Untitled musings...

Little soldiers in the dark
Beating haplessly
In choppy waters...
Eyes below the level
Breath above the voices
They are calling...
And I'm sitting here, idle
Blanketed,
In the smoke
Of a wishful void....
They arrive
But the horses are blind
And it's cold
When you wade
Across the river
On a moonless night....
I'm counting the stars
But my fingers
Are coming to an end....
Take me away
Before the forests turn you
Into one of their own....
I'm waiting
But, for how long?

Sentenced....

They ask me why
I look for you
Among the starry blossom
Reflected,
On mossy waters...
They ask me why
Each gust of wind
Erratic,
Carries your lonely breath
In its flavour...
They ask me why
My forgotten winter
Is a prisoner,
Of decayed memories
Like broken songs strung together...
And I stifle
A drenched smile
Into the safe clasp
Of a shaken soul....
For they know not
That I'm sentenced
To a lifetime
Of your untethered sighs....
For they know not
That I'm sentenced
To the dreamless dungeons
Of your watery lies....
For they know not
That I'm sentenced
To the hazel depths
Of your burning eyes....

Effigy...

I grope
In the dead of darkness
For the voice
I once sought
To be my own...
Hazy silhouettes
From several lives ago
Dance into the vanishing horizon
As a forlorn melody
Plays to the spasms
Of my singeing soul....
You stand there smiling
Drenched in the rain
While I burn noiselessly
Amidst the floating remains...
I can't be sure
If it's the curtain of dawn
Or the beckon of dusk
For time has long given up
On the thought of me....
As I continue to stare
Into a reality
Sewn together
From handpicked illusions....
And I draw
With the kiss of my finger
Wispy outlines
Of your effigy....

And I write for you again....

As the dawn arrests
The virginity of this night
I soothe my listless nerves
With incoherent musings
That remain scattered
Somewhere in the sheaves
Of all that I've left broken
In our silences
And I write for you again....
Relieved from the leash
Of those unmagical promises
That desperate hearts
Tend to make...
While I quiver with the thirst
I never managed to quench
After your first touch....
And as I wander
Into the forests
Of musical reminiscence
I hear your heartbeat
Dancing to the tunes
Of my unfinished breath...
And I sigh, a smiling murmur
As I write for you again.....

Two Cups of Tea...

Two cups of tea

A blink

And a whisper...

It falls

A drop of the sky's broken heart

Into my half filled glass....

As I wait into the night

Staring at your memory

Sitting beside me...

It's mossy now

The greyness

Of this empty bench stone...

Yet my face warms up

Your steaming breath

I inhale, with wisps of caffeine...

Enough. A cigarette

To choke down little lives

Crystallized with the sugar

That line the rim of your cup...

I walk away

While your glass

Stares at my back...

Cause even when you're alone

You always have to pay.

For two.

I Lie Awake....

Drowsy and drunk,
Your voice cracks
The shielding case of my slumber
As you sing to me
Of love lost
My eyes mist,
While you drown yourself
In surreal affection....
You are unaware of the downpour
Yet we both know
The vessel of bliss
Shall forever remain empty...
You sing your songs, nevertheless
And with a passion
You must seldom have fathomed yourself
Interspersed
With uneven, shattered shards of lust...
And in moments astray
They walk back to me
Down a lane, lost sight of,
Never forgotten,
And tease my consciousness alive....
While I lie awake
Recreating your pictures
In my mind's eye...
With colours of numbness
On a bed of faded memories,
Like a bonded, listless ritual
To myself, I lie.....

Mind Games...

Concrete spaces
Hollow Earth.
A vagabond of sorts
Crisscrossing directions
With brittle momentum...
Innocent eyes
Gazing across
Through putrid wisps...
Mundane stares
As the pawn dares
Seeking ground
Before the king...
Angry yellow
Flashes, of Chaos
An interplay
With the vivid silence
Of mind games....