Far Off Summer!

Summer's now gone, leaving behind none but one, I could hardly count me. 

Crimson rage dipped veins bursting out of a forehead, sickly and tired. 

I stare at the dawn's sun arrogantly, eyes filled up to the brim, with a hopeless gaze to return to normalcy.

I relentlessly fought with my loved one's, or was it a trick to dig up the compounding ignorance. 

All fingers holding me I've reluctantly cut, regrets are few, numbers they hurt. 

Maybe the question remains unanswered. 

Do we forgive before time to appear noble or do we hide the sinner in saint?

The sun smirks up at my audacity, intense maybe the focus, he lets on that he is weak. 

Fact remains that the song of victory is his, sung by the canaries. 

Approaching winter with all it's cold wind and dull lights, 

warmth of the pyre not enough for a broken mind plagued with ineffectual demons.

Run away and hide in a self constructed sanctuary, 

full of paper idols smiling from the walls, hands remain cold, a self inflicted circumstance. 

All the tales into one ear, time comes and that ear goes deaf, 

still listening with half a heart but not able to be rude and blast the truth.

Out there braving the situation, again no one to blame, no regrets. 

A stoic heart can be the most cruel but to swat the fly of love with my ignorance, a scenario unthinkable. Tossing and turning like a shaved stone on river bed, all I've got is what I didn't make.

Pieces all scattered, I will never have the glue to fix my roadblocks. 

No, this time the page doesn't deserve her, this is all me pouring my clouds, 

raining down on the scorching white. 

Summer has left me no remnants, none worth preserving. 

A self fought bout which has no clock and no winner.

Open mind clashes with the closed windows, all laden with chances I see floating bubble like, 

all of them pricked one by one by some unknown entity. 

What is holding the beast, where is the pride, self respect a heavy sword, it kills the mightiest foes.

Summer is far behind, leaves are decorated on my street, 

I don't miss a thing till I go to to the places and my eyes again fill up to the brim. 

A gaze of hope, you wish, none could be conceived.

Hands Of Time & Nothing

The clock hands are running far from us relentlessly. Voyeuristic wall support it with all of her available flesh. We can just watch it out of focus, so blurred, helpless with our hands tied. Wondering how did that one year,that one month,that one day,that one moment happened which changed it all forever.

Breath fogging up the glasses forgot to replenish the warmth in their particles. They behave like the sulken hearted patient who is unable to make you laugh with their unbounded cackle. Raining thoughts but never enough to make a statement of truth in this world of selfish gesture. That moment of reckoning when you dig through one hole and land up miles ahead into another.

The time of unconditional love or is it unrequited, the bemused grey matter is not worthy of such enlightenment. Moments keep passing by staring the strangers, you pick one of them and then let them go again. The clock is a lonely one, I understand her position. I become the clock and my hands force the decisions.

Alas I don't want to live forever because our mortality is the only boon,curiousity with a predefined margin also dies with time. When moving through the wheel of life enough times our soul is reclusive of the hidden facts. It all means nothing, just a broken bridge to mend with bare hands. The gaze of clock is now sharp and the shadow points the sun is going down.

Maybe time allows me a second chance, but I fear it might be a cruel joke, a trojan horse which stabs me in the ankle and makes me mortally weak. Though I pick up the harpoon and throw it in vaccum to catch her, someone already floats with it and tarnishes my name. Bottle has the enigmatic quality to let me forget the time.

A doorknob with no sides, a puppet with infinite strings, a clock without the seconds. Use me as a friend but I will not budge from our path of riding the sunset, besides or with will not matter as the end approaches. As you take it all away and I stumble on the blind alleyway, all I can think is of the hands of the clock which resemble your smile. So understanding and always there but not mine. 

