Tuesday, 27 December 2011

Trade: Tears for Lust


"Hey" she said, "have you got a little fire for me…"
with her light at the corner she lay bared
staring at thin air; doing her shiny brown hair
she said "……

her eye sparkled from a wet reflection
As she shied away until she was held strong;
strong around her slender waist; cold skin;
"Hey" she kissed his ear, "I want her a daddy…."

Followed by a story of love and its usual acts
left him amazed in culture; he'd be the backseat lover
As his shoulder took some puddle; his head cynical,
"Hey" she smirked, "who'd be her daddy….."

all she then heard were footsteps she walked
on sheets of empty canvas; she bled
while she let him continue, to blame her,
"Hey" she puffed, "she'll have her a daddy...."

Monday, 26 December 2011

Half Past Five Behind

dream on woman, dream on
dream the whole night through
if you let me climb aboard
you'll see me then; maybe you wont

if you look past the distant waters
you'll know who's seeking solace
on the road; crawiling, walking, speeding
headed to an infinite spree of winter madness

master, master!! how can i find in me peace?
will I have to reach for the moon?
will i have to wait in the wings?
or look for love again.....

Thursday, 22 December 2011

In a Flash


I woke up for my evening tea
dusk in it's primeval form takes over the air
gradually simmering down to the crystal
in that air, in these thoughts, in my head too;
while I see years in tears; in façade
All that jazz; all in a flash

failing to pick up what was left behind
the ship flew beyond space; beyond time
jus to turn and catch a glimpse
and from the corner the crew smiled
at how wondrous time was; who too flew by
who flew by just in a flash

my oh my!! she adopted the trailer
of the flash in a mellow disguise; she did so gentle
but how eager am I to see tomorrow pass too
for the next day holds for me my stance unique
one that I want all of it; I blink my eye and who knew
tomorrow would pass too; but in a flash!!


Scarface

maybe I've been hard to reach
may be its 'cos I don’t want to be found
or listen to the words you speak n preach
that remind me of the kisses we threw around

good friends have come n gone; good love has too
but since I've erased my trails off your vision
babe I have a feeling I've wronged you
a  spotless mind now remains an eternal mission

If you tend be my audience
babe you'll know my static chores
listen now!! Listen cos I might make sense
I still cherish the scar we sculpted in twos n fours!!

Sunday, 11 December 2011

Insomnia

on this spring stuffed cushion I lay
disconnected with selfish intention
music streaming stalls in thin air
a half burnt cigarette on the table it waits
scents from a spliff on fire thrown around
senses they are calling for a seize
or are they mere hallucinogens on the job?
no more chains bounded with my lover friends
with vicarious chores filling my surface
the desire deep down fading away; by the day
questions disappearing unanswered
a dramatic change I once craved;
seems just 'round the corner
still runnin' against the wind
hope they who share my loop share a smile too
it's my sacrifice after-all
I see the blue shadow rising
in this filthy chamber, I stretch my arms
and light my fire!!