Paper dreams

i knead my Sunday dreams on blank sheets and kites that you paint with blossoms of purple, red and white. these walls i build high as to hide the sun, you touch time and turn them to bridges in a while. through that door which i never opened, you send me a lullaby will you sing it again when am lost in the sea of mirrors without a name? will you? In a bubble I blend, to the rhythm of the sun, in shadows I die, to be that rain which could pass the borders and bleed with the earth to regain those leaves where you wrote my name. like those secrets your lip holds, the grains of sands lie dead, shall i hold them as they slip? to make them the roots of a tree that will always remain. the pages have changed to paper boats and planes, just like those dreams you hide in that valley with no wind, shall i call them back, counting every changing shade of seasons to hold your hand at the break of dawn? shall i?

Departure

Walking among woods never did a shepherd found his lost sheep Everything breaks, even a stone, but the mountains couldn't cry, whispered the sky to lend them some rain as they counted clouds touching and leaving away. The hands that cupped to hold a river moved away, and never were the two grains seen, one that slipped away and the other that tried to built a shelter in between the walls of two fingers, two grains of sand attached to one branch no one saw when they met became one and left.

The lonely city candy affair

A pause in this loneliest city, A dialog I add of footprints emerging In chapter of turndown eternity. Since I turn only to you undone, In retiring light of the morning moon, In stoic light of the evening sun. It shadows my fairish glitter. It blinds one if the sweetened white, I’d shirk divorcing the mirror. Shirk not envying the postman. He pleases to please, ceases to cease. For how your talk goes my pen. The comfort I jilt of my shelter, A bedpost and a seascape on the wall, The universe for knocking later, To become a mistletoe pendant. On your oak where metaphors bloom. My darling oxymoron, old friend. On the bed cared-for when we lie, Secretly open-eyed and close-hearted In the compass of a needle eye, Tickle not my fancy to flee often To the slightest ice on the coldest lake! Dilemma of half-lost, half-gotten. Infant and redundant up the sky, Down they blur to divide and conquer. Sad! I can’t more than clouds cry. Blurry streets I can’t but dread, Where with each blink of my eye fades The imprint of your silhouette. -Fareed

In The Morning Mist

all alone i wander speaking of gods and angels the burdens we place through our desires only to forget what we desire the most in the morning light she stands alone drenched and shivering placed a hand on her shoulders quivering i beg to be free the water showed her face of tears and fears in one nothing seemed like fate when her loved ones have to die we the forsaken, take the light. empty shadows, pale whispers in the dark. held together , dreams that kill the nights. intertwined forever, by our heart's desire. silent i awaken, to rid myself free. atoned from my sins, i search the skies. gazing at the clouds, i wonder why live. gazing at the water, i wonder what to live for. to be freed of this disease to be held when none cared to be sought when there's nothing left to be loved when there's noone left in the morning light she spoke to me told me of her burden freed me of my sins held my hand and whispered go now love you are me we the forsaken, take the light. empty shadows, pale whispers in the dark. held together , dreams that kill the nights. intertwined forever, by our heart's desire.

Play...

The words play like a piano's tune, a beating soul, playing its master piece,

in timeless whispers of joy and sin, in seconds alive, and moments deceased.

And they pass through the boards the channels and streams, a shadow uncared for, unmourned,

and we'l stare and walk away unshaken, why? who knew what pulled the piano's chord?

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I clicked that picture and a song was playing in my head through the shoot, i dont know what song...but it just seemed to come out. and for once a photo inspired me.

~ Shraddha

uninspired to word my feel heavy eyes set on empty lines lost in something unknown still everytime i try i cant come undone had a heart that sang out loud had a fear that cried out songs had a tear that reasoned her stay now lost inside and left behind with her my words too left again i fall in this empty space the blank sheet speaks my heart perfect words to show my emptiness never again will i write in love for she might steal my words again never again will i fall in love for she might steal my heart again closure i find in these lines i bid farewell to your blank face in this moment i witness the beauty of sunrise and a pen changing a life words come back and i again feel tears come back, i bid final farewell hopes return with the swaying trees i return with the singing winds and again i hope to write in love and again i hope to give my words and again i hope to fall in love and again i hope someone will steal my heart

Hmmm are we dead again??

where is everyone?? i cant seem to find any new posts.. hopefully someone reads the above one atleast..