Indian Wood and the Fall

That fresh stench of washed wood, puts the cart of senses in motion
My skin is all heavy, my eyes burn bright with a watery sensation
Lunging out of the pale sky is the air, pushing me to gravity's direction
I take a slow fall, gliding through the thin air, no hands to hold me

That sound of jaw thudding to the floor,her wail fades away
The wind carries her vowels, she vows to devour their pathway
I float in layers of mud, scarlet liquid colors my lifeless hair
Face so soft like a whisper, drama ends, curtains closed in pair

That thumping agitation fueling the chest, her tears just don't rest
They carry me like a splinter in a river, flowing in an incomplete nest
I'm in the forbidden forest, eerie silence dosed with twangy howls
Fields of blue leaves and flowers, they grow on my seeping pool

That feeling of unabashed fright, mind's made up for the blackness
Running from the inevitable truth, yields no circle of clarity
It's time to tend to your sins, face the times of invoked travesty
I face my time with open arms, welcome old friend, drink my fear

That tall pine tree molding my vision, I feel utterly negligible
The sun refuses to come out of its infancy, mist paints her scribble
I can feel her plight of losing me but my fog paves a path of traps
Out of sight lay a plethora of mirage diamonds, a field with no gaps

That arrogance of underlying atmosphere, keeps the sanity caged
Inside a plastic box, it struggles like the cornered tiger, pounce or fail
Words not repeated, they barely come out, life sapping spirit
Eyes stuck out of focus, frozen and defeated, takes the bullet.

The Bus Of Life

The pace of the walk so fast in this unpredictable lane
Sweat beads form a wet necklace on cloth so plain
Holding hands together not an option when the feel is missing
Drunken gaze on the seductive gait ahead, unrequited blessing

Indian summer bestowing it's love upon us like a cruel father
Journey commences moving inside a metal box with peep holes battered
Billboards talk mutely to the audience underplaying their role
All they can manage is a vague smile at the futile pathway up ahead

Roads and alleys keep on moving towards the black hole in fold
Destination attracts the curious man with her siren like wails
Incomplete houses hiding inside a elaborate scheme of false tales
Love streets pass by with Jim's voice crooning to haunt the dark

An absent mind regrets the mistakes pinching like rocky splinters
Defense soldiers take over, for the night is young for recreation
This moment the whole world is an empty barn for me to play in
I glide in my thoughts and slide on the rides to the way home,so far

As Mount Doom gets closer, the ring in my chest expands with mirth
Familiar faces crop in front of my vision, not all of them breed joy in my world
Been led down this road enough to know the potholes and shivering lights
Every time we see each other in the eye, signal a warning we both ignore

Street signs helping the aimless to seek refuge in their knowledge
They say you do not need us child, you have to craft your own road and bridge
The metal box lets out a dying wail, it has no tracks to move forward to
I start the walk alone, the poles accompany me, we dive together into the roads unknown, 

all but one which leads us home.

Brain Ooze I

Death be the cause to free me from the excruciating task of over thinking. Some days the sun doesn't rise as my eyes just are too clouded with apprehensions. Go home and tell your girl about my drunken adventures, make her want me and see me laugh at you getting limp. Don't put your hand inside the beehive as it will spoil the delicate in you, let me be the bad guy here and lend you my shoulder. Why should a nice guy be all white, gray is the new black and it suits me. I'm a difficult friend to hold on to.

These squares I walk in are getting smaller, in this perimeter I found myself getting older, the doors and walls of the room keep shrinking, a half hearted clapsed hand I have to leave coz it belongs to someone else. Though we may laugh and cry together but we are never together. Crooked teeth have their own perfection in smiles that breach the soul. Words come out of our mouth and they mean something different altogether, might be a poem or story which resembles our life. All the good ones are taken, that is the rule of god. A misconstrued one though as nothing is permanent and everything is permitted in this world built on centuries of sins and goods. A battle rages between the doers and those who blabber, never to come near the exhiliration of taking part all the mouths would never beat the master hand performing.

And as my chains begin to loosen up,the ambers so golden floating besides my eyes take control,they wake up the raging monster hidden deep inside the cave, he notices everything and builds up the anger inside, all the small things which the conscious mind does not seem to register are all present and rotting the monster's mind. In a deep rut this one, after you give yourself to the liquid in your brain, that is the moment the mojo rises and that mojo can make or break your relations.

