Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Phoenix Burning


Dawn came upon me with her gentle caress
With the beautiful reminder that night is past
Her warmth drove the pain away
I took flight on the strength of her kiss

The beckoning infinity emboldened me
I spread my wings…in the mad desire
To hug those beautiful clouds
Her companionship made me forget all wishes to land

My wings of fire took us to new heights
Rising on the crest of every wind swell
Soaring gracefully in tandem
All inhibitions left far…far below

My shadow unseen in the ground arose inside me…
It engulfed me…as you left me…
So, here I am at the end of another beginning
Crashed into night…I am the phoenix…burning…

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Wait


Bereft of all emotions
Windswept and raped
I stand free…

Robbed of sorrow
Happy and numb
I stand silent

Denied of sunshine
Cold and hidden
I stand alone…

Life in hand
A song on my lips
I stand dreaming…

Here I am
Standing…Waiting…Desiring…
That eternity will end

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Tonight


Tonight I can dance
Just to let go…
To forget that they are watching
All those fools who are judging

Tonight I can sing…
To the tune of dawn’s harp
Just to play hard to get
For all those who took me for granted

Tonight I can write…
Just for the joy of creating
Just to anger them
To break the rules they set

Tonight they have come to jeer…
All those who hurt and haunted me
All those who killed the dreams they made me dream…
So tonight…I break free…

Thursday, January 3, 2008

The Tree



The moon smiles at the gnarled tree
Rugged…Hollowed…
Ugly with scars of forgotten battles

No one knows why it stands…
Braving the mockery of the winds
Hiding the pain in some dark corner of his wooden heart…

Hope has become the greatest curse for him
Sunshine its greatest enemy…it bares him for the world to see
Rain gives the final blow…the fatal mockery of someone he adored

Yet he stands…
Remembering the music rain played on its leaves
The shivers that arose when she encompassed him

Now he wishes some merciful axe-man
Would come his way…
But no one has time for a useless knotted tree…

So he stands…
With cruel reminders of a beautiful past
Is it pity he feels for himself ?


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