All the time thinking of you
Inside of my inner me
Thinking of you being in me
All the time , bringing joy to me
From within me
Lively, long to eternal hush
All the time thinking of you
All The time
Friday, May 7, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
Long Alley To Nowhere
Long alley and blue dark sky
shadow covering the air
moon breeze and
long distance alley
Abundant with glare ,
Long alley leading to
A dream sequence
From flower to flower
From iris to iris
From a maze to a labyrinth
Floating in mist
All gets confused
Shattered and reborn
Dawn , dewless and mirky
Could deliver answers
To be turned into new
Questions and horizons.
Inception of a long journey
The never ending pace of
Someone’s clock.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Flowing Through
Phoebus the altar
set to go far
In spite the stars
stranger in the eyes
Stormy lofty smile,
stranded ajar
The balance of a star on its milky way
Trip to insanity land,
far away land
Behind the spikes of laughters
Ahead of the sparkles of hail
Flowing through a senile life
Making it worth its sadness
Eyes opened so wide
There is nothing to miss
there is nothing to see
Enjoy the ride
With blood shot eyes
set to go far
In spite the stars
stranger in the eyes
Stormy lofty smile,
stranded ajar
The balance of a star on its milky way
Trip to insanity land,
far away land
Behind the spikes of laughters
Ahead of the sparkles of hail
Flowing through a senile life
Making it worth its sadness
Eyes opened so wide
There is nothing to miss
there is nothing to see
Enjoy the ride
With blood shot eyes
On that Sand
Standing ashore on that sand
Full of imagery and shells
Shadows dancing on the sunset
Marveling the seagull
Pretending to be bound
leaving for the land
Of that particular sand
Where love had a meaning
where wings were useful
ride the tide
caress the gentle breeze
capture the envy
All is left is bitterness
Of a lost cause
Full of imagery and shells
Shadows dancing on the sunset
Marveling the seagull
Pretending to be bound
leaving for the land
Of that particular sand
Where love had a meaning
where wings were useful
ride the tide
caress the gentle breeze
capture the envy
All is left is bitterness
Of a lost cause
Lagune of Dawn
Merry go around
Yeah it is so sorry it abounds
Wherever you look it is found
Brown horizons of dust behind
Same old cracking sound
Of them mourning crows
hovering around
be here and nowhere
At the same time
A song , a murmur or maybe
A whispering shooting star
On its way to its altar
Lovely sight ,
Eternal light
endless loveless hike
Showering wishes around
Sailing toward the sun
Yeah it is so sorry it abounds
Wherever you look it is found
Brown horizons of dust behind
Same old cracking sound
Of them mourning crows
hovering around
be here and nowhere
At the same time
A song , a murmur or maybe
A whispering shooting star
On its way to its altar
Lovely sight ,
Eternal light
endless loveless hike
Showering wishes around
Sailing toward the sun
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
One night stand with destiny
Another scanty lovely beat
With the love and all
To get to be among the lights
Another breeze
Another saying to celebrate
A luster to be had
Are you where you are ?
Agony from within the glory
The dreams of the last vision
Another broken promise
With the love and all
To get to be among the lights
Another breeze
Another saying to celebrate
A luster to be had
Are you where you are ?
Agony from within the glory
The dreams of the last vision
Another broken promise
Silent Prayer
Into eyes with wonder
what else is there ?
but the all too familiar
feelings of being alone
Unfolded memories
wrapped in whispers
sedated by too many
unanswered questions
unspoken words
turned into sighs
Eyes can see through
nakedness of cold breezes
what was joyful
is ablaze from within
Till the last ashes
wishing in vain
the moon and its rain
silent wait can be insane
what else is there ?
but the all too familiar
feelings of being alone
Unfolded memories
wrapped in whispers
sedated by too many
unanswered questions
unspoken words
turned into sighs
Eyes can see through
nakedness of cold breezes
what was joyful
is ablaze from within
Till the last ashes
wishing in vain
the moon and its rain
silent wait can be insane
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