Brain Ooze II

The one's I can never have, stay dormant and become my deepest mind sins waiting to be erupted, my soul is too shredded to be shared. The words I hear float in front of my blurred pupils and they catch fire slowly to fade into dusty emptiness. The last words we spoke yesterday map my dreams to a foreign land where none can enter but our entwined minds. Orange hue painted upon the sky divulging it's own need for a shoulder, mocking us are the silver clouds with no gold lining hanging on winds so colder. Time is transfixed like a bottle of wine, the sand slips through my palms and turns the clock ahead to give birth to droplets. These drops cover us in the bubble of purple haze, tongue tied and twisted but together.

These bells and crosses, the white caps and threads don't mean anything to me. All I can see is desperation for recognition in the eyes of the man in sky. Away from the facade of society which masks the primal in us I live in the middle earth of my own. We love, lust, lie, care, talk and sing for our soul and no barrier is too strong for us once we are free. Obedience to one's conscience a rare found plant in this vast array of sand land. We found the lightness of our actions when we cut the weighty roap of feel involved. Acceptance of the uninvited truth and forged lies hold me stuck in a giant sticky puddle of mud. Inability to act as per our desires against the raging morality is the chains we all cling to till death.

Vacation in Abyss

Night haunted by a strange melody this day, wilderness has it's own mystical way, in a trance my spirit, immovable but dancing, keeps roaming around the dubious road; all the wolves howl and let me know the danger is nearby prancing.

I dove into the abyss not afraid of the depth, life could not worn me down so how could death, floating in the air the giddiness plagues my head, I don't recall what mother said,feathers carry me soflty to the nest.

Mythical creatures consume my unholy mind, the lost little girl with her face I seem to have find,together we create a different wave of currents, hedonism takes over the bubbling wrath of moralist, a maze she wanders in and I'm the escape artist.

In the depths of this wild trench, I create an escapist world, declare myself the lord, a long burning thirst quenched; we both speak in poetry so diabolical, like a woman's mind, the tracks are erased of our journey undertaken, sins we bred are forsaken.

Dunes surrounded by a blue ocean, they cover all the love we dropped, bunch of flowers plucked to make a soul soup, not a love potion, it shows me bursting patterns in loop, clouds ate up the sun for our fun; they give us the dark for lovemaking marathon.

Malicious glint in the red eyes staring us, a web of deceit our world, if ignored not a bliss; saving we do not need, just a strangers hand to hold our head so weary, the herd is wary of my imagination greed, cold and at the same time fiery.

She whispers softly it's time for her to leave,she is not lost anymore, she belongs to someone else, her world has me only as the guilty pleasure to free her spirit, for my mind her heart does not beat; the dream is turning real, I flee and jump into the river of wine so free.

Marching forward to a maddening beat, the abyss presents to me a icy cavern, a frozen lake with a carcass of a boat, the penguins are dugging up a hole in search of watery froth, they snuggle up to me and give me the key, I swallow it down and swim in peace.

Twisted and stoned immaculate are the trees, winds are icy and distant with a plea, wake up from the slumber oh dear mortal, leave the land of ironies and feel so brutal; I do not wish to climb out of the ancient well,where the bells do not toll and souls we do not sell.

Unknowns

Withering away under the melting sun, they cannot hear or breathe the green source of fun, phonetics without any comparison, adjectives sound condescending holding beneath a reason.

Pot belly is a rare commodity, the child a poster boy for natural calamity, this is your god's way to heaven, laughs the mad beggar with squinted eyes, the stairway to the sky is broken.

A glimpse of soul seen through linen, the borrowed rag of cotton, they both showcase the same quality, never could anyone imagine the similarity, nights spent in luck's shelter, bottles in line to be broken, no helter skelter.

The doors to the hut are only half open, kids keep roaming around the lawn frozen, the clothes are not enough for the frail body in motion, fake wine and brandy flow; only the women know as there ego doesn't overblow.

These are the tribes of unknowns, omnipresent they are, only eyes with empathy recognize need of the hour,houses of mud never called home, immeasurable the sweat, hollow bones.

There is no revolt in their blood, all of it spent in getting the kids meat, life a game where rewards are few, conditions favorable is an unreachable avenue,a killing joke hidden in their death, shallow graves on earth.

