The Perfect Blossom

Wish things could be summed up better

The Perfect Blossom....a rare sight,
You could spend a lifetime looking,
And yet not find it.
-The Last Samurai

Few Random Thoughts

With the heady breeze blowing in,
I sit on the window of a moving engine,
Images keep creeping up,
Of the lost lady and her last dance.
How I watched every step in perfect melody,
With the divine grace that once she tread.

Now all that is left is a bitter memory,
Of something I longed.
I look out without catching a good look,
Everything just speeds away now,
Without leaving a trace of how it was.
The amnesia seems to be selective,
And I fail to remember what I wish.

She's been left behind with what was me,
I've moved ahead to a blind turn.
The westerly brings some sweet news,
And reassures that theres everything to play for,
That the songs maybe different now,
But don't lack in their rhythm,
That when I sing them,
People will once again stand up and listen.

5.30 AM Madness

When your damn fuckin sleepy and juuuust cant find sleep-



The blanket of darkness,
Spreads thorugh its crescendo,
Wrapping all and stretches beyond me,
I shiver in the cold,
Trying to gather what I can.
But, now it's well ahead.
The night eludes me,
The day I know not of,
And so I am afraid.
Not knowing what next,
And where I lay afoot.
The twists and turns,
The curls and coils,
With the never ending singing,
And the strumming in the guitar.
Seemed like music,
But now all just a memory of someone,
A memory beyond my reach.
It's time to turn on the lights,
To see what lay in store for you.
Is it just the promise of another night's sleep,
Or is there more than just a ray in it.
Will there be the sound of the sweet choir song,
I had once heard while she sang to me,
Or is it going to turn into the same cacophony,
The sounds I am so used to now.
When morning approaches, the questions dry,
The answers wait to show their true form,
Wait till there isnt enough time to be modified,
To be re-formed into something meaningful.
The answers prefer their abstract existence,
An existence where we guess,
And he laughs.


PS: Hope to find some sleep now

The night was climbing right in,
Right into its peak,
I saw the smoke rise from the stew,
And smelt the sweet perfume.

The moon dancing into a devoured sleep,
The mist bringing the message of the hiding,
A slience drowns all,
And I finally sight what I thirst.

There was singing that arose that night,
The children started dancing I think,
There was proximity now,
And the throbbing grew stronger.

It was the fireflies maybe,
That lit the road infornt of the window,
But we gathered the entire scene and melody,
And then there was deep and sweet slumber.