Night Train, travel through the world unknown
The black hills with a maroon sky thick behind it
The metallic sound of friction valiantly losing battle to the poignant silence
Night Train, write an epic of the hands that cup around the eyes
Of the eyes that talk to the distant light
Of the lights that blink and the ones that stay still
Night Train, don't slow down for each breath falls faster than the wind outside
Night Train, don't slow down for the still is more piercing than the dark blades of grass lying far below
The rhythmic oscillation of the half sleeping bodies stacked one above the other
The threatening aura of the stiff backbones stoically awake
The lone observer is lost in the nightly delusion
Night Train, chronicle a dark fantasy of the broken fragments the night narrates
Night Train, stop, send a jolt, deaden the incantations
Before the dawn or its harbingers intrude
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 2:15 AM UTC
Our speck of life,
So insignificant
Our hopes, our joy, our pain
Are but an illusion within a reference frame
Did you notice how our lives
with yesterday rhyme?
The morbid, the banal
and their incessant chime
The dear equilibrium is at the mercy of Time
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC
When the night falls
in the wet rain drops
the fluttering of the leaves
that star, I don't know what she speaks
In all the other things that awake my quiet reverie
My Artist, I feel you telling me your story
Stories of far past
Stories of moments that hardly last
of all those merry, gay nights
of those hard hangovers and crazy fights
Artist, if I could only say
How I treasure the pearls of your stories for my solitary days
In years I don't know where I will be
But won't you be there, won't you come to see me?
Or may be it's too much to ask from Time
I've got more than what's truly mine
Artist, in a far off town or at an unfamiliar strand
Send me your stories that blow from your land
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 1:12 AM UTC