In the club!

Flashing lights and booming sound,
I caught her hand, then twirled her around,
Grabbed her waist, held her close,
Then quickly swept her off the floor.

The music around picked up it's pace,
I think she tripped upon my shoe lace,
I held her fast in a graceful move,
as the club around us began to groove.

My eyes slipped to her brilliant smile,
her blood red lips, her dancing style,
Driven on by the music around her I hopped,
Caught quite unawares as the music stopped.

Amidst hushed tones I heard commotion,
Most of us were caught midway through awkward motions,
from screaming out aloud, myself I stopped,
just to find myself face to face with a cop.

He smiles at me without humor in his eyes,
"Good lord!" is he going to tell me my rights?
What is happening? For what is this bust?
What could I be guilty for save a pelvic thrust?

They rounded us up like a flock of sheep,
then put us the vans and the police jeeps,
I assure you it's a pretty freaky sensation,
when you are being hauled off to a police station.

They took down my addresses and my contact information,
I think I already discussed the peculiar sensations,
Charges of obscenity were upon me I was told,
However now did that unfold?

It took some time, we were sent off home,
like fallen emperors sent back to Rome,
what we were and what were we now,
Man times change so quick and how!

I'm sure this exercise took a few hours at the least,
multiple policemen 'The moral police',
Objecting to the way we dance and the way we behave,
and about the late hours we keep they did debate.

Amidst all this I thought of them who in this system put their trust,
All those people praying and hoping for some result,
Some raped, some murdered others who lost their money,
And their guardians were busy doing this. Don't blame me for finding this funny.

Of Angels and Shooting stars

A road illuminated in the silver light,
the rains had left the world quite wet,
Walking along in the death of the night,
An angel it was that I met.

There she lay in the shadows dark,
troubled by the misery in her soul,
her halo mellow her body stark,
struggling to make herself feel whole.

Pearls of tears streamed from her face,
they made the world look bleak,
And when her eyes met my gaze,
I asked her why did she weep.

Said said she had got caught into the night,
And she was looking around for day,
but however hard she looked there was no light,
What more now could she say.

She once walked amongst us all,
an angel amidst the crowd,
and when she rose up to touch the sky,
She found herself in a dark cloud.

For a second suspended in the air,
then down to earth she fell,
Wondering if what she had done was right or fair,
Thinking wether or not to tell.

She said it was human that she had become,
due to a mistake that she had made,
No where to hide and no where to run,
and the memories just would not fade.

Though her tears were her's alone,
Not for herself were they shed,
for her prayers were aimed for someone else's home,
though difficult times lay ahead.

With a dry smile away she soared,
I saw her from afar,
Maybe she was an angel no more,
but I was gazing upon a shooting star.

Images - By the Hearth

The morning will come, I have been told,
But I don't see it there,
I am sitting here, crouched in the darkness,
wondering what is right and what fair.
The rains have graced the thirsty earth,
I know that smell too well,
But no fire graces this blackened hearth;
Maybe it needs new stories to tell.

You make a road map of my past,
No whites, no blacks, just filled with grey;
The anomalies that the darkness reveals,
Are so well hidden from the sun's rays.

I think back on what it is that I've done,
And the thoughts just go astray.
The mysteries of life and death yet to come,
They take my peace away.

I am a mirror, reflecting all I can,
A lamp to give all light,
And yet I happen to be that very man,
That gave up during his fight.

Love is a woman

Look into her eyes,
She is calling out to you.
She smiles upon a million beings,
but graces but a few.
Her scent is sweet,
her hands warm to touch,
her embrace is surreal,
her eyes say so much.


I say love is a woman,
and a beautiful one at that,
everyone seems to want her,
and she definitely knows that.
They throng to meet her,
catch a glimpse of her her face,
they dream of her at night,
the thought of her presence makes a million hearts race,
She knows that you want her,
she shows you she doesn't care,
but maybe she is thinking about you,
wishing that you were there,
She will blow you off with all her might,
it's said that you can never get love without a fight,
She will come into your life and make it a royal mess,
but till you haven't tasted her, you haven't tasted success,
for she will make you feel like a winner,
make you feel whole,
make you feel that prior to that,
you were just there, existing without a soul,
She will vex you with her little things,
make the alarm bells in your head ring,
she will make things wrong but still make them feel right,
to you she will give it her all but at the same time fight,
to hold onto her will be a war,
one well worth the prize,
for her you will fall,
and due to her rise,
though she is a beautiful rose,
her thorns will prick,
even then you shall hold her close,
happily take the risk,
She is the one that everyone wants ,
but she is there with you,
hold on to her with all your might,
least she elude you,
If you take her for granted you will find that she's gone,
as they say "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned",
you will think of her day and night when she is away,
wondering what went wrong, why you didn't ask her to stay.
I don't know if she will forgive you and to you ever return,
but I know you will look for her, on every corner every turn.
It's when you feel empty inside, you will know then,
Love is in fact a woman.

And if she does all this to you,
then you know that it's her
if anything is missing,
then in her guise is an impostor,
while for many she is an object of desire,
there are many others who desire her place.
Once she comes int your life, she will change your fate,
and her you will love and her you will hate,
she will confuse you,
still leave you helpless within,
and all of it will make sense when,
you realise that love is a woman.

Images - Musing by the seaside.

Standing alone by the sea,
catching a glimpse of what might have been,
feeling the wind call out to me,
Gently.

A trip down memory lane,
grabbing out to those thoughts, but in vain,
Innocence is what I feign,
Unsuccessfully