Friday, December 4, 2009

Ghost Story!!!

Life has been good, search or lack of something has been exciting. The one thing that I swore to stay as far away as possible, has not followed me but has been with me throughout the time. Realisation of this one thing that it will never be under control is sinking- sinking deeper with time, as I see the reflection of moonlight in the lake on the waves, as I see leaves land on earth with an amazingly captivating drift, as I grow older and younger….. And this too ended, ended with the tune of Ghost story…

"Ghost Story"

I watch the Western sky
The sun is sinking
The geese are flying South
It sets me thinking

I did not miss you much
I did not suffer
What did not kill me
Just made me tougher

I feel the winter come
His icy sinews
Now in the fire light
The case continues

Another night in court
The same old trial
The same old questions asked
The same denial

The shadows closely run
Like jury members
I look for answers in
The fire's embers

Why was I missing then
That whole December
I give my usual line:
I don't remember

Another winter comes
His icy fingers creep
Into these bones of mine
These memories never sleep

And all these differences
A cloak I borrow
We kept our distances
Why should it follow I must have loved you

What is the force that binds the stars
I wore this mask to hide my scars
What is the power that pulls the tide
I never could find a place to hide

What moves the Earth around the sun
What could I do but run and run and run
Afraid to love, afraid to fail
A mast without a sail

The moon's a fingernail and slowly sinking
Another day begins and now I'm thinking
That this indifference was my invention
When everything I did sought your attention

You were my compass star
You were my measure
You were a pirate's map
A buried treasure

If this was all correct
The last thing I'd expect
The prosecution rests
It's time that I confess: I must have loved you

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Reasons

It’s been almost 7 months since I blogged. I can probably pen down numerous reasons as to why writing dint happen or like I love calling it inklink (yes! That’s rite n appropriate) dint happen. But sometimes reasons don’t sound reasonable, reasons cant makeup for the heart wrenching pain, reasons can’t fill the void that a combination of time and pain has created they are just a way to console self or others. (or something that helps one live in self denial of truth )
Something like telling
A loser “winning is not everything”
Your X “I dint mean to hurt you, but you deserve someone better”
A human “friends don’t mean a thing”
Anyone “I don’t really know”
Well reasons don’t actually give hope, most are down rite lies and few are hopeful sentences. But most demand for it though they genuinely know that reason that’s going to pop out will be genuinely lame or the story will be a genuine lie shouting rite on your face and introducing itself as “Hello, I am lie don’t waste your leftover precious time pondering over me, MOVE ON”

Clock of cowardice
Mermaid eyes
Sugar I wear

Throwing a dice
Dewy eyes, a
Reason I swear

Ray to hypnotize
Shall be cast,
Move on if you dare