My way to hell was paved from his heaven,
Life is now a crossroads of shores.
Destiny has changed its destination,
Blown away by the gust of fabrications.
My million sorrows, all rebelling for civility,
Are lost in my mistake.
I can mull now or forever,
Instead I wait for you, unwearyingly.
I walk on sand of memories, patiently;
My patience amazingly placating me,
Source anonymous, I breathe in my patience.

People move in and out of life like ghosts,
Then they just fade off in early winter snow.
Buried between the buildings with shining tags
Like setting sun gleaming to get darken at end;
At last fading into nothingness with bright spring.
New leaves hiding the unmarked graves, making them invisible.
Shadow of memories blossoming yet remains forgotten.
Moving like phantom between the walls.
A phantom well known and well lived yet never be seen.
People move in and out of life like ghosts
Drifting away in autumn with footsteps walking away,
Rushing towards the invisible fire lengthening the shadows.
Like birds returning at evening, flying early with all hopes.
Leaving behind trail of feathers, scattered everywhere,
Sun singeing them brutally into cinders, to be carried by tired butterflies.
People move in and out of life like ghosts
Leaving a wisp of lily in the seething summer air.
Tantalized for more but yielding for none yet vaporizing with each breath,
Craving for never ending corporeal appetite.
Ghosts they are neither man nor woman,
Beating heart which recognize neither brute nor human.

I would sing a lullaby but the world is too sad too sleep.
It doesn't need the soothing, it need the scathing from my broken heart!!

Once again we walked past each other.
I crossed you as if I am crossing a sun,
Ablaze and afraid to get burn...yet again.
You crossed me like a milestone,covered once and forgotten forever!!!

I will write till my pen bleeds....till my heart beats.
I will write till my words are death kissed.....till their death like...you died!!!

How easily you tagged my truth as one of her lies,
Not once thinking how it would corrode my soul.
Now that you have felt I don't owe an explanation, I have decided
If you can't defend me, I will not fight for you!!

******* your hope??

When the sun comes down, setting through my window
I feel contended while the dusk glows on my carpet.
There saw a phantom haunting the mirror, it was love at first sight.
But my phantom requests a new lover to conquer.
Through its grey haze I see every night,
An angel sailing through the night’s deep ocean
Draped in dark wraps of mystery, feline and fragile in motion.
Masking more about her than all can tell;
In havens strange she weathers storms ******
And holds some unreal lover in her eyes.
Or perhaps she walks this world unknown
Adrift like me, upon the depths of nights.
I glide back to the start, soaring with the angel,
Only to lose it in murky halo, appeased yet so alone.
Night revealing its symphony for the lovers, rain falling unbrokenly on the catacombs.
As night ripens black to become longstanding,
A longing, lifetime old, rose from grave deep within my emotions.
Considering to open myself to ceaseless night’
Seductive and soothing caresses, formed of ecstasy.
I see myself in the mirror, not enemy with the time-not anymore,
I put away all my pride for the phantom to breath into my heart.

I tried alcohol,thinking your memories would get drunk.
But it was me ended up calling you,yet again.

My love for you is so palpable I can cloak it around us,
With feelings always guarding my half written letters.
How often I wish to see you and only you,
To kiss you and finish my guarded letters..... Is all I want!!

You and i ,we are like fire and ice
Together forever but apart for eternities!!

I saw cloudy waves in his eyes,
And suddenly I longed to swim;
Forgetting my phobia of water.

Dangling by branches of the tree
Are several spoons.
Bizarre the spectacle was
But so was fascinating,
To see light mirrored by the spoons.
Reflecting every fleeting moments.
Like sand grains slipping out of hourglass
Not to escape but to build a sand castle;
along the sea, where you and I can last for eternity.
In the green light
Jingling to complement the whisper of leaves,
Creating their own legends,
Legends of some sweet performing rainbows.
Never have I seen so,
Neither heard of.
It’s a sight of fable
To assemble the fantasy.
Fable where the scene will not be tried
But appreciated as the actuality.