Lost Tales Of Time

The red ocean of heads crop up, all wondering where the master has gone, never to return the master bluffs, a victory not won but seeds sown, agony flares up the wounded nostrils,without meaning the cheap war thrills.

The king walks alone, towards the molten mountains, hot air felt like a cool breeze,the barren land is a reminder of the future, he intends to turn time on it's head and rule the coveted shire.

Like words of a book the memories, engraved deep but easily forgotten by mortals, an ethereal beauty of a queen, the cackling sound of his newborn, eyes closed he would sacrifice them all, aimless aim is the iron throne.

At home the soldiers bemused, conspired, grieved the master, some could see the empty chair, some would lust the queen, insane are their whims but sin a man must, without sins salvation has no worth.

The despair internalizing into mad pain, swords clash and the bullets fly, only two faces either a friend or enemy, but the thin line keeps blurring, charred the houses in civil war, children scurrying.

Queen always knew herself, a gusty survivor she easily slipped into roles, a chameleon, sex object, royal beauty, doting wife, infidel love was her kind, her heart was a flustered hare, wished the king was here.

Prince saw it all with a meandering curiosity, all he wanted was to see his toys again, mother sobbed inconsolable,a ropeless kite, a man not his father always graced his presence at night, they both made noises prince did not understand.

Journey was unbearable for the king, his ship he had abandoned, a coward he feared the eyes of failure, his throne was all he had, the only one in his head, gazed out of focus the lava shone like a sun, shameless the king took a leap of faith into an endless run.

Patience not a virtue of the rich, the poor soldiers snatched it away, plundered the whole town in lust for prime bay, scarred the souls of the protector gods, why humans they pondered, on their futile plans they weeped.

Queen's lover blinded in love, all he imagined was a happy romp into the sunset, an outlaw by his choice, annihilated the forces of reason, did he not care about the doomed empire, only concern the carnal desire.

Ravaged villages sang the songs of tyranny, saviours were far and few, butchered souls wandering in fits of rage, time stopped to honor the brutality, corpses decorated the welcome ridges, infantry so divided they burned all the resurrection bridges.

Atop the black hill queen stood, near her legs prince threw tantrums galore, that familiar stranger appeared again, coaxed into taking the jump, they would reunite in god's world, King's face flashed, betrayal swimmed in lover's eyes as queen pushed, he never screamed, prince felt relieved.

This tale never saw a fitting end, prince and the queen never returned, the only loser was the innocent town, looted by personal ambitions it vanished from the map, end of the night for a comic tragedy, souls keep wandering though, still searching for reason of madness show.

No rest for the wicked, no courage for the coward, no fidelity for the infidel, no reason for the blind lust, no purity for the innocent, no shock for the conspiracy,no decision final for woman's heart, no end true to a story, no memories baggage free.

Last One

I can see it all hidden in your hasty eyes
The way they conceal the bursting lies
Oh they hold a cave of secrets in a box
The chest you hold dear, such a cunning fox

Your words bemuse me and I get dumb
With face like an unreadable book so numb
The motives are beyond my comprehension
All I know is that charming smile aberration

The clock hands defile my show of patience
Walks we take are of ambiguous distance
The other one took you but you still are here
Want me or not, be cruel and make it clear

I stomped on my heart shaped box dearly
Made peace with you gone away so freely
The attention showered is my self esteem
If none then I conjure up one happy dream

The games we play turning so sinister
Acquired a role which has no limit or barrier
You try to distance the mind away from me
The heart disallows, it knows it has to flee

The good deeds don't matter for free will
The man in sky shouting it so clear & shrill
The night sky has given way to grey clouds
The rain will only fall once seed is ploughed

Words fall short and images float in front
They are fading slowly but remain blunt
Around my head are your invisible hands
I hold them one last time as lost friends

The doors do not remain open eternally
Glass of the windows reflect you finally
Your letters are now far from the reach
White flag now flying, war of love seige

Lying on the floor amongst a sea of drops
This is my last ode to your faded love props
Perhaps a day will dawn when I smile free
Remembering the good times my only plea