Blinding Lights

Sweet melons squashed under summer sun,
dances to tunes forgotten over laughs of liquor,
few dirty dances too; in mind; undone,
sweet emotions migrated towards distant poles,
laughs, messy kisses, angels and demons too
spilling over stepped greens,
fun is this, life is now, today I've lived!!
tonight wonder why in gloom I stare
at a starless blue sky
who refuses to sleep somehow,
remember how the ecstatic pill faded to silent silence?
I ask, if tomorrow will remain this tranquil;
or will these creeping pictures of lonesome duets
form a collage; a horrendous one,
random it is very;
but randomness owns me this now,
like how I've left many a starlight abrupt,
I'll leave this note too....undone!!

Memorabilia: My problem child

The neighborhood murmurs,
In revival of pages turned over,
Watching time tick by,
Singing my despicable song,
With well versed notes,
I type this personal parable,
Here around unseasoned souls,
Swayed by words that remind,
Me of dried kisses and promises,
"Well" she said,
I knew what she said,
Which she never did,
"You're too good for me", she cried;
Like golden chimes in my temple rang,
With deafening echoes; tinkling they sang,
And a lifetime later,
"Well" sighed I, "my problem child" smiled I;
I died inside that night, yes did I
Many came and then left;
Dancing in stance; scouring romance,
Amidst fire burnin through the night,
I hate to admit I too now have joined the dance!!
Well the sun still shines quite bright alright,
Its me within no more, although, in delight;
Hailing showers of sandstones,
In them I'm drenched,
But when I'd bleed all away,
I'll drench no more,
And if I've drenched all away,
I'll love no more!!

                                                  ---you've touched me again Ed---
                                         ---he's never been good at happy endings too---

Lonesome Lullaby!!

Its time for a supersonic scribble,
chemicals from the blue bolt act,
overloaded ideas on aviation,
unattended head trip seeking a yellow muse,
was that a bird of ill omen?
dry leaves in a roll here for the rescue,
a friendly couplet keeping my calm,
brushing away thoughts of solace,
here I lay burnin' the midnight oil,

there you walk; and in my mind too,
what do I do to get over you?
the Italian dame; she visits on a sensual sunday,
ought I treat her the swinger way?
well I'll be off for another holiday..
..someday, but for now anyway
I gotta debt that I'd wanna repay!!

this is tonight for me,
another stop at a random debris,
well think i'm done and now just be,
i'll sing myself a lonesome lullaby!!