The crappy tussle,
The smile so subtle.
The karma magic,
The crazy logic.
The scientist song,
The dreaming long.
The collected cans,
The complaisance.
The extreme ways,
The pissed off face.
The disorientation,
The trepidation.
The rooftop talks,
The undid knots
The crapulence,
The abstinence.
The sleepless night,
The diffused light.
The softest touch,
The sound of "hush".
The brooklyn mug,
The perfect hug.
The french omelette,
The colour violet.
The reckless heart,
The faux-pas.
The veins so stressed,
The hair unkempt
The sleepy voice,
Leaves no choice....
Friday, August 27, 2010
I Leave behind...
I walk out of this party in all drunkenness,
My heart inundated with youth’s sunkenness.
I dread what will become of me,
For so reckless I have always been.
It is beautiful, and I’m drunk and high,
The party is hovering in fronta my mind’s eye.
I have an urge to return,
But I do know there’s more to yearn.
For there’s so much more to learn,
And this recklessness I should burn.
By and by I come to thee,
For your sake from the party I flee.
Last word with you will have me revivified,
It’s in your arms hereby, I wish I died.
You are the one I dreamt for so long,
Time has come when I say that song.
I walk and walk with the vision so blurred,
I shouted to them , but no one heard.
I relished the drinks and music there,
But when I left,there wasn’t a sole to care.
Violent winds penetrate this gut of mine,
Am I reaching you ,or am I short of time?
This teal-taffeta that I’m dressed up in,
And winds make me faint for so much I sinned.
I swivel to see if I have come too far,
But neither a speck of light, nor a single star.
I feel lost, so lost inside,
Am I reaching you ,or am I short of time?
I’ve hurt my leg, my hands, my soul inside,
And the pain as if I’m firmly tied.
I see a man, from his horse,alight,
And question if he would give me a ride?
That’s when to another side he veered,
I cried out loud but no one appeared.
I freeze and freeze as if it were rigor mortis,
Will any one take me to where his fort is?
I no longer yearn for those tequila and lime,
Am I reaching you or am I short of time?
My heart inundated with youth’s sunkenness.
I dread what will become of me,
For so reckless I have always been.
It is beautiful, and I’m drunk and high,
The party is hovering in fronta my mind’s eye.
I have an urge to return,
But I do know there’s more to yearn.
For there’s so much more to learn,
And this recklessness I should burn.
By and by I come to thee,
For your sake from the party I flee.
Last word with you will have me revivified,
It’s in your arms hereby, I wish I died.
You are the one I dreamt for so long,
Time has come when I say that song.
I walk and walk with the vision so blurred,
I shouted to them , but no one heard.
I relished the drinks and music there,
But when I left,there wasn’t a sole to care.
Violent winds penetrate this gut of mine,
Am I reaching you ,or am I short of time?
This teal-taffeta that I’m dressed up in,
And winds make me faint for so much I sinned.
I swivel to see if I have come too far,
But neither a speck of light, nor a single star.
I feel lost, so lost inside,
Am I reaching you ,or am I short of time?
I’ve hurt my leg, my hands, my soul inside,
And the pain as if I’m firmly tied.
I see a man, from his horse,alight,
And question if he would give me a ride?
That’s when to another side he veered,
I cried out loud but no one appeared.
I freeze and freeze as if it were rigor mortis,
Will any one take me to where his fort is?
I no longer yearn for those tequila and lime,
Am I reaching you or am I short of time?
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