Then and Now

Between then and now, 

lots has changed.

You and I, sigh, 

we have moved away.

Between dreams of yesterday

and realities of today

lie those memories, 

distorted here and there.

Beautiful they were, 

yes indeed very. 

Much as painful, 

ohh, they are today.

How do I forget them?

How should I?

Is there a way,

I can go back and say

"You are too good to be true,

so let that be.

Let's part our ways, *wink*

So Long and Godspeed."

Last Love

Is this the last time you’d tread this road

to say goodbyes you’d never thought you would.

As fast as moments, that flit by you tread

with spectral images that capture happiness

you look by, but one last time, is this the last time?

Is this the last time you’d look at the sun

far in the sky, the crimson one

which you have not but reached, when you turned away

only to look back and come again.

Once again, is this the last time you turned back again?

Is this the last time you'd say you love

but to yourself and not your love

who waits for you somewhere you know

in the corner of your heart, the lonely one

the lonely love divine, is this the last time?

Is this the last time you’d say goodbye

to never return again, and move with much pry

with hands that wave to a soul that departs.

Is this your soul, the hands that wave

that treads the road with a lonely heart.

Is this your heart, your lonely heart

that wants to love yet one more time

to live those moments yet one more time

Is this your heart that fell in love 

but one more time, is this the last time?

City of virtue of vice

Quietly deprived of a silence within
the bandit emperor was caught by its kin
a talker it was of winds and miles
It galloped away across the isles

thrown in dungeon with no light to fright
the Bandit Emperor thought of its blight
It cried aloud to the might of all,
with a gust of silence as madness befalls

"When is the winter, that come and rain?
a success so reclaimed, it shan't live in vain
My love as she waits, in a fortress of the frail
i have to travel far and away"

A fortress in sight and a mile too far
with open arms and a heart too scarred
she waits for it, her lover in disguise
in the city they say of virtue of vice

an oubliette of hope in the dungeon of qualms
a descendant of rage, of calm he was
the Bandit Empror bruised from the dark
shone with a genteel on his stallion and stark

He galloped away across the isles
his kins browbeaten from the aura of might
the bandit Emperor strode the ice
towards the city they say of virtue of vice

"Welcome my lover, you come alone?
a battalion an army i thought your borne!
from the kingdom of ice you journeyed this far
alleged, alleged, alleged in amour"

"bandit you are, i don't want no more
i should have told, i know, a traitor i were
meet my kingdom and my prize
welcome my lover, to the city, they say of virtue...of vice"
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Alcheringa

A Dream,

is where it starts.
A rush of blood to the head
and I dive in my colourful fantasy.
With the Red Fire in me,
I am what I want to be.
Like the Green in the wild,
I spread my roots,
or from behind the Blue skies,
watch all moves.
Amidst this fantasy,
all they say.....
"Its just a dream".
I wake up... and with
a rush of blood to the head,
I dive ...

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The god that failed

A wretched ruler, he stands by the wall
playing the one with his ping pong ball
an ether of uncertainty, it prevails
he was the god, that failed

Indicted awaiting the habeas of corpus
he walks by the gloom, a passage through vein
pictures of forgotten, memories of anonymous
Jack and Iris are ones that ordain

An Iris within she speaks to him
"different were you and yet the same
you walked by glory and spelled an honour
where is the one that made you in valour?"

He reaches for Iris and Jack bellows
"You are the lost one and now no more
of times and their purples you followed and erred
what is it you oft now mutter?"

Of the minions he cried aloud
"detested souls you need not laud
i am the one you chose to bow
sad it be true, as i so lay here indevout"

To Jack and Iris he denounced
"ordinary you made me you made me god
you gave me freedom to do not what
you failed me once and failed once more
alas you failed in failing thou"

"I pass my distress as unto thy
i let them be as without my
i decry my freedom as now no more
i shall walk and walk like god never before"

An Iris she flows she does with caress
the Jack downtrodden, oppressed and backlashed
smooth is she, he lies travailed
together they whisper with history betrayed
"you are the one and the god that failed"

Everytime

Sometimes there's a person within me who's away from me

Sometimes i watch silly things and feel happy about it

Sometimes i like the girl i like and sometimes i don't
I haven't told her yet and i don't know when but maybe sometime i shall know

Sometimes i feel like living those moments again
Just the moments not the day and sometimes both

Sometimes i feel life is good after all and i never know untill its gone
Sometimes i feel life is a song and each and every word adds melody if not meaning
and sometimes i wish it were several songs

Sometimes i fall in love over and over again
and sometimes my mum asks me not to fall but i can't ask her how
Sometimes i tell the story of my love's lives that never took place
and sometimes i am the only one who listens

Sometimes i wish i knew the answers not the questions and sometimes neither matters
Sometimes i wish i stop wondering
and sometimes i pause and stop wondering, just when she asks me "what are you wondering"?

Sometimes i look at her closely when she's not aware, and i like doing it

Though not sometimes.....everytime, everytime

--
For a someone who shall read it sometime

Leave Home

Leave home
Leave it
Leave things while you can
Leave it for you won’t let you

Leave your seatbelt, your car
Leave your cigar, your smoke
Leave your desk, your chair
Leave your workspace
Leave your work, leave the space
Leave him, leave her, leave them

Turn back, pull back, don’t look back
Move, lift, hold, smile, speak the last words
Leave home
For leaving.....is living