Light of the Moon...

In the light of the moon,

A smoke in my hand,

Dark figures sway in tune,

Play in bliss in their land,

The flow of thoughts bombards my nerves,

Which are ready to blow town,

Takes away more than it serves,

Nothing could sew the threads of my sacrificial gown,

A lungful of sorrow precedes the poison,

Hard to discover when the power’s too close,

Once more to treason, all for no reason,

Is what I drift in, was what they chose,

Murky lives and sinful strifes,

Daunts and preys upon our lives,

Too keen on watching the scene of fate,

Seems to play with good and evil in a higher state,

Since the rise, I’ve been torn apart,

In the valley of shadows, they’ll roam,

The target’s all still, who throws the dart,

Because the hero suffers from Mitty syndrome,

Here and there, pieces of a grand puzzle,

That makes up my universe,

In the softness of a slight drizzle,

That rhymes in time’s every verse,

And the light in my hand,

The smoke hiding the moon,

Sway to the music from a foreign land,

As I lose myself at the shores of its tune...

Clarity.

Somewhere, someday when we find clarity... the world would be different.

 

The early morning wake up call,

Led into the sun,

Burnt and bruised I fall,

To take it down to the place where I began,

And this fear crawls underneath the skin,

Defending all the wrong reasons,

Sedating thoughts of sin,

In colours wild and in changing seasons,

You can go on to have your life,

Sealed and pasted on a golden name-plate,

While let the breeze in strife,

To erode me away, to kiss my fate,

I’ll be here lurking around,

To have found the perfect taste,

Thinking of all the tears you’ve saved,

Searching for the treasure chest,

To feel sense in some time,

Clarity is the worst fear,

Only to fall back again... to relapse inside,

To find no one left to share,

May be I am the evil,

To pretend your way is right,

While I should have...

But you’d never agree.

See me at the crossroads,

I’m laughing my way through,

Still laughing,

Laughing away....

Nothing more...

So this is what I’ve come to be,

Silver thorns and rugged dreams,

You’ve taken more than I can give,

Reason torn to make believe,

The cup of bland bloody tea at a generous morning,

The occasional smoke

Leaves a bad taste in

The distance that separates my dreams,

Little things that never mattered,

Creep up into life,

Where living in the shadows

Was never an option

The choice we have

Is a lie

That needs to grow

Until they read at your last rites,

Searching for that perfect camouflage,

Staring big in your face,

Company and the noise

Only made matters worse,

Sacrificed so much to see,

The difference in between

A soaring kite and a flying bird,

So I wished for a lot of things,

Someone else’s wish came true,

And I was happy,

For there was nothing more to do...