Twilight Meanderings

Keeping up the trend of not very thought-provoking works; Here comes another simple monologue striving to be a dialogue, much like many things in my life...

Hey God, Can I tell you all my worries and all my chinks?
Will you lend me o' ear, so I can tell you my tale or should I save it for the shrinks...
Hey God, Do you really pull all the strings?
Or are we just victims of our very own designs...

An Obsession that caught everyone’s fancy;
Far too much traffic in the heart, way too much pollution in the streams...
Pull on the covers, dull the senses, set your mind free;
My body is my canvas; let me paint it with the colors of my life...

Hey God! Do you feel Love and Despair?
Lost love and young adventure...
Hey God! Were you ever one of us?
Just a bum in search of his morning bus...

They slept through the fire I started,
But it is I who burned and burn alone I shall...
He smiled in a distant apparition and there she stood,
Afraid to reach out for we might find what we never lost...

Hey God! Was it ever hard for you to let go and cry unabashed?
Not a tear for your fear, nor a lump for your wants...
Hey God! Has Peace ever eluded you?
Under the bridge, over the boulder yet not a single glimpse...

The Unicorn of my life prances yonder,
I don't have a bait nor do I have a saddle...
A wound we all cradle deep within,
A balm we all repel, for pain is what we hold dear....

Hey God! Why’d you have to shut your eyes?
The world got just that bit colder...
Hey God! Please don't wait up;
I don't think anyone's comin' home tonight...

The Music has stopped and spring has taken a miss,
Questions arise, Answers leave for vacations...
winter’s here but Santa isn't,
summer has arrived with a frozen sun and an icy heart...

Hey God! Have you ever been found?
Shied away from the promos but in line for the red carpet...
Hey God! How do you deal with being taken for granted?
Do you just smile or do you take a hike for sense to prevail...

A hope though is what plucks the strings,
Twisting and swaying like a nimble daisy on a dancing day...
Blinking away the cobwebs and loosen the dead weights,
For what lies around the corner makes us walk the slush....

Hey God! Do you love Dylan and the Stones?
Not long after, the heavens opened; I think that was a yes....

A cloud of black smoke

This was written on somebody's request. I tried as best as i could to identify with a situation like this...and somewhere i realised that all of us should try and understand the purpose of mass destruction, and make an attempt to understand it..god knows why..! but it exists, so..


A cloud of black smoke,
Not a word, he spoke.
He felt the heat, but it was going to be over.
Looked at his little girl, shed a tear, and held her fingers.
She knew not, what transpired between her eyes and his smile.
He promised to look after her once he reached the beyond.

The mother wept an unheard cry,
Her silence could cut through the sky.
She held her man to her chest, hoping he could hear her heart beat.
He had left her to travel in peace, a word which had eluded their lives.
The little girl held her one legged doll, closer still,
And looked around the flames, and thought that hell was here after all.

The sight that I saw was not how it looked yesterday.
The swings in the park were now just debris, burning away.
Fathers wept and mothers cried as the children looked in daze,
Some lying near the dead, wondering why they’re asleep.
Birds of wing had lost their feathers, as they flew past the black sky.
Puddles of rain water overflowed with blood so red, and thicker than the plight.

The hop scotch lines were erased with gun powder,
As little sally figured, when she tried reviving them.
What had been my land is now sold to the devil.
I am the devil, and my horns have pierced the world into two, the bad and the ugly.
Hope is a mere word, as I mock it another day.
But some of us keep it alive, within our soul, as I smile,
When the child found her doll’s second leg.

When you..

Every once a while comes a time, where words mean nothing but the thought makes sense..i have no idea as to how this is relevant here..but its here now..! When you.. is a figment of somebody's imagination! He chose to share his thoughts with me in return for complete anonymity!



When I see you, my heart beats into a smile.
When I touch you, my senses live for a while.
When you laugh, a million stars paint the sky.
When you smile, the sky’s a new blue.

When I smell you, the gardens in the world bloom.
When you cry, the morning is without the dew.
When you sing, angels dance.
When you talk, spring has a chance.

When you walk with me, time is still.
When you talk to me, the words heal.
When I look into your eyes, you shy away.
When you shy away, a child is born.

When you hold my hand, the night is a shooting star.
When you rest your chin on my shoulder, your eyes whisper.
When you go away, it only rains.
When you come another day, the clouds make way for sunshine.

When you pray, every bird is free to fly.
When you don’t talk, your heart speaks.
When you’re angry, no plant has a flower.
When you’re happy, I am complete.

Along roads of cause

there's always a time in life when you think the journey's been cut short because of that "one" thing that goes wrong..but what we dont realize is that it can be made right by only one smile..and that is ours. people often forget to smile, not knowing that its the only thing that will get us where we wish to go.

...and some more people need to know : when you have two voices telling you what to do, listen to the voice that favours today and not the wicked tomorrow. Tomorrow can be built.Today is already ready..think about it!!!!!!!

Along roads of cause,
By the streets of happiness,
Stood a man, waiting to take a walk.
The early bird, he was not.
Through the laughs and the tears,
He made much of what he had.

Picked a pebble, threw it up,
Saw its fall; he knew his life was that.
All to lose and some more to gain.
The flight was a desire, but none to fling him up.
But he needs to take the walk, and the all important run.
His legs are jittery, but his head is firm through the air.

Met the loner, the lonely and the fool hardy.
Not one was like him, he thought.
Yet they reflected his shadow in their eyes.
He knew its all in the game,
Play it and then there’s a winner with a name.
It wasn’t what he wanted to be,
A player was all he was; and the game was the love.

At every step he fell, some his own and some undone.
The hand he saw, from the sky, made him smile and walk a while.
Magicians don’t live he thought, they just believe they can.
His answers had no questions, yet he smiled at the sunset everyday.
Dancing under the stars for joyous unions were aplenty,
Time had been kind to him, he knew, as he waited to take the leap into life.

Some women came, but she stayed.
He found what he wasn’t searching, yet it was all he longed.
Now he turns back, to sight the winding roads of yesterday,
The thorny paths, the bed of lilies, and the empty sky.
They were his soul, his only fish bowl.
The sunset had arrived again, only now he knew all the colors.
The violet sky, with the blue, around the ball, had all the applause.
Holding her hand he walked to the horizon,
As only one pair of footprints followed him to the end.