Weeping Silver Bells

hello darkness from the sun
i've been waiting for you to come
and steal my sleep away;
people sleeping on clouds o' dreams
around signs of neon lights glowin'
I lay awake by green tinted glass
with nerve flexing brew held within
spits over self arise from empty to galore
while dawn meets dusk;
while microphones were handed to dolls;
listenin' to them, I lay awake....

hello sunlight from the dark
I have seen you rise by the tide
shoulders anew, tears they remained;
illegal bubbles of joy rise in a dance
registering what i'm left with
some shafts of light;
sometimes some grace;
and few corners of space
tunes abrupt; sounds electric
still whistling in their sleep
while I count every jumpin' sheep,
at this ungodly hour, I lay......

 

lemon drops

held in palms stars; sweet n sour lemon drops,
juggling, flying, swimming and burning,
lie locked within that old crystalline cage
sweet n sour lemon drops; wear your wings
and fly to the stale skunked chamber
where spices lack flavor,
and tin models play silent trumpets,
to frozen dancing hypocrites...
time has ticked in subconscious vain
and words have flowed unheard, pictures unseen,
these eyes have gotten little inspired, a little tired,
to have witnessed the world that has misfired,
come flying oh sweet and sour lemon drops,
you'll know; you'll know....

knock knock..

Who'll know where the doors are?

Would you guide me till the end?

Would you lead me to a dead end?

cos I thought I saw what was a mirage

was nothing but an ugly entourage

where hawks and vultures scavenged

the dead; to witness; burial at the sea

to witness; ashes in the snow….

Will my music break the doors?

Will the lizard ever smile?

or will it burn away juvenile?

for I feel like the analogue guy

One hour behind the clock's alibi

Some sang love's the way to roll

so I loved; but lost all control

seemed like an addictive lust

like I choked within animated dust….

The doors!! could you walk your way to me?

think I'm on the other side

for the enchanted key; for the bride

I've painted static words in exchange...

else I'll lay in gloom beside the Stonehenge

I'll lend you my baby so you'll mourn when she's dead

and one day I'll see the sun shine yellow and red

and one day I'll unlock the doors…

the doors of perception!!

Society gates

They in dozens march with torched antennae

Towards a lost horizon they march; they march
Tumbling and fumbling they march; they march
March do they towards northern sunsets;
To break the society gates; they march their way….

And no one knew and no one cared

But in circles they marched since forever they dared
And no one were scared and no one were spared
As they marched to the heaven on golden stairs they laid

Somewhere there's a soldier sleepin' in the fields

Who lost his friends; who lost his foes
Whose dead souls ring his chimes and ring his rhymes
Them who pour an ounce of melancholy in our vows
Also squirt on our skin them broken chords many a times….

And never you retreat; our time will come
For we are the flood; we are the tremor
We'll hurt them stones and bend them bones
For they wont let us be; let us be
We'll blow them storms; suck their charms
For they have launched a sick parade
And lost their heart with a clumsy façade
We wont leave them no bubble to breathe
We'll go on n on marching without a sheath
Until we break them; the society gates….

Thieves of Silence

with flowers for the moonlight
the fright she bid goodbye
stars and leonids sparkled the night
like a wino in the midst with acquired dreams
I audit this blinky blue eyed sunrise
the two little satellites melted away
musical notes insured by a common man
harvested by the embraceable grim reaper
in this bizarre love pentangle
they arrive with their swarm of locusts
the thieves of silence!!



                                                                ...damn eddie...