The Aeonian Beauty

Watching the ants
Marching along,
Knowing their own way,
Or following,
Marching for a reason unknown
Marching for a cause obscure.

I stand there alone,
Away from the crowd,
Away from the herd.
My words go unheard,
My squall goes unheeded.
The words don't sound the same
Outside my head.

It seems the silence
Is here to stay!

All the razor edges disappear,
Colours look brighter when you are near.
The stars shine like fireballs
Around your silk-skinned aura.
I look at you with engrossed eyes
Your amorous self grows closer.

Your ambrosial envisage,
Your naive beauty,
Draws me ever closer to you.

I've seen you from the day I was born,
You were there for me
When my heart was unanimously torn.
I'll be far away when you'll still smile!

The love, the pain, the hope,
Oh beautiful one,
Will remain forever,
Oh the damsel of the night.
Your eyes will remain in my paradise,
Your smile will make my soul rise!

Presence

Shadowy visions
Going blurred,
The dry leaves
Getting charred;
Smokey images
Of a life left far behind,
Thoughts wandering
In the surreptitious mind.



Equal distances
Infathomable,
Known expressions
Inexplicable,
Regular shapes
Changing forms,
Optical reflections---
An illusion of the past!

Phoenix

Cut a blade of grass
It would never bleed
Thoughts of growing back again...

Melt a piece of ice
Turning to water
Thinking of freezing back again...

Shed the leaves
Come winter
Storing to grown the next spring...

Bleeding from the wound
To colour the earth red
Healing to shed some more...

Stopping the flow
The rock ahead
To jump over it...

Window glasses
To stop the gale
For the wind to blow again...

Candles burning
Giving off light
Only to be lighted again...

Glasses emptied
Thirst quenched
To be filled up once more...

Ashes flown by wind
Conjuring up
To be burnt again...

Kites flying high
Bounded by strings
To be brought down again...

Sun setting in myriads of colours
For the beautiful stars to see
And sunrise once againe...

Waters going up
Intense heat
Only to be raining again...

Memories stocked in
Dying again
To live life once...

Burning with the fag.

How many times must a man be screwed
Before he's called a man?
How many litres must his car burn
Before it gives off smoke?
Yes, how many times must he wake up
Before he can sleep sound?
The answer my friend is burning with the fag
The answer is burning with the fag.

Yes, how many years can a tortoise exist
Before its shell is crushed to shards?
Yes, how many times can a lizard escape
Before it has to sacrifice the tail?
Yes, how many times can a candle flicker
Struggling amidst the harsh wind?
The answer my friend is burning with the fag
The answer is burning with the fag.

Yes, how many grains have to be collected
Before it makes a desert?
Yes, how many drops must the river possess
Before it can flood?
Yes, how many barbs have to be fenced
To keep the wind away?
The answer my friend is burning with the fag
The answer is burning with the fag.


---- remembering Dylan my own way :P

Distance

The distant stars
See each other every moment,
Loathing to converse
Insurmountable space between;
Ages have passed,
Still they try to speak.

The conjugal waves
Ride beside each other,
Lashing on the shores
The thoughts unspoken;
They grow with might
Still ride beside.

The high mountains
Standing above all,
Covered with the same snow
Born of the same earth;
Being brooded
By the same cloud.

The ethereal silence prevails,
The eternal bondage looms;
The distant relation
Abridged with time;
The unsurpassed silence
Helping their bond grow better.

Darkness among Lights

The lights
Twinkling and shinning,
Even the stars
Trying to compete.

The howling sirens
Deafening the senses,
Amidst all glory...

Here i am,
Masked in darkness;
In the
Festival of Lights.

The phlegmatic moon,
Damsel of the night;
Hiding herself
From the torchbearers of time!

Away from the machinations,
The mind wanders aimlessly
Through the dark paths
Unseen!

Trying to find the way
Without help from the shamans,
Faltering through
The woods of silent lives.

Following the reflection
In those dark waters,
Lively images of the past;
Whispering notes in the ears--
Deafened by the silence of the night.

The chill of the wind,
Sharing its warm friendship
With the unseen darkness,
The cynicism left far behind.