City of Blinding Lights.. (again, apologies to U2)

A trip awaited,
one that promised little;
and threatened so much.

A city breathed,
with a million breaths;
and a million wandering souls.

Could it accomodate one more?
I hoped so, I prayed so..
I believed so.

My Rocks promised to anchor me,
I doubted them never.
The Voice called out and i had not a doubt.

300, a boy and his tiger,
sunshine, an elephant with a heart and a night flower..
these were my saviours, and i hoped ours too.

It started with night before day,
fire on a stick and a story for the movies.
It was time to fly and there was not much to do..

santa's hat, a hole on my nose.
a guitar and an anchor i set forth.
Looking for salvation, torture, closure, hope.. i knew not.

Day came and not without it's sunshine and rain..
I spotted my rainbow and i saw the dark clouds..
I leaned on my rocks like never before, then.

countless grains of sand passed within the many hour-glass,
comfort was sought from either ends and glances were received.
fragile souls were patched, delicate emotions were bubble-wrapped...

distractions were sought with fervour and just as easily dispatched.
day came again and the clouds had lightened.
I guess the rainbow was too beautiful to be over-shadowed by anything.

Walks in side streets, 'save tonight' on the jukebox..
hands everywhere but in ours, thoughts nowhere but on us.
frozen moments in the loo, laughter with urchins.

now, the rainbow glowed, the sun shone and the world smiled,
everything was bright and glowed like a fairy's sparkle.
who said, 'Nothing is perfect?' I know them not, I feel it now in a barbie shop.

the sun is beginning to set and eyes are averted
cabs are sought, for bodies or for tears.. who knows
lips meet one last time, i hope not..

I needed to believe in something,
I thought I believed in someone,
I ended up believing in us...

30 Days gone by...

I grieve for the rock that has gone.
I grieve for the colors that have washed away.

I grieve for the Sun that has hidden behind the clouds.
I grieve for the rainbow that has now disappeared.

I grieve for the strokes that have merged.
I grieve for the warmth that has faded.

I grieve for the C-Street band that doesn't sound so good no more.
I grieve for the red wine that has gone bad.

I grieve for the 'EEEEEEEEEEE' that has taken a vacation.
I grieve for the voice that is now silenced.

I grieve for the look that is now a haze.
I grieve for the prance that has grown up.
I grieve for the revolution that has moved elsewhere.

But I smile for the memories that are fresh.
I smile for the hope of optimism.
I smile for you.

30 Days to go...

I had come across my rainbow over a rickety table.
The Sun was just peeking out, not with it's suspected brilliance. Yet.
I run my fingers through these cracks within,
and wonder if they are there for all to see.

In. SHOUT. JuMp. twi$t. mooove. Out.

Parting Clouds,
Shining Moon,
Sparkling Shots,
Wistful Gazes.

Glittering stars shine on my crazy diamond.

Comfort in that presence.
Safety in that grip.
Warm breath on nervous skin.
Smoky eyes and half smiles.

How soft can a whisper sound?
How loud can a smile be?
How deep can a look feel?
How hard can a goodbye kiss get?

Some enchanted evening that was..

The face is a smiling sun,
The hands feel like the caressing rain,
I am now on a hill, Oh My!
This is my time and that is MY rainbow.

December Sky

As I sit watching the December sky, I feel nostalgic.
The sky knows me and I know it.
Somewhere both of us are up against the test of time.
We’re old timers here.
Waiting for a shining light to fill us every morning.
But December is cruel with reminiscence.

Last winter I learnt how to kiss the sky,
After seducing it for years.
Now, we only look at each other and smile,
Like much before.
On my wheels, I broke the wind,
My wheels are broken now. The rims, actually.

The horse pranced, so did the rider.
It’s the horse alone this time.
A beautiful dream walked in the cold then.
A beautiful bride walked out into the open now.
A stuttering desperado had found his trac.
Standing tall, a hero goes out to find a dream now.

A flying bird had run into a twin tower.
An Athena came dancing now.
The tower couldn’t house the bird.
Maybe another place, another time.
The dance was a mere distraction.
Confused was it, as it lived the delusion.
And then the seventh day came, the plane landed.

Long Curls in a tall frame, walked out nervously.
Do I play my part or choose the heart?
But a blood brother broke the heart.
The same one, who walked beside, when I stumbled yesterday.
A friend walked away into a spiritual journey,
The world is round. We’ll meet again, he said as he parted away.

Now the stars and I look at each other again.
Neither is speaking, as the other one already knows.
The cold is getting colder now.
A long journey waits.
I’ll look at you from somewhere else, the same me, the same you.
As I sit watching the December sky, I feel nostalgic.