Winter Blues

Me and my empty side of the pillow

you and the winter blues

Fireflies are hiding now and

mornings are foggy and the dew

on the leaves, and my empty side

of the pillow.

If I could make the hues of the evening

as I desire

and the empty chair in front of me

makes me want to get a little more

higher.

Then I give you a call at night

to let you know how i feel,

then I take a walk outside to realize

what I miss.

There's something about you

I cant explain, I talk about you

but its not the same.

And when the night turns dark

I have no fear,

but of the empty side of the bed.

The death of Summers and the sunset hues

You, and the winter blues.

The Labyrinth

In a busy marketplace with a hundred gullies leading to more brightly lit branches of this never ending world of fruits, vegetables, fake watches, aquariums full of neon, and the peddlers. Everyone spoke a different language and they looked at everyone as they passed by their shops, right in the eye. I tried to imagine this place empty, but i just couldn't.

A kid wanders off a feet from his parent, and grabs an unknown person's hand and walks away looking at the colors of the market in awe. The crowd pours in swallowing a story right in front of me. I did try and look for the kid, but soon I realized, the more I try to find here, the more I get entangled in this eerie bright paradise of the cold people who stare into your eyes and read you minds.

My mind is calm now, i focus on the job in hand, 'GET OUT OF HERE' and walk opposite to the direction I was facing. I tried to recognize faces among those ever staring eyes and the fixed smiles. And as soon as their glance shifts, they exchange a few words in their secret language and go back to luring customers. I know there are stairs which will lead me to the road that goes home.

The only familiar place here was the place in the market with a circular garden. And I have already been here thrice. The kid walks by, happy and enjoying the blue cotton candy. "Stop!" I say, and get pushed away, He says "I am the father", and the child shrieks away. I stand there looking at the ground, ignoring the stares by the mob. I was only trying to help.

Soon it rained, and the gullies were empty, the shops had people lined up like products in an assembly line, no one had a face. and I found a big path connecting all the paths . I followed it and it got me home. Some days I still walk by the market to see a few of them looking at me. But I dare not enter, and never mind what happened to the story of the Lost kid and a stranger.

Golden

The flight of the yellow butterflies towards the sun

Will leave a trail of ash in the sky, and warn those who dare

and look into the eyes of the star, and stare away.

The race for the start has begun,

The flight of the yellow butterflies towards the sun.

In The Dream

I open my eyes

and see the beast beside of me

and I try to go back

but my shadow just wont

stop following me.

I close my eyes

and go back to restless sleep

and I dream of a good night

when I wake up with a smile

and not remember about it a bit.

I open my eyes

and claw the wind with my nails

I see the angels smile,

smiling at my restless flight

and I change with the seasons

and the sun is shining bright.

I close my eyes

wondering if this is real

what if I'm in my dream

And if I pinch myself

would I wake up to a shining moonlight

or demons shivering at the thoughts

of my rage.

I wonder

Which way is home,

sometimes.

I look into your eyes

and lie,

some days.

And some days,

I close my eyes

trying to win

against a restless night

full of restless dreams

trying to ignore my shadow.