Settle on the Wings of Change

Settle on the wings of change

You hear the silence-

It dwells on those closed windows

The night falls-

Leaving you more empty-

Staggering on those broken heights

Your breath held tight

And you throttle down your tears

Brush them away, they tell-

With those trembling hands

Unlock the doors to salvation

The wind sweeps away-

Those streaks of hair

As the silence once more-

Whistles in your ears

Leading to an array of images-

Portraits of your memories-

Voices that break you -

To reside in your heart

The carriage that tells-

Of the beautiful stories-

And the heartache

Passes through your bewildered mind

Bringing down your throbbing tears-

Aging those eyes

Your chest heaves-

Weighing you down

Making your grounds heavier

As you take one step closer-

To liberating your soul

You are upon the highest-

Of the staggering heights

You take one last glance-

Upon life

As you let yourself go-

And settle on the wings of change

Feb, '11

Oblivion

Take me back to oblivion

Take me back before it had begun

I’ll carry it along, but let’s run-

Let’s run and hide

Let’s run through the straps of memories

The blistered visions,

Let’s run through them

Bring me back to the day where the sky was blue

Crossed by an array of faded colors

Entrap me in that moment of-

Serenity

Let’s change time

Let’s go back and befriend me

Let me take you back

To the time before it had begun

Let me show you through-

The fast-forwarded emotions

Why weren’t you there?

A moment in time-

Barren and strewn

I just wish we could run and hide

I could no longer shed those leaves

The branches are too weary-

they're falling apart

I could no longer hold my roots

they've grown too weak and frail-

they're withering away

So why don’t you take me back,

take me back to where it all began

Why won't you take me back to oblivion?

9th of Jan, '10

Words

They tremble-

they fight and struggle across your lips

but the cracks widen-

they splinter too far apart

They keep swelling, and your mouth is bruised

they gather-

settling down at the edges of the parted lines

Your lips are sealed together

you could feel the fractures overwhelming-

the distorted shape of your heart

Pins and needles attack your brain

the pain strikes

the feathers and twigs pertained at your head fall off

discolored

you're battered, fragmented-

yet you refuse to speak them-

adhering to what is left of the bits and pieces of you

they keep rendering and sawing

still-

they're not spoken through those promised stitches

They think-

their gateway to your soul

those silver strucken eyes with muted air

Fatigue-

you're merely frail

clutching to the groove sound of life

yet they strike them-

they collect and gather their array of meanings

they dwell at the opposite sides of your eyes

they're fed by your lingers

the lashes warm them from the fragility of your soul

discolored

the words camouflage themselves in tears-

tears that draw eons and streams of meanings

tears and sentiments-

they're discolored.

december, 2009

Let Be

"hurry, hurry" she whisperd to me-
"it's about time you come to me"
Her chimed voice hesitated in its tone
"it's about time you let things be"
she spoke with that same familiar voice-
that harmonized my life


She sang to me in my sleep-
where my soul crossed a thousand routes
"oh honey, don't go too deep"
but it was too late, my hand was reaching-
the settling sun


I gazed at my delusional dream
how could one ever be so sincere
fantasies that leap inside your soul
they dare dance in your splitting mind


the gliding red stream colored my earth-
my carriage was crossing the childhood fantasies
a fast-forwarded life it had become-
vulnerable to possession


I saw her face, a frown anchored-
the tears drawing a silent pathage
a vague image in a mirage, she disappeared


"Victory to us" they said-
as I looked back at my darling home-
shattered at what I let be..


July, 09

Eden's Tree

As I cross the flawless fields-
in a night-drawn a gale storm
I stand alone in the rye
I look up at the thousand shooting stars-
to see only one


It has been called-
and now I'm one
standing at the gate of eternity
a sweet comforting illusion-
a mind's play


I look away from the red sky-
to search for another one
splintering dreams walk through me
but I'm still one, and Only I.


I shut my eyes and go my way
but I spot the last scene-
A thousand faces with a thousand elysian smiles-
stem from Eden's tree and smile at me

I was the beginning, and they were the end.


July, 09

Realm

the rushing threads of a scrutinized mind
once the gale stormed in the shattering spasms of hearts
arraying the futility of a human body once the name is called

the stairs that creak under my feet
and the door that shrieks on its way
in which the sound holds the wonderful images of love

I step in towards the dynasty of truthfulness

the memories disguised in warm tears that seep on the cheeks
remembering the bell that rang in the dweller's ear-
that let her heart beat with exaltation-
upon the sound of a visitor's steps

her voice that chimed the troubling hearts
a voice like a hymn sang in a heavenly spring
lulled it has become
as the air throttles my lungs at the inconvenience of it

the tedious fragility of one's soul
the souls that bewail the long lost lives

a last image that is carved in the beloved's mind
of an angel with an elysian smile
the hands white and beautiful like still snow
the silver streaks of hair-
colored by the autumnal shades of grey
carried across the unknown realm of fantasies
never to come back

yet her image harmonizes my life still..


April, 09

The Old Man

His soul yet stands still
at the dejected earth, he stood
it endured his prosaic past
that only twinged at the sight of remembering

he stood staring through the hollowness that filled life
and the devotions that have driven destiny forward
to how death shall overcome..

He awaited imaptiently
as his tears seemed to dwell-
brushing tenderly agains the half-mended wounds
turning the stitches open of remembering-
the fragile look on life's face-
offering him the paths he chose
of dreams that he held-
as he travelled across the aching snow that lay white and pale
strewing the agony that his soul beared
and the faint desire of faith that seemed to taint his heart

As the paths stressed on him to endure-
the shuddering spasms of grief that were fragmented behind
from the mind battles he led-
and the hope of elaborating-
the illed sentiments that were left a riddle unsolved
he was weakened and frail
for his weary eyes focused bleak at the irony of life
and griefly looked away-
silenced by fear

The old man is no longer too cold for tears
he stares right through the radiant ailed skies
and weeps like a child deprived
a smile is anchored through his wrinkled face-
that the rotting time left carvedyet he stands-
for it seemed life's frequent pace had paused
spreading the diseased memories-
allowing this heart to collapse

as the old man fights his last battles to survive-
his bewildered soul had lost
the rhythms impeded
and it majestically overcame...



April, 08