sounding just like the drums of a snare 
just lisps of lifeless wishes uttered 
like swarms of roars 
like vitriolic virulent feelings 
echoed by hallucinative prisms
stenchy moist in the eyes
is what is left of the lure 
to the den of grand deceptions 
so translucent and prase 
the trip of tears through a sprue
into the land of fearless brumes 
standing behind the eye and its vision 
the soul and its mission 
the dark and its perception 
another boyard gone insane 
stuck with a face without a name
hindering and hampering the lame
impeding proses into flames 

For A While

Under the road to the altar
mingled by thousands sighs
resting glares shading
murmurs of the past

 A winding road
 briny world
 immaculate fiends
 waiting in vain
 the moot ambush

 Rilling and jettisoning
 against all odds
 fierce look of the horizon
 mating with the sob
 to become me
 again and again

As the daisies were gathered

As the daisies were gathered
around the fountain of whispers
longing to the dewy days
where love was easy
to come by
moans were so breezy
the soul's going so crazy
trying to catch the moondance

Pretending to be a storm
to cover the glow with haze
the map to unseen mazes
where the heart longs to be
a halo longs to its shadow
hearts to their murmurs

Mesmerized by the light
so frail to fight
just like a fading might
when it goes out of sight

As the daisies were gathered
to bloom and blossom
into the friends color
they might calm
an ocean jettisoned
by its own waves

As the daisies were gathered
into the unborn dawn
gone missing
along with the swan feather

As the daisies were gathered
into oblivion
into another gathering
that never took place
to mourn passers by
undecided to go or stay
just like the season's mist
when it goes awry

Burning desires

doors to the dawn
elaborate plans
enjoy the mystic
of being a sigh
in a dream
in a joy of love
close your eyes
hear heart cries
feel the soul sighs
longing to its highs
into your eyes
pretend no otherwise
don't have alibis
not even whys
meet me halfway
under the bridge
sanctuary in a dew
meeting a flower
blooming in the wind
under the stars
of burning desires

In the air floating

in the air floating
tranced by some cyclone
throve of a march
without a baton
in search of a prone
just like a drone
stingless and dull
yet sinking in awe
just like a leaf
brinking away
like a feather dancing
in its own world
having its own rhythm
within its own soul
so evasive to capture
so real in its quietness

Awash to the shore land

Awash tidings
bringing desires
behind moans
of smiling stars
and dancing moons


Perfect world of
smooth shells
marking time
toward the land

A journey to sand
of thousand whispers
hearts to mend
souls to blend
through mazes
and different phases

To remember
why we became
alive through a hope
there is a mirror
in the inner side
of each other's mind

echoes gone

choosing echoes
bringing up the sudden halo
abound and riposte
reap and awry
funny and decaying
plentiful and bashful
the world ashen
as if there is a rub
as if there is a meaning

absent are my own exaltation
ask for the will
stand still
see how it feel
with this deal
awry bitter seal

Home Bound

Where is home ?
where is the smile ?
ushering the warmth

Where is the heart ?
where is the beat
the glorious seat
above the world standing
tall and immaculate

Where is the broom ?
destination insanity land
or under the rug ?

Where is the gloom ?
when in need to face it
once for all
trance or another stall
just copiously messy
silently roaring
where is the ilk
of my flickering mind

Trying to wrap my sound
my mound and wound
I no longer want to hear my own whispers

Clutched Fist

Faithful to a land
dismissed like a sand
from a clutched fist
Wish to understand
how stretched could a hand
to slip away like a thin
tasteless mocking dust
Through the mist
into the eyes
of a muse on a horizon

the saddest swan

A spinning world abound
with echoes and sound
drowning mold
calming wounds
making it worth a while
Venues forking
places confused
and stage to be had
alas life is too short
Far away behind
the meaning of inception
dragging intentions
filling the gap
Ashen and brazen
once it was
and now it is
so crisp and gawdly
like the cry of the
saddest swan
the saddest swan

Traveler's wind

Set sail to travel
through pages of history
back to the first lie
spread its wings over
wandering heads

To find more wonders
none of them stand
all of them collapse
like a house of cards

A bright moon
and a wide deepening
insanity kicking in
as books getting invented
and a world gone astray
spitting hatred

The Glorious one

Travel inside
what is left behind
stores set aside

Carry me away
to the flary way
stranded amid the deads

Them dead feelings
hollow them ceilings
wail of the whale

transcending misses
global gemini
ushering angels
to its headless pin

Just Because

Just because
there is a sky
that stars follow
just because
there is hope
smiles pretend
looking for
absent eyes
that are gone

melodies tuned down
pitching the silence
them far away echoes

Just because
the body is warm
that life entertains

Marching ahead
facing the sun
aimlessly waving
enlessly wasting
new dawns

amaze

while I tried
still looking for a reason
to stay
still looking for a meaning
to give

If I tried to march head up
if I tried to stand up tall
it is because I am no white bull
I am no white bull

Tickled

in a dream
stars showing the way
to the first time
our lips touching
trembling desires
captive whispers
memories of you

sending in all my love

Through the void

sang a song
thorns and throngs
murmured
into casting wings
above
the drumer's octave
dreamers void
preyed into love
their way through
down with the will
strange totem erected
another song
wasted into deaf ears
another bloom wasted
in a desert land

Come Back To Me

I am not ready to watch you
walk away from my heart
if you do my love ... you know
that I will just fall apart

Now that you walked away
the only consolation left behind
is my lonely wet pillow
the only friend I could find


This hurt over my crying soul
is weighing it down to its wear
my heart's whiffs making it so clear
that I am longing to see you here


I need you to come back to me
I can't wait to touch your hand
and to make you understand
how your smiling lovely face
is my only magical wand
to drive away my sorrows

I need to wrap my arms around you
my heart is in need for your woo
my dry soul is in need for its dew

Come back to me my love
and let's weave our hopes
from our sky and its blue
and from your lovely wide eyes
will make a horizon to sail through

Letters Are Yellow Now

Just the other night
while redecorating my inner side
with some meanings to help me go on ..
I came across your letters
they are so yellow now
as if from another life

I unfolded one just to check
if I am over that hill
yet it connected me back
to the days where
you used to call me 'your life'

Now those letters may sound
to you as shadows of the past
tainted by a mixture of joy and
pain together dancing over like
lost moments gone awry

But to me they remained
gallant snaps of love
we once had that is now gone
gone but left behind so many
pressing questions so thirsty
for answers but for now
I can only imbrue them with my tears
for no answer could resolve my pain .

Gone are those days
but they left questions ..
objects of the past to remain
with me till my elderly age
to take with me to my grave.