My sweetest Decembers

Standing where I am not knowing where I stand

I look on ahead, I do not know what I see

Illusions are they made of fond memory?

Walking because I have to walk but I dont know where I go

Looking back I see the the path I had been on

That is where I want to be back in my own history

I am very lost but I have to walk

Why must I walk I do not know

How many times has it been?

Oh so many, so many jumbled up pieces of red string

In autumn leaves, or sunflower bushes

In foggy windows, in dusty heat

But for me it was all just winter

So very very sweet december

So many pieces of jumbled red strings

I wish they would go away, for when they do its wonderful

Just me and ...

Less Than Perfect

I was wondering when I saw that bearded old man on his little sheet of chequered red.

With his legs tucked away and his ribs giving away his long days of being unfed.

I was wondering even more when I saw her sitting there dejectedly,watching him sleep.

As if her troubles were not enough for her, she had to bring more from him to keep.

And then as my car whooshed by I turned my head around to see my mistake.

She was not there for him, the pain behind the pain in those eyes could not be fake.

As my head set itself into motion to look at the road ahead again.

My heart ached silently in the morning rush to feel that same pain.

What would I not give to feel that pain again, exihilirating thrill.

I would give anything to feel that longing brood against my will.

To trust again, to love free of fear of what does it all really mean.

This story is about him& her but also of what could have been.

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I thought of naming this "him & her" but i dunno why "less than perfect" jumped to my mind n took precedence.

Give me a Name

These memories filing my head

The voice that is just about dead

Hold my hand and let us walk

Past is past and future is eternal

 

The real world is hard to live in

We keep on falling and getting hurt

Remember me walking in the rain?

It’s that me, I am here again

 

I know I said it a thousand times

But, I am yours and you are mine

Hold my hand and we will fly

Higher than anyone, closer to the sky

 

Gathering stardust, scattering more

I don’t want us to burn out like before

Pull me up if I fall,

I don’t want to, just like you.

 

A little boy I see the world

So big, so dark, so fearful

Hold my hand we can make it through

Because I am scared, just like you

 

I am still thinking about you

As rain starts and stops

As the sky grows dark

As the as the leaves change colour

 

As you go deep into my heart

I fly up into the sky

This little boy might never be a prince

But to this boy you are always his princess

Marooned

Marooned on an island a bird softly sings,

Long lost memories and sadness it brings.

Marooned on an island a lovely bird shrieks,

Of pain and blood its love song reeks.

But one emotion it does not want;

It does not want, it surely does not want.

--Of being marooned in maroon!

It screams "Gimme Red"; splash the town.

Birdie refuses to look at 'love' as just another noun.

Marooned on an island, the bird is relentless.

Love is the name of the bird, it is flightless.

Another one of my bird songs[the other one being "Song of a Night Bird"http://manycoloredrainbow.blogspot.com/2006/10/song-of-night-bird.html]

I somehow like using birds as a metaphor.

And by flightless i dont mean to be cruel and say the birds wings got clipped off or something but because love is such a bird that when it dwells on something, even if it is a marooned island, it is not going to leave that place ever and go away. Tough metaphorism i will concede but i've always been like that!

Thinking Of You

I am thinking of you in my wakeful lonesomeness tonight.
If it is wrong to love, then my heart just wont let me be right.
Cause I’m so lost in you that I cant live without you holding me tight.
I'd give everything, anything to have just one more night with you, tonight.
I'd sell my soul just to feel your warm body next to mine,
Cause I can’t go on existing in the remembrance of our soulful tune.
I'd give myself, my everything for your love, just for a night.

Come to me when I am alone at the stroke of midnight

And let us escape, tugging at our heart-strings, like two besotted kites.

Hiding Place

The night burns on and I find no sleep
I turn into the night beginning within myself deep
The burning light within me refuses to ebb
As memories and dreams start to build a web
There is a burning desire within me
To possess, to protect and to guide
But within miserable seconds I begin to slide
Into nightmares begun with screams
With devilish fires burning up my dreams
I need a hiding place from the cruel night
A place which can shelter fantastical flights
The night needs light,bright and scorching
Which will purify the night of its debauchery
A little hiding place where to rest for a while
A place which is free from evilness and guile
I know the night needs the light and it is you
Shelter me in your arms,I will never let it find you.

PS: Been relaxing of late at home while I can before I rush off to a another internship stint in Delhi. Been to Hyderabad recently, didn't quite understand what is their Hyd Biryani all hyped for??It was too spicy for my taste buds, any of you like it? Lemme know why.