It's four in the morning,
And my eyes are still open so wide.
A pen shivering in my hands,
Waiting for me to breathe into it-
Some Life.
I wonder where my sleep is
-Does it ever miss me too ?
I ponder over it like a mad-man,
Such a trivial thought,
But it paints me my blues.
There's nothing but silence-
Or maybe,
Silence and nothing.
Which way does the road leads ?
-A dark descent in madness.
Would I bleed emptiness,
If nothing is left inside.
Would silence prevail my screams,
And it would seem I am alive-
From the outside.
Is there a way to feed on the silence,
If not-
Would I be hungry forever ?
I seek solitude in disguise,
Served in solace-
With a hint of serenity together.
Moon-light is the preferred sauce,
And I don't feed unless-
I have no cause.
The clause clearly states that-
Dark clouds may hamper the supper,
But I had one the other night-
And the moon disappeared.
Would it be still here, somewhere ?
Can it hear me,
With all the dreams it bears.
So many souls lost in peace,
A buffet of tales,
For it to feed upon.
But I am sure,
It must feel alone-
For we haven't seen each other,
In a while.
It's so exhausting to walk so many miles.
Only to find scars and a barren land,
I hope someday I would understand,
Why I see a man-
When I stare in the night sky.
Is it a trick of the eye,
Magic ?
As they say.
Delusional fusion of illusion,
Escalation of my confusion-
If the man wears the crown of scars,
Or if those scars wear the man.
Is it not tempting-
To be so close with the stars,
In reach of his hands.
Do they kiss his skin,
Whenever he stands.
Or do they disperse in star-dust,
With dusk,
As if he's waving a magic wand.
I wonder if the earth can still find him,
Even if the eyes don't seek him no more,
I remember before,
Every-night he would sing a lore.
The time swept the tides,
And now I see no moon-light.
Only street-lights grace this oasis -
Made of star-dust,
But a heaven no more.
Pillars of concrete emotions,
Rise through the air.
Who ate the sky, I wonder,
I see no sign of it anywhere.
My world isn't big enough,
But how big really is life ?
Would I deserve my answer,
If I walk through it alive ?
Or is the question too fragile,
Dangling by a noose of faith,
My fate, isn't mine at all-
So how am I a master,
Of the journey to be made.
Would not the reflection,
Touch the mirror and break.
The pieces lost forever,
Even though the time won't wait.
A curious curiosity of reality,
Side effects abundant-
But can be cured easily,
By a daily dose of fantasy.
Though it can alter mentality,
Patient won't suffer from duality.
Fantastical whimsical array of-
Spectacular rectangular view,
Drawn in circles,
In three dimensional fashion.
A factional directional window-
For rational,
Though the mind would-
Serve thy passion.
Only if they understood,
A name isn't what's true.
An essential equation of reasons,
As seasons change hue.
My ink is due,
But the words still scan the page.
Every moment is grow,
With All these memories I age.
Won't the world sing me a song,
It promised when I was born.
Heavy and sinking,
With all the past I have borne.
It's not five in the morning,
But it feels so close.
I left my dreams to die, again-
And yet, I feel no remorse.
The barren wings lift the sky,
Enough to keep me awake.
The eyes keep begging for more,
And tears have yet to make a lake.
The mighty must have lied,
There so no philosophy here to learn.
All that is, will be gone,
His chosen gift ever-ready to burn.
And the angels have all but died,
Mighty bridge of darkness,
Burned all through the other side.
No more trips to the dark corners,
Only four walls and no trees to oblige.
how would I ever taste the fruit now,
Will the leaves still kiss my feet ?
I miss the meadows of naked -
Whispers,
As they wither,
For the hours that cut inside deep.
No more ashes left to keep,
As the sun now consumes our all.
Taking with itself,
As it falls,
The last ray of hope too.
Wish the men had known,
Diamonds grow in the sky.
To be cultivated and grown,
Till they cover all of our eye.
That's where the dreams are gone,
And that's where the moon hides.
Behind the haze,
That litters the horizon-
Is where the universe resides.