Story of the Mirage

Dusk
Wraps her rocks and pebbles and waters
In the knowing cold
Separating her from her sky
Tricking the horizon to sleep
Like a villain


But she could never stop
her waters, holding the sea of tears of her sky, so far
One singularity
woven into the delights of a gaze
Like a emboldened secret


So he stays,
glazing in the sun, and in the moonlight
his memory twinkling from afar
you can never make out if its his tears or hers
Like the joy of a lifetime

The Tree

Another dusk

Clearing the burned dust,

Like always,

A tug of war with the zephyr

Reminding of my life

My roots sigh, take a deep breath

And protect me

I mix meaning in the blood they carry

Not without complain

Some leaves drop off to kiss her

Gently touching my feet

Drinking off the dews, from my dream

And within, a lightning favours me

Sparking a burn

Telling me what to do

What to do...

He comes, reminding me

Of the pawn of an era

Forfeiting my patience

I smile, he'll lose again, I'm sure

Why is his pain so much a drug

A drug to me

A drug, through me

The zephyr escapes with, "I warned you,"

A smile scars deeper into my trunk

Right where the young lovers wrote their names

Carved it on me, tatooed it with their blood,

That same highway has only aged two horizons

I know, he'll get them to me, one day

Some day

With their wrinkled hands, still feeling 

The touch of their carved heart....

And my pulse.

The QUESTion

"Write a poem, dedicate it to me,"
She says.
His eye cheats on her....
As he glimpses
Far away, breathing, in the trenches
Fighting
On the other side, his own soul
Flickering lies his darkness
Nourished by his own flame of life
She questions, and he answers, "Contradiction,"
She goes on, flaming more of the darkness
As he believes, would lead him to a path
Where everything seems to strike a deal with his soul
And he gets to keep his peace
But as he sees the enemy within,
He wonders if he could let go of the chaos
Since the chaos promise him a quest
That fulfill his life's nights and nights alone
Offending a day of a smile,
Of a glitter, of hope,
But if he chose this, he would break his promise
Of exploring, of knowing,
Of being,
A heart's that's close to him
He lies to her...
Life is his mistress, and Death, his soul-mate

Chain Reaction

A tulip brought in the sun today
A truck dumped a life
A highway peeped into a soul
Fish filled an empty creek
Victim kissed the victor's sword


His death shook hands with his life
Its moments made a deal with nostalgia
But the tears looked the other side
The stars felt ignored
Whispering tidal warfare to their Moon


The water bargained, and lost
To the sand, hungering for the waves
While the sun wondered to shine or not 
The clouds helped it become hazy
Astraea cries, "Enough", and the rain falls down


Restoring souls, fetching bodies
Hearts start beating, pounding a storm
Eye lashes learn to cover them
A rose comes to term with its thorn
Moved to kiss, and not prick redness...

THE GENESIS OF A NEMESIS

Prologue:

He who never allows himself a moment of weakness
It is he who bleeds and wins
He who coronates as a saint and sins
Embraces every undiscovered shade of darkness

The Genesis of a Nemesis

Look over, the stars complain
You're too cold in the eye
Look over your shoulder

The Zephyr is too scared to touch you
The sunshine attempts at melting you
You smile back at everything
You don't deny their chances

You can never take a chance
With your precious precious heart
Your life it is to keep
You Learn to quantify love

See a person in flesh and spirit
and give him the ounce of your soul
Piece by Piece, Drop by Drop

There are drops of Venus in your hair
The sensuality of the Milky Way in your body

It is their limitation that makes them blink
You fly in the pursuits of something complete, more complete
Catch their breath, kill them with a smile
You are a life giver

Epilogue:

He who denies the Knowledge unto his own Soul
Makes for a Mistake more foul
He who rises above the Glory of the World
Makes for a Spirit that can never be Torn

BROKEN

Nothing Lasts Forever.

It had gone as swiftly as it had come. It had been a tornado, engulfing her mind, her innermost recesses. She was sure it had happened to her.

And now when she could feel her mosit eyes and the lump in her throat. This was for real. 

But she would face this too. Nothing stopped her. There was a storm inside her mind. It was laughing at her. She was a lady of stone, with eyes to match. And now it was laughing at her for being so vulnerable. But she had no concept of shame. She embraced it as coolly as she had embraced everything in her life. She was cursed, it hit her. She smiled. A broken smile. None of the world's best cosmetic surgeon could now ever fix her broken smile. For, the cosmic curse was on her. She'd be broken, and her smile, too. 

It was her fault, after all. May be she should not have been too true, too pure. She was straight like a Ray of Light. Did what she had to, and went where she had to. Stardust was left flying it her wake. In her movements. May be she should not eaver her home. But she never had one. May be she should not exist here or anywhere. There is no place for her. She was too honest, too blunt, felt too much. And too everything. She must stop visiting worlds. She must die. For, what a Ray of Light would be if she could not illuminate different world, and transcend the horizons? 

She had thought that one's mind was the best miracle. She has lived so much for some time, and in one term, one moment everything came crashing down. Left her bruised. As if the Ray was splattered across some blackhole and she'd never return. Blackholes, never return anything back. Sadly, she'd bumped into a Blackhole. 

There was suddenly too musch to say, to write, but there were no words.

They say one should never break a lady's heart. For a woman, feels more. Perhaps too much. And here she was who felt everything. You cannot calculate the magnitude of a damage to the mind- one's purest part. You cannot calculate the hurt that one felt. 

Would you count the diamonds that splattered from her eyes? 

Or would you see that the Ocean was in her hands, flowing through her bosom, originating some where from her eyes?

No you couldnt assess the damage of a lady's broken heart.

Men cried too. People cry. They are broken. She too, was. Then why am I writing this. When in this world, breaking people, and their dreams was just another event? Perhaps, not worthy of even being awarded a coronation of an "event." 

They will ask her what happened to her eyes, and that smile. Broken......

Marianne's Fall

She came to me like a summer night
And we both spotted a rock in space
Nostalgia

Suspended in the nights of you
And days of mine
spent remembering the nights

She said she'll be around
If I don't do something about it
Oh, the loss of the world

The explosion that happened
Orgasm
Death