threadbare

my once able-bodied humanity/

now stripped of it modesty and humility/

lies warm in sheets of silk and muslin/

woven together with threads of gold/

and laughs at the shadow of its old humble soul/

threadbare and shivering out in the cold/

With books as with men

That old book lying in the corner/
Ignored, invisible, gathering dust/
Calls out, hurls out words and then hoarse whispers/
Pick me up, dust the dust away, please you must/
Turn the page over/
Look closer/
There is a story dying to be told/
Names, people, places, in there, growing listlessly old/
Dreaming the dream that someone would give them
their eyes/
That someone, late into the night, would softly narrate their lives/
That someone would set them free/
Free them from their hard bound captivity/
Even if just for a fleeting moment/
Starting from the lips to the heart it may be/

hope

Round n Round n Round We Go

They call it a life circle.

Does that mean every time you take a step forward, you actually end up being that much closer to your past? In that sense, isn't past the only thing that will last?

If we are going around in circles, won't the point of origin and end together come? what then, are we getting to and what are we getting away from?

If what goes around, comes around, doesn't it then make more sense to stand your ground, than going on? And wtf then is moving on?

If we are going to finish from where we started, does that mean you're going to bump into all those from whom you have parted?

They call it a life circle for a reason, i know. The reason just passed me by though.

Acid Burn

those days filled with staring at the sun
are blinded now
these are blind spots
swimming in an abyss
closed eyes show you what they miss
monochrome images seared at the back of your head
colours flowed away as their veins bled
those days filled with staring at the sun
leave marks today like an acid burn
like an unforgiving acid burn

The Late Night Duet

After the dance that the fingers danced/

Starting from the hollow of her neck/

To the small of her back/

The lights went dim/

The flame of the candles traded their shyness in/

For bold scented flickerings/

The purple theme turned into a scarlet hue /

Then the fingers met/

And danced the dance that was a duet/

All is good - Give or take a little (Original + Altered Version)