Another Dawn..?

Drive me
Like the dust of Dawn
That steals the mist
And catches the sunlight
In its winter smiles...
For I'm tired,
Of this flagrant night
Hovering on my shoulders
Like an unforgotten Sin...
You know the clouds
Are counting their last,
Before they melt
Into blissful kisses...
My faithful breeze
Shall gather them all,
And plant them tender
On the warmth of your lips...
As you taste the dew,
That has waited too long
Teetering at the edge of the leaves...
That sway to the songs
You sing to me,
As the Dark undresses
To consummate with the Day....
While the blue grey skies
Descend at your doorstep,
To bring you the wafts
Of all that simmers
Silently, within my soul...

Speak Soft...

Speak soft to me
Yes, whisper
And disarm
My disquiet thoughts...
For I'm born
Out of the dribbling
Of your rain
On my naked body...
Or bring me the noise
Of the butterflies,
You set free
In my secret garden...
My soul is cold,
Its teeth chattering
Blanket me,
With this bleeding night...
And make sure,
You let no on know
Of all the stains
You left on my garb...
Yes, fall asleep
On my dreams...
I'll protect you
With my insomnia...
And soothe your whimpers,
Till your world
Dies in my arms...

The Last Song Tonight....

Listen to me...
I'm the last song,
Your rain played to you tonight...
And listen close,
For I'm conspiring
With your surreptitious Dawn...
She tells me,
You hide your dreams
Underneath your pillow...
And pretend
Those faceless whispers
Stole them away
Ensnared in feathers...
But the owl at your window
Is no secretkeeper, Love...
You owe him his devotion,
He has eaten your vermin...
And all you gave back,
Was a chilly October night...
Nothing goes unaccounted for...
They are all watching,
As I chuckle here
At your plight...
In pity...

My Last Cigarette...

It burns
A silent, seething fire
Eating away,
Steadily
At all, that held it together...
Like relentless desire...
I bring it to my lips
Knowing, each moment
That as I consume,
It shan't last...
And yet
It fuses with my breath
Like my last dawn's mist...
Kissing away
The remains of the night
Waiting for the Sun
To exhume it,
From an ephemeral tenderness...

My Broken Windowpane...

A torrent unforeseen
Pounds the asbestos
Into life...
Its tears
Shattering my windowpane...
And through the shards,
I look across
At a desert
Of empty houses...
Concrete,
Devoid of humane odour...
For all floats away
Unaccounted for,
Into a dark dingy nowhere...
Yet they are all a-smiling
Like little bulbs,
Maliciously brilliant in their light...
With all their darkness
Teetering at the edge,
Of unkempt dwellings...
Where water seeps
Silent, vicious...
There begins
Another breakdown of humankinds...
And all this, I watch
Safe...
From the other side
Of my broken windowpane...

Unsung...

'Cause everyone has a story
She shares it
With her hand-me-down doll
A broken eye
A torn smile
Inanimate, all ears...
He whispers it
To his last cigarette
His words of wisdom
Its last ashes...
Over a cup of tea
They exchange it
In their haughty silences...
And there is the three legged dog
Who knows his black
From white...
While here she sits
Under her midnight post
With gibberish
Sprawled in tungsten...
They all have stories
And I wonder
Who is listening...
Are you?

Tender Talks...

And when I kiss
The curve of your smile
Mellow in its meanderings,
The quiet star
Of the scarlet night
Blinks back at me
A crumpled bliss...
Within which lies
A bashful whisper
Smoothening soft
My moondrenched skin...
And in the alchemy
Of your grasp,
I surrender
To a conflict tender...
Of an incensed sleep
As you lie beside,
Pure and lost
Like the pondering skies...
Listless
In your wishful sighs...