Of midnight apparition and coffee dregs.

Behind your silent, unperturbed eyes
i'm aware of the currents, love
thrashing against the walls of this
make believe void as i watch you looking across the window
with a big broken glass.

Maybe we are nothing but a drunk writer's imagination,
diabolically giving us dreams
of pretty laughs
and dreamy nights
of callous truths
and inaudible cries

and maybe I've waited too long
for dust to settle down,

but i don't want to shut these eyes.
It is a trick..
shh, the moment will pass
and in the unwelcomed strangeness,

       i'll be lost again

with the big broken glass
of that haunting window
and the biting cold that creeps through
and your tar black mug
and unfinished coffee dregs.
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Red skies and dull streets.

Today the skies are red,

today the streets are duller.

Long taut wires

from the pole right there,

today I watch them sag

like a love-struck snare.

It's not a game but a crime is it?

when I curse you in love

in the soft hypnotic voice,

like the star that flickers incessantly

when I hem the moon

inside my bent fingers.

The red skies

and the dull streets

eclipse the 2am love making,
unopened for years together

inside one sneaky corner.

Or the technicolored dream

and the never ending verse.

I reach out,

it escapes

faster than my breath

and the hazy rays of the sun that

fail to touch the ocean's deepest bed.

It is shut, it is gone.

The dream is gone.

Because the skies are red

and my mind is beautifully torn

into crumpled dead leaves

by the footsteps on dull streets.

So I curse and smile

with fidgeting fingers across my skin.

I always knew I was a sinner.

I always knew it was a crime.

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Absence.

What if I go?

Leave the rain

Leave that walk in the night

Leave my favourite song behind

Would you remember my idiosyncrasies.

What if I go?

Would you catechize the crumbles of beguiling bond,

Cry or just sit in my favourite corner

And have a talk with the zephyr.

It is not too dreamy, is it?

Then maybe you could just make a promise

To show me a comely reflection

Beneath the countenance of present

That would be my life.

In your hands, when I am gone.

What if I indeed go?

I need you to buy me few breaths

To accompany me on the voyage

Of pretty life and prettier death.

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Now make an effort and hear this. Something which could just touch the deepest cord of the heart. An extremely beautiful composition!

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