Storm

The sky darkens…
As, the dust get wings
And, I watch alone…
Suddenly, invisible in the dust of the world

I stretch my arms…
Wishing I could ride on its back
Lost amongst our existence…
Running back to anthills

Time refuses to stand still or pass on…
As, the first drops hit my eyelids…
The lightning threatens
And, the sky seems dangerous…

Everyone runs for shelter…
I try to join them…yet…
I stand crazy…calm…
In your arms again

This is It

The sky looks on with a misty eye…
As, I feel the sudden rush of speed before the calm…
The ground hastily recedes
As, the propellers fly me away…

I look for you…
But, all seems so small from up here anyway…
And, it’s time to embrace reality, to be better…
To be more, than what you had thought I would ever be

And, hence its goodbye…
To old friends and forgotten follies
Adieu, to broken hearts and emotions that weakens.
It’s goodbye to you.

I know not what I seek…
Or where it is that I seek it…
Yet, I never despair…
I know my rain is never far away…

I draw the smoke in deeply…
Looking for a last embrace
But, guess I took in too much…
My eyes burn…and I cannot seem to exhale

The raindrops repeat your words…
As I look for patterns in the empty coffee cup
When, I close my eyes your lies still choke
Yet, I smile…

I emerge.
Burnt and free. A hardened actor…
Convincing enough to fool even myself…
You wanted me to be happy…this is it.

She

Happiness lost, in a vain pursuit…
The journey insignificant, for a glorified destination
And, a race of neon-addicts and marathon men
A caricature called life…

She embraces all…
With equal love or equal indifference
Sweetening the acrid nights…
Making mindless hate…

She leads you to her room and takes off her life…
To take the world in
Closing her eyes…to open them in a faraway land…
If only, Freud interpreted her dreams

She moves on through changing rates and changing times
Yet, her face is hidden…
And, the fight for the street corner is on
While, every night, she waits as they try to choose the best…

The lure of money, as the world seeks to invest…
She sways to the music…
Hoping, the make-up is loud enough
To silence the hunger inside

And, she wakes up alone…every dawn
The oldest profession denying her the afterglow…
Taking an early bath…
To wash away the tears for the rest of the day…