cobble-stoned altar

the rain makes me forget

to put my shoes on

and i walk for miles

without realizing

you make me forget

about the rain

as i stand

in front of your window

for hours

and then a glimpse of you

magically reminds me

of my bare feet

against the wet cobblestone

rain drops falling on me

soaking me

soaking my hair

drops dripping from my hair

onto my face

some of which i taste

the cool breeze

which makes me shiver

a bit

i rub my hands together

try and warm them with my breath

and tuck them in the backpocket of my jeans

all this while

i never take my eyes off your window

trying insanely praying profusely that

the fleeting moment

when i see you

gets married to forever

and it does

it really does

i know then

why i had to walk

all those miles

for all those hours

and end up here

nowhere else but here

standing in front of your window

on that sidewalk

more like an aisle

with me at the altar

waiting for my life

a heightened sense of feeling

a lighter sense of being

look at me

look at me just once

i murmer as i shiver

i need to tell you this

i need you to know this

that i had to come home

i just had to get home

how then

could i have waited

to even put my shoes on

the silent cry of a thing

that dies even before it comes to life.

the deepest loss of losing something

that could have been,

but never was.

canvas

stretched

framed

hanged

the canvas

lives on the wall

of an abandoned home

dripping paint

in lieu of tears

for once

a long time ago

it used to be a happy painting

a long time ago

not anymore

endless

i sit facing the sea

endless times

hoping at least once

it would open it doors

and take me in

i sit facing the sea

hoping it would show me

like a crystal ball

what is meant to be

i sit facing the sea

trying to see my reflection

trying to find out

anger chaos calm silence

what lies within me

i sit facing the sea

endless times

and when it's time to leave

i believe whatever is meant to be will be

i am at peace with whatever i am

i know i am the sea and the sea is me

i leave

only to return

and sit facing the sea

endless times

each time

made of endless suspended moments

cow class

a farce

a blatant lie

an eye wash

a lot of noise

and then

nothing.

rolling stones

which abruptly stop

gather moss

which they can't

shake off.

a strong mass

the upper cow class

lead the sheep

goats and pigs

and the sitting ducks

to the slaughter house

throat slit

voice lost

end of laughter.

weak rumbling

in the background

and then

nothing.

R.E.M

time.and again.

that sand

sentenced

to incarceration

in a sand clock

turned

upside

down

time

and again

emitting a false sense

of romantic escapism

as it flows

but in actuality

it sears

like a nerve-wrecked

prisoner

conditioned

into a helpless to and fro

from the top half

it freely falls

only to settle

in a heap

at the bottom

and then

is turned

again

while it remains

a picture of serenity

for many

of time

ever flowing

within

each grain of sand

is just trying hard

to cling

to the one

next to it

to avoid

a feeling of isolation

a perfect paradox

a cruel practical joke

it shows

the passing of time

but for it

nothing changes

entrapped

behind glass

movement

defeated

by the eternal stillness

of status quo