Love Blinds....

Standing by this valley, A lake I see far away,
Sparkles they breathe, and the breeze makes'em sway,
A naked beauty, virgin untouched lays right beside me,
Under this, part moon of gold, to the otherside a lady I see....

Bathing so gloriously, she takes away all the sorrows,
The gold indeed from her, every now and then the moon borows,
From her to shine, the way she does like this vanilla twilight,
Bare her back slipping drops of sparkles, to not they fight....

An angel descendent, from the treasures of heaven,
To my sight she feeds, on which even the fairies raven,
I want to walk closer, to feel her enchanting mould,
Shivers my thoughts and every reason that I hold....

Somehow the courage seeps in, to tak me to her,
I stand in the same place, but my soul reaches out further,
Follow it I must or I will lose it to her forever,
I want lose myself whole, not just my thought river....

Next to her I stand with a twinkle in the eye,
To the pure innocence in her naked body I sigh,
While she just sways and continues to bathe sparkles,
A desire I feel, to hold her bare and break all the shackles....

Come I back to reality, Silence and me just look and see,
Sitting with legs by her side, submerged in the lake's glee,
To her back I stand, her hair fell collected by her neck,
She turns as I go close and just pastes a peck....

I hold her hand and ask her who she is?
She says a girl he sent for me, I couldn't find in those lands of bliss,
For me and only me, She had come to this world,
And for her was I sent, around her my destiny swirled....

We sat besides for hours, without saying a word or else,
Our silence felt every thought, like we played with the shells,
Fitting her fingers in gaps of mine, I look in her eye and smile,
She was smiling at me and came closer, for I waited all this while....

Placing her thumb so gently on my lips, she feels,
The truth in my touch and my words she seals,
Then points to the sky, and ask to show her the moon,
Mesmerising, to her I say, but she is for me the ultimate boon....

Laying her head on my shoulder, she says,
Forever you be by my side, no matter the time or its slays,
My deepend breath answered to her, that never will I leave,
The world may end or time may bend, but her side I won't heave....

Her eyes my shelter, to her smile I shall breathe,
A promise I make till eternity, with only her will I feed,
For my life and beyond, her vision I shall be,
Blind was she till only now, but through me now she'll see....

A world she never saw before, was a curse she beared,
Undo this spell I will, and let the witches run scared,
I will show her the world and walk right beside her,
I'd be her eyes and stick, we'll live happily ever after....

The Woolgatherer....

Gathering some wool, of what it will one day be,
Reality is different, from what I can now see,
Bringing together some images, to me heart dearer,
I can be what I want to, I'm a woolgatherer....

To think in vain, with no known boundaries is fun,
Open is my shed, exposing images under the sun,
Mixing a few moments with my own imaginative stirrer,
I can think what I want to, I'm a woolgatherer....

Looking down the pool of love, broad in daylight,
Reflection's not exactly mine, but of a goose in flight,
So free yet calm, moving away further and further,
I can fly if I want to, I'm a woolgatherer....

Storyboards of life with time stamps of wine,
Intoxicating memories and drunken pictures behind,
Remind me who I am, But I pretend they could be clearer,
I can pose if I want to, I'm a woolgatherer....

Good for nothing they say, my thoughts have no use,
Then I think they won't understand, as they lack a muse,
Floating are my thoughts, may sometimes sound peculiar,
I can float where I want to, I'm a woolgatherer....

Some terrains divine, I see in my mind,
Crazy some say, they are impossible to find,
Walking the hypnotic bridges, I'm an adventurous tourer,
I can go where I want to, I'm a woolgatherer....

I talk to the breeze and listen to the stories of the wind,
Nature I've touched, forgive me father for I may have sinned,
As I have said and heard, above and beyond my higher,
I can hear whom I want to, I'm a woolgatherer....

Travelling along the trains of hope, seated at rest beside belief,
Welcomed aboard, being accepted by'em is such a relief,
As they are the reason I can give life to the lifeless, may on a silver platter,
I can believe and hope in whom or what I want to, now tell me I'm a woolgatherer....

Dreams....

Believe....

Ghost Town....

Transparent shadows of the good times,
A cup of coffee and a dozen smoke dimes,
Filled the air of an awkward yet delightful thought,
Of you and me and a world for who, we once fought....

Happened, so as to what, is still a mystery,
A time was there, when we'd finalize the tapestry,
Spoke for hours, dreamt of what it would be,
Together we planned, to plan our togetherness history....

Remember that day my dear, once my love,
We walked by the sea, naked were feet, so calm and dove,
I held your hand and whispered caresses to your ear,
Of grabbing greys together, to loose that moment was my biggest fear....

That moment was lost and so were you, my hanse,
For which I craved once, or to just see you once,
An addiction of sorts, were you so sweetly mine,
My dream was touched, the garden to an abandoned mine....

It's one of those times, when I walk through you,
In these images of our love, to look it feels nice to,
Wandering the empty streets of past, where walked we once,
Now it's just me kicking stones, but still feeling your essence....

Where have you gone, come back and see,
Our world has changed, with no us, but just me,
The tulips have died and thorns have grown,
Standing I'm still, at the alter, wearing the tux I had worn....

Memories Walking Dead....

Some pictures from the album in my mind,
I had buried in time, to revive an energy divine,
Have been standing next to me, so close,
Striking a one of a kind, peculiar pose....

A weeping scar, has woken up to ride,
Along the highway, my memories divide,
Scaring are its ways, seems to move faster than sound,
Falling from the skies, black and white images they mount....

Cutting loose from the boundaries I once made,
Soaring, high they walked, to my cries they swayed,
Drying blood in my strings, they smiled again,
Sadistic pleasures to feed, from mine they gain....

Staring out the window, resting pale blue palms,
Forming ripples in the glass, the thunder qualms,
Shivers are stirred and shadows are blurred,
Beating so fast, helplessly my heart purred....

Dusk wins the battle and spread its wings across,
To the road, the ocean and the skies, made it so difficult to cross,
As this would come I knew, for demons once I fed,
Rising from there graves, are my Memories Walking Dead?

Time To Change...

Jumbled letters and a frozen vision,
Signs are striking hard, like a major concussion,
In the lap of skeletons, have I grown to realize,
There's no easy way to get out, how much ever you pressurize....

Let it go, let it out, learn to breathe and calm down,
It's not a race, bring on a smile, why frown,
Reasons I see, may be many to invert that smile,
Revert it back, as bad doesn't stick a while....

Open your heart, feel what you haven't in time,
Let the breeze caress your ears and make your hair the chime,
These times are rare, that fill those empty spaces,
So stop waiting for'em to come and laugh at time's faces....

It's  good thing sometimes, to be free or to feel,
So give happiness a chance and let peace not conceal,
In your mind and your soul, just flow with the stream in you,
bliss will enter your door, in its hand will be a serene brew....

Things will change, with your time in flight,
The baggage you carry, will become so light,
The ocean of your emotions, will ripple with every smiling touch,
Will remove the darkness, enlightening shadows as such....

Choose your ways, to cope and breathe, be slow,
Nothing else will matter, but its change you must sow,
To begin it will be tough, a habit is being touched,
The worst we have of habits, the olds we keep clutched....

Let's make a plan, to hum this song of smiles,
I hope to ride this ride, where there's no hope for lies,
But a scope for growth, of our minds, away are sorrows,
And never again, shall we wait for good or happiness we'll borrow....

The Past and The Present...

The Past is always good....and the Present will always be monotonous...
You'd love to live in the Past....but what then, when it will become your Present...