Tuesday, 26 November 2013

Sehnsucht

It’s snowing in some place real far
In my eyes I lust for a glimpse of it
And submerge myself in the arms of a wish,
Of being there presently in my heart and mind
How I wish I could, walk right out of the canvas I have in mind
 How I wish I could see, all the colors and images perfectly defined
All right in front of my eyes
I would if I could
I’m at this side divided only by treacherous time

Seems like a delusion, the wondrous being I yearn for
Like walking in dense fog with no trail to trace, but the brightest light in the night sky
Leaving plenty to find all in good time,
Going around in circles,
Only to find a plethora of beginnings those begin at the end, and open at the close
To flutter by, hovering over the canvas white

I foresee the vision of that dream,
With lurking premonitions aside
That maybe if I sleep now, I will be wake up where I wish to be
Dancing in the snow, leaving trails in twos
For all those who believe honestly will find
The best through the test of times



Saturday, 16 November 2013

Falter,Fathom-Phantom!

You laugh now!
A careless midget unaware of might
Why do you smile? What purpose does it solve?
Tell me, however it is
Pray don’t fool me, juvenile!
These aren’t tears of joy
Blinding, this light is blinding
Stark, spot-light!
Like it, do you?
Pray listen, don’t!
It’s vile.
This day that’s closing, is meant to
And it must
Tonight, tonight!
Must burn in this shallow mystical warmth of a heart
That once saw light, only to pall
Like lighting up a barrage,
To vanquish all, that once was
Ah! Joyful, are we?
What for?
Is it the pitiful light or the heartless sight?
Or is this the warmth that shrugs away the coldness of mortal stinging life
Haven’t you deliberated the peace of washing away with a tide or settling into sand?
All well in time, like the Sun
A calculated demise
I see, it has descended again, by virtue of its being
Like joy that fails to stay,
On those lips, and in the mind
Another calculated, precise, fictitious, hollow stride
Why would you still laugh?
I fail to empathize
Is it glory, or is it sublime?
For what might be thought of has victory, is just a lonely Lego
Struggling with a cumbersome and treacherous fate
Of weighing down to build up,
Performing like the Sun but not functioning so
Dwelling within melancholy and strife
Dark, shrouding vision prevails until
As this battle of realization sees White
Light hovers like a charm
Colorful ! Brilliant and lively
Now realize,
It must falter
Then you fathom
Dear Phantom.