Thursday, October 16, 2008
Flowing along the undecided current
Stomach churning, eyes stinging
It's all blue, salty and well... blue.
And I'm walking along our road
Head bowed to the ground, watching for footprints
Snapshots of our love among the white and yellow flowers
And the scent will always - ALWAYS - haunt.
Now I lay in my neverland
I've dreamt of lying on this patch of grass
With music floating between us
And the kind of silence that's nice.
Right then I was flying
With the wings that you solemnly put on my shoulders
And I pretended I'm an angel
Hoping you are secretly watching.
But here I sit in my vacant corner
Listening for the bell
Hoping for the best, Ignoring the rest
Missing you the most...
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
With every syllable
We part with turned faces
Of fragmented thought
Time stood still
In that one tiny secret moment
I felt my heart jump
Shocked into motion
I wonder if you even noticed...
A figment of sultry imagination...
The sun faintly taunts.
I could wish you into being
Right next to me
Surpassing my expectations
That wither and grow
With passing moments.
You ARE here
Doesn't really matter.
Friday, October 3, 2008
She had disappeared so slyly and I didnt even realise how I was standing there, listening to a disoconnected silence... Not that it wasn't silent when she was around but we were so comfortable, sharing our minds like clothes ; our bodies managed to keep us apart only that much after all... We used to laugh at all the crummy people who wanted to be our friends and we would lead them on, till we got tired of them... Discarding them, like used toys... And I remember the emptiness crashing around me had been deafening, when she left, and I wondered if I should scream out or maybe kick a stone or cut my wrist or something... That would piss her off... =)
But she wasn't coming back and I had to hunt her down right? Striding down stinky streets, or running up a lonely hill, all I found was my deflating hope and more than anything I wanted to know how she could possibly stay away when I was slowly fading without her?
Volatile phases and drab metaphors
The world's gone but you're still here....
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Faintly this pulse thuds along
Ignoring the humdrum, the push and pull
The apocalyptic lull that's creeping
Into a heart that's being held at ransom
By your placid eyes, your hearty laugh
Your achingly charming loyalty
Surreal, this sky that envelops
Us in its moody shroud
Sullen at times, joyous at times
But always -
Watching us as we go about
Staging our myriad plays
As we go astray
Only to come back
Gullible and gay....