Behind the lonely yellow,
the penumbra darkens
Shadows overlap like
A mosaic of memories.

Jumbled thoughts
dance to
the solemn Nocturne
in A minor.

The single candle
stands upright.
The fixed gaze
sees the prismed hues.

Black dazzling horizons
where hot ice burns
in the heart
of the sun.
The waters churn,
The tide rises,
in a desperate attempt
to touch the sky.
Embers of fire
crackle wildly.
Succumb to
its chilling warmth
Yield,give way
in passionate Surrender.

Awake,
with nebulous thoughts.
Inexpressible sorrow
shared...
with a crimson moon.

A tender mind...
bruised.

Innocence...
charred.

A childhood...
lost.

The last ray
of the sun
kisses the sky.

You and I.

The rest of the world
collapses
into nothing.

The evening bathes
In the dull grey light
Silent,sultry
as the scale turns minor.

Watch
the water droplets
Stagnate
on oily grease.

Voices..
that never meld.
Wounds..
that dont bleed.
Trying to smoothen
the rough,jagged edges
but in vain.

staccato notes sound
fortissimo,with drums on fire
red and white flames
rise and fall
the acid burns,
as emotions
play carelessly.
for this time,
the salve refuses to soothe.

the yellow halo
shimmers,
with a blinding light
in a pool of blue

dazzling,
burning,
every eye
that dares to look

the fiery ring,
impenetrable,
is but
a protective shield

defiant,
triumphant,
it guards
what lies within.

childhood fantasies,
glorious dreams,
sharing jokes,
laughing hard

exam stress,
staging plays,
sports practice,
we've been through it all

comfort when needed,
in times of defeat
"after all...
there's always a next time"

yet,at other times,
gorging on ice-cream
smiling triumphantly
celebrating victory

we part ways today,
but who knows
maybe tomorrow
we shall meet again.

and there will be
a world of memories
waiting to be
revisited.

the flashing neon lights,
the kaleidoscopic dance floor,
the pulsating rhythm
of high-speed techno....

I let myself go.

clasped hands
fervent prayers
terrified,yet
daring to hope

the pain,the agony
of waiting.

lava
solidifies to rock
incandescence
fades away
passions,,
slowly die
desires...
brutally killed
vermillion
turns grey.

plodding through the days
listless and languid
usual routines seem
insipid and dry
for there ain't much to do
when Inspiration dies.

the blind trust,the wall of faith
now shatter to pieces
those promises,those whispered dreams
mean nothing any longer

for it was not friendship
it was just a farce,an excuse
for yet another someone
to use you.

one small mistake
can lead to
a lifetime of misery
and time unlimited
might be enough
to reassemble the fragments

you live your life
and I live mine
If only
Our paths should cross...