Dazed and Lonely.

I feel like I'm walking through doors all the time. In and out. Doors heavily ornate some, others plain and simple with a little doorbell that goes ding! All of them open and close to little pockets in my mind, where I find little peace and a lot of doubts. Flaring up to the slightest indication of loss, holding on to tattered pages of history that almost everyone's so happily forgotten, how dare they. I'm not supposed to pee on you and make you mine, no? Territorial rights can be sketchy sometimes and I haven't yet learnt to handle them with adequate grace and dignity. Sharing a bed helps. Memories of vague intercepted mail, don't.

And the weariness of my addled mind just adds to the aging cage that is the body, making it difficult to breathe in this thick, knotted atmosphere. There's nowhere to go but huddle in the corner of a borrowed room and let the dreams fill you up till you forget you're dreaming, and then some. Mottled ropes of twine I feel like, about to collapse without warning, straining against the mouldy wall for support, sighing dramatically, till I'm sufficiently depressed enough to be happy. Oh I'm a keeper, yessuh.

Take Me With You.

1.

The candles sing a tender song

Under my lover's desk, casting silhouettes

On my weeping self.

Under there, I reach an epiphany of sorts

I can't see them, until they sing.

My birds have nowhere to go

Until you sing.

2.

This body wastes

Long runs in black stockings new

Lying next to the shoes that you're hurriedly putting on.

Scared of the memories that are slipping

Right away at the Goodbye.

Maybe he'll forget

he was here.

I wouldn't lie to you, no

I'm scared.

3.

Awaiting anonymous arms

Anonymous nights

With anonymous songs.

Some lessons yet to be learnt

Awaiting new love

In some stranger's arms.

Yet I might look for a letter

Now and then

Bearing your signature

And that unforgettable scent.

Dunno When This Happened

What is Truth?

A momentary grasp of the ever elesuive Real
A glimmer of red juicy light in a kaliedoscope of tears
A silence between the lover and her beloved
A hand reahing out, a head away, turned.

The velvety liquid between her legs
The rejection faced third time over
The vault that never opens
The sigh that escapes inspite, despite....

How many times before you break?
How many saves before they miss?

The moon's light shines only as much
What illuminates our direction then?
The music plays only as much
What gives solace then?

Give me color and a brush
I'll paint over your words...

R.I.P Slinky

i miss you....

Junkie Love

Losing breath and gaps of insight

Mighty love and slight disguise

Your wondrous smile and my misdemeanour

Empty words and an easy conscience.

On his weary sabbatical

The junkie meets the boy

Truth falling through

A life sentance!

Addicted to pretences

Nicotine, coke, love, vengeance

Hiding from a dimming light

Long live music.

Come back to where it all began

Experimenting, falling, saving

Lie after lie of cool deception

Hate after drugs after love.

Are we all gonna make it?

I hope not.

Hysteria Zipped

Rickety stools and benches marked,
Blackboard's wiped and the room's stark,
Light streaming in through fractured glass,
Fears repressed as the confusions starts.

Tick tock goes the forced clock,
Time's conical existance unlocked,
Tentative thoughts slip under the rock,
I'll make up my mind when you stop.

Life lessons are yet to be unlearned
Feeble voices within left unheard
The black sheep's following a lost herd
You could change yourself as life unfurls.

"And yet the soul dies every night
Only so you could wake her up -
Every time."