Flight of The Phoenix

Tenderness of love unbound
The exhilarating essence
The wild rush of a stampede of thousand mustangs
The drunk silence of the night

They left me raped, wounded my soul
The smell of a tremulous rose assaults my senses
A curse besmeared the golden words
And I was left alone

The black wings of a dark angel
The towering inferno in the mansion of love
Reprimanded for numerous mistakes
Slighted for every moment spent

Life’s taken a new meaning
Should I look forward to an unknown flight…
The pain of the crash still blinds my vision
Yet, I wish…I could fly

Futile Wishes

The transparent glass is now opaque
It’s hard to see the road ahead
Swirling mists have encompassed me
I am trapped in an airtight bubble

I am suffocated, frustrated and angry
The memory of your kisses burn my flesh
The longing of the warmth of your body
Makes me numb

I wish I knew what to do
I wish I knew the way out
But above all…desperately
I wish I had you back

Mistakes have been too many to count
Beautiful moments too few to mention
Yet I wish…
I could turn back time

Colours On A Palette

Have you ever heard the story
Of the dried colours on a colourful palette
The story of promise broken
The story of falling from grace

I wish I could bring them alive…
To paint a butterfly’s dreams
To take flight on the rainbow highway
To give their shriveled lives a purpose

Do they ever wish…
To be part of someone’s masterpiece
To always bask in reflected glory…
What is their purpose

I wish there were odes written to them
Odes to life spent in being the wind beneath other’s wings
Forgotten and dried up…
Yet colourful in its anonymity…

A Journey…Interrupted but Continued

Woken up from the trance of love
Allow me to embrace the world as it is…
Let me feel the rhythm of life…
To discover what I lost but never realized

I seek to keep the pain with me
Just as a souvenir of the happier times
To experience the joy of success
To be the master of my own fate

Its been a long time since I felt the caress of your warmth
The joyride of my desires screeched to a halt
But, life, refuses to slacken its pace…
So, I keep up, the wound just a prickling scar of the past

I seek to undo the hopelessly complicated knot…
But, what is the fun, if life lies solved?
So, I leave it by…and move ahead…
Seeking to face the waves as they come…