Monday, February 23, 2015

Stuck in the Middle

And yet again, it happened, crashed and shook the dust of the ceiling,
Wrapped in the time bound happiness, inflicted by the accident of the broken wing,
And the motionless flight of my thoughts crashed against the wall,
How sad it was to burn and fall even though I was to crawl,

Multiple bruises and the latches that kept on reminding the pain,
It was all dark around me and what was left of me was a smile swallowed in vain,
Redemption in the sweet songs of the stories left behind by the dead,
Foolish thoughts of a dreamer, better be left alone instead,

Tantalizingly the wicked nature of the sufferings obnoxiously sweet,
Running around the same path endlessly in a flash to keep it all discreet,
Slipping secretly the wishes and the notes below the lost ground,
It was the last chance, commissioned into the game, between the love lost and found,

The tickling feeling and the smile brought by the touch,
Touch of hers and the cracking of the mind that hadn't lost much,
Ringing bells in the air echoing in my breathe melancholy,
The battle was hung in the thoughts of hers that were begging to be free

Friday, February 20, 2015

Dancing in the Rains

Deep behind the branches, lost in the amaze of the transcendence of the sun,
There lay rest the shadows of those moments and the hidden fun,
Amidst all the odds, the gazelle was free within the boundaries,
Spirited, wild and free, ran across the jungle to catch a glimpse of the frivolities,

Laying off to the turns of the waves of the center lake,
Sipping the thirst momentously with the thought of a much needed break,
Miracles and the constant efforts of fighting the way through,
The game was ongoing and the sufferings were a result the chances he blew,

The glared bridge beyond the trees through the passage of darkness,
Contemplating between the inner desires and strings that bind the lives aimless,
Fielding the love, yet insipid, lacking the essence of the lost times,
The heart had become too weak to battle the self inflicted crimes,

A stray walk, crunching the leaves, and collecting the air as chances went by,
Laying the dead to rest, detest and arrest the thought to die,
The story had yet to be written, free to snap up the chains,
For he could understand the real joy of dancing in the rains.

Monday, February 16, 2015

Abstract Absurdness

Figurines and the twisted metals coming out of the detailing,
The rusted and the dusted agonizing presence of the clock ticking,
Imagine the racing of the witches besides the open windows,
This was the final count of the opportunity and how the time froze.

Spool of the wool left lying around the room, hanging by the balance,
It was the randomness of the owner and the constant fight with his hidden arrogance,
Rage and filled within that dying age, knowingly generated chaos,
Twisted by the moment, the disturbed yet so near perfect is the timeless gloss.

Obliterating any chances of liquidating the presence of energy,
Effigizing the remains that were left behind of the hapless strategy,
Marauding the efforts of the others and the leftovers of the fight,
Madness, purity and the smoothness that brought an end to the blinding light,

Slowly swaying and fading away the after effects of the air,
Dancing to the tunes of the puzzles left behind with that cold stare,
Slayed and butchered inside the hall and left to wandered within that maze,
Carrying on from the loss, his clock was stuck since the start, on her haze.