Dreams

I dream of Love 
Not Forbidden by Worldly Fixatures
In this Magical world of Facades
You could be Real
And die with Me if My Eyes Closed
Call in question My Existence
Teach Me the Meaning of Patience
Please dont come in My Universe
I wont let You Escape
Or lose you to Eternity
Should My Soul ache to Feel Your Eyes
And should My body ache for Your Touch
I'll shut away the Sunrise
And be Dead to the World
Alive just to You


I look up at the Sky
And Every Star reminds Me of You
Like Tears Frozen in Time
Nothing Hides them for so long
Days and Suns come and go
Like a Rose on the Grave
I wouldnt know the Death I've Lived
A Rented Life, Now I pay it back
Every Breath Mortgaged
Only the Dream's Mine


Give Me a Formula for this Life
I know You wont be there
So Let Me be prepared
May be we'll meet in Another World
We wont make History
All My questions answered
All My doubts dissolved
Should the Mystery unfold
The Bubble'll burst like a Landslide
I wont Betray Myself
You are the Meaning of all that I am
Of All that Love could be
You stand Tall in my Mind's Mire


And You'll live My Dream
Even if I descend, You'll Remain
I tread the World with a Secret Desire
I Observe with Eyes- Stony, Old and Clear
Even if I am not allowed to Love
I'll still survive
I'll Die here 

A Pearl's Thousand Years

A thousand years takes away the memory of an eye that dreamt.....
A mind that could see....
A dream that could live...


And when stories are told, they live in hearts and minds. In mine, in yours. He came from a world away, a world apart, asking me to write a story. I dont know him. I dont wish to, either.We have faces and masks. And I was never interested in faces, ever.


So why did he come to me? He read my soul or its lingering, and just told me that it was what people live and for. I am a very destructive person- reincarnation of Innocence Divine and of Pure Intrepid Evil. And I would take everything down with me. And yet he came, he kissed my words. I thank him for walking on a Frozen Glass. The glass cracked and now the blood is oozing out, am a story teller now, not a ghost anymore. Million seconds,of story telling leading to that one stairway of truth.


When Nathan had come to this Earth, he had sworn that he would never go against his senses. Sense of Freedom, Sense of Passion, a sense of Morality. Of judging what is Right and what is Wrong. He had sworn, with me. Both me and him. I had only smiled at him, then. Twelve years ago. He was a charming being. The syllables that came out of his mouth were articulate and honest. The eyes radiated the confidence of a man who made destinies. He never had to learn any music or any instrument- Music was etched, entwined in his soul. Even his breathing was like Music. Up and Down. Fast and Slow. Up and Down.... Never seeking permission from anyone for that one heart beat of his. Not even me. I was his Childhood Companion. A companion whom he never saw. He only saw what he chose too. He used to tell me- with his eyes closed, mind you- that I was beautiful. So beautiful that if he ever opened his eyes, I would cease to exist for any one else. I was amused then. I told him he was a fool. He said he indeed was.


And then one day he decided he was ready for the world. People were never important to him. But his passion was. And since he could not afford a different planet other than this Earth, he stayed back and made the world his home. I stayed out of a compromise. I wanted to go to the moon. I wanted to fly. Anyway, this isnt my story. So Nathan stayed back on this Earth. He went to work, and if at all I thought there was never a dull moment with him, his work made him radiate a glory...... a glory that means only life to me..... Yes, he was alive. Even before he could come closer to me, but never too close to breach the distance between us.

DARK

She had wanted this all her life time. Or at least the part where she started knowing herself.
Visitors from the outside world had named it "Dark Desire". But that didnt amuse here. If being one's own self was dark, then probably she was the darkest.


It was her dream. It was her desire. She knew that she wont be raped. But then not all the dreams that we see are going to be true. She will make some dreams come true, but some dreams will never see the light of of the day. They will not roam in the world. They will surface when she'd be making her own share of trips to the Sea of Tranquility. She'll meet them, and leave them there.


And return back to the world where such desires will always be dark.
She wont be raped. The act of violent frenzy will be transferred from one body to another. There will be no permission needed. The grossest act of trespass. An act of illegality. The act will transcend the greatest thrill known to a Man or a Woman. 


She would want the victor to know the essence and the magnitude of the victory. Even the tears would taste sweeter then. This is one battle where she'd like to lose. Be a victim, for a change.
She knew she wont. Not here, not here. This world is too pure for her dark desires.

Father to a Son

The ball of fire did not really drown in the sea, and the river flowed its secrets upwards, the tarts were at the red sea mining and fishing for gold while they went blind, a naked guilt passed from Father to Son


In each other's arms the lovers died like a life lived with stones drowing in the fate of the sea, tongues never moving just enough, unalterable and invincible, like lessons of grammar and idioms taught from a Father to Son


Making haste she reaches for the Stars and comes tumbling down like the Rain but he wont taste her till she comes undone, let the town be glistenned by her tears, but a lesson will be taught by a Father to a Son


The hole in the Holy Scriptures, the hole in the Sun, the hole in the Black, the hole in his Heart, the gods betray his plans for melancholy, coronate him with a Crown along with a haunting Castle from Father to Son


He tried to hide the blackness by the facade of the white of his teeth, but the black of his eyes betrayed him without a dime of a mercy that a father worked hard for his son, from Father for his Son


Take my hand, she tells him, and he remained to be deaf, for, he was still racing to Breathe, Love will only come later, like some serious casual affair, it will be on a grave soon, but her perseverance reminded him the Dedication of a Father to a Son


The man turned back, and another came with a tattered, came kissing her skin, but she refused the crumbs from a man hungrier than her, the cost of honesty was paid but never counted, taming the promise of wrath of a Father to a Son


He went fishing for pearls and came up with the mermaid he could not love, he'd still keep kissing the tears that would forever come, the certainity of knowing what won't stay forever, a goodbye never told, with love from Father to a Son.


In the name of desire, he sinned, in the name of love he sinned, in the name of lust he sinned, and in the name of sin, he confessed and remembered his only chance with god, a blind faith that descended from a Father to a Son


He created the symphony of darkness and music, flesh and fire and wait for a sinner to pass by the dark alleys, tempting her and then being her god, like some hero would be a Father to his Son


A crime will suffice for a raven to come and sing of a love lost, love never gained and the follies of gods, and humans, what does it take to be a machine if there was nothing cruelly sacred, a compromise of a life over death, by a Father to a Son


He asks to cry a little more, for her tears inspire him to create some thing more colorful and meaningful like a muse posing her emotions, some tasks that need to be done without calculation, the ease of a sostenuto created by a Father to a Son