..of the Ships & the ocean...

Where will you be tomorrow?

Where will I be the day after?

When will I learn and whom will I run to in the end?



The ship’s taken leave

I have set sail to another tomorrow

Meet the sun mid-sea. Catch him running

He’s got to be at another place. Another time.



Where will you be tomorrow?

Where will I be the day after?



Ships and the ocean share a secret

Of the time and space...

Let’s set sail tomorrow

And touch land yesterday…




Fragments have I formed of my imagination?

Fragments of voices in my head...

I will never learn

Let the journey begin….

Waiting breathlessly to a magic unknown

Back in time & trying to recall a more pleasant journey

Waves and the sun make a blistering combination

Tackling an unassuming soul left stranded



Oh! How wonderful was it

The wonder and amazement of the journey never cease to exist

Well am all set to tread the path again

Alone the lonely trail with no words exchanged. Glances aplenty

ANGER

Distorted prophesies warned me of this day

Managed to kill a thousand dreams

A living nightmare that has turned me into...

Friendly faces turn ugly


Possessed by a want to run riot

Smell of destruction in the sweat

Speed is the only challenge

Fast faster...taunt a fuckin concrete wall

feel...

like a malnourished brain filled with your evil ways

like being glued on for centuries with the unknown

in between the twilight of a livid dream & my eroding consciousness

in between wandering whispers & their nightmares

Flavoured cosmos and my fascination

She never came by with morphine in her hand

For I was left alone in a beautiful pain

Mysterious scribbling and a rambling head facing this day

Guitars left to hum a soft cry

But the flavoured cosmos drove her away…far away

And she never came back with morphine in her hand

For the flavoured cosmos took her away…way far away

breathing is a game

Sun waiting for the clock to write his day.

Eyes eager. Memorising the make believe.

Solace invented behind every memory cloud.

Fascinating is this breathing game.

Waiting for the sun to write his day.

Imagination can open doors,
...thought never existed

internal discussion

Like the cold waves striking the shores
Old memories come to the fore.

Friends and a smoke is all we longed for...

Between nights and their nightmares
A stray of light we longed for...

'Go Ahead. Live a thousand dreams.
Light up the internal discussion... '