No Justifications

have you ever wondered why you are here in this moment,

all I ask for the credibility of the senses and those lost sonnets,

If you can feel the numb touch of the time,

you can just stand up commit and accept your crime,

sorrounded by the sounds that lead you to this path,

dignified by the rusted lust for the credence and leftover shard,

take your chances and lead on to the land,

bow down and not out run , dont forget to take a stand,

glittery, shimmery , all wonder it to be like that,

no one ever realises it will turn out to be like and out it goes,

cling on and hold till the end, bond is too strong,

just try not to be feable and march on forward singing the victory song,

the glass is full along with the empty bottle,

dont blow up your chance to fill it again with a full throttle,

life has all the potions you crave for, desire for,

it only matter when you aim for the shots you see through .

Long Subdued

Rusty, windy, fallen out of line,

it had been a very long time,

recollecting back from scarp ,

trying to get everything back in my grasp.

Wondering, thinking , passion restored or just a faint outburst,

is it those one of those eye blinding moments,

or am I really craving again for the thirst,

pitching every word just in line to bind those shimmery ornaments.

Cradled by the on goings in the life,

was unfazed by the ornaments i had left to be woven,

frozen , still, yet so dynamic life had strived,

that i had left the doors for sorrow open.

Had to come out of the cobwebs,

build slowly and gradually steps for the life I had lead ,

find an entry for the exit i had longed for,

could see the light at the end of the tunnel and I fled.

Here I am back again, same old story,

yet with a different and composed version of present,

because the past led to many paths and rest was history,

tarnished and shining everything around was pleasant

Warmth

moonlight walk, slow steps , the sands falling beneath your feet,
but the thought in your mind keep on going steep,
life had taken a turn , widened,
it worked like a machine lost its pulleys and was unstrapped,

only light left at the time was the moon,
you wish you could end this all so soon,
parked the wheels outside the cage,
still you couldnt let go of that deep embedded rage,

Never so desperate in life for certain answers,
wish could unravel the mirror beneath the sheet of sand,
no energy left for to blow the sand,
come take a walk with me , hold my hand

Blew the wind uncovered from the ever so hardened dust,
the only i was searching for with that charming lust,
wish could lay in those palms, the lap and stare at the moon,
you showed me life, gave me reason, to come out of that cocoon.

Chapter 8

Re Birth

A lot of time has passed, things have moved on,

My relapse has ended, and now I am heading to a start on my own,

Dewy leaves and fresh faces feel like I am back,

I was long that now I have to come out of my knap sack.

It took me long, a very long time to get back to were I was before,

I couldn’t imagine myself standing alone on the lonely sea shore,

Now that the smile I left is back to fill that cleft,

The emotions have gone that I had and I never slept.

He had plans for me, that involved the trip which condemned for long,

Still I keep a good attitude and sing that song,

My words still pour those left over feelings,

That won’t ever go beyond the ceiling.

The sweet journey had all the shares of fun and sorrows,

I’ll look at your face forever and for today and tomorrow,

I could help you the way you wanted,

All I can say is that it was the time we were granted.

“Never give a heart to the person whom you love,

Love the person who can give you his/her heart”

Black Magic

Frozen, fallen from that iceberg
he slipped into the cold blue river,
entering the deep abyss of that mystery,
was the never ending road that lead to the black glory.

He could hear the wolves howling out to the moon,
there weren't no witches around with their old brooms,
it was just the old man watching and sitting ,
with his eyes ever up rolled.

The match sticks were oil slicked,
their lustre was marked with the sparks of past,
and so were lost the silver lining moments,
filled with hollow dignity of that old man.

That old road he followed from a long time,
rusted and burned out that path led to nowhere,
several voices in his head lead him to the days,
days that were filled with the black magic of the woman.

Shifting, riveting and adjusting he mended his ways finally,
people called him a lunatic, but he only knew,
knew that this highway lead him to the antidote,
antidote, erased his longingness towards that magical blackness.............


"People say that love hurts...
love is just a delusional part of their character,
what hurts is their inability to love someone."
-Mohan(21/01/2011)