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For she was in love with the sky
Her heart at his feet
But head held high...
And as the music of the universe
Wrenched her soul to bits
She drank from the somnolent night
His brow shimmered under the stars
Her eyes filled with his smoke
But her mouth, ruthlessly dry...
In reminiscence, very little she spoke
For her hands had long a-frozen
Skimming his uncertain waters...
Yet as she went through the looking glass
To rescue her fate from his
She smiled in a whisper one last time...
And released him from the nooks
As he slipped off the rain-kissed leaf
And vapourized from her life...
Defeated though, she was in his musings
Perilously wrecked in the salvage
This indent her heart would fail to belie
That she would remain
On a perennial high...
That she would remain
In love with her sky....
Once, I too had a dream
But then, I loaned it
To the star gazers...
And as they encrusted
Its hems, with gems
From Pandora's box,
The midnight child
Cried her last tear
Into the Styx....
The headless fields
Ran into the arms
Of the ink blue wind....
As the last page blazed
Away from my secrets,
Into the deep
And disappeared.
The Sun decided to meet the Moon today
While I sat underneath
Watching the sky
Torn apart,
Eaten away by desire...
Not much longer
Said the wise old cricket
As I apprehended
The rickety framework of nature....
I prayed,
For a moment of chance
To take over...
A pause before the inevitable
And they can triumph
Over conventions....
The clouds scorned
As I wished away my senses....
While the bulb crackled
From the lamp post...
Creaking,
With the weight
Of unbridled emotion...
They cried
I watched
And someone, somewhere
Let out a cold sigh....
Throw me a dime
Pay me a price
For I have pawned my soul...
At your doorstep
I stand...
With nothing, but pride
Covering my body...
Chipped away
At your behest...
Beneath catcalls
And whispers
Lie my memories...
Counting their days
Before the ashes
Haunt the air
From the tip
Of your midnight cigarette...
In a limbo
I surrender
All that was never mine
In exchange
For two pieces of copper...
I laugh my hollow laughter
As you strike a bargain...
Don't forget
To keep the change....
Bits of me
Slip between your fingers
As I land,
Crushed
In the stoic abyss
Caged by the bars of a void...
And I claw at the stars
From a distance
As the sky swims
In myopic rhythm...
While the soft pitter patter
Of my broken soul
Pours down
It's the monsoon of melancholia...
You are there
Wafting into my senses
Turning me brittle
Your scarred porcelain doll
Standing
On the mantelpiece...
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?
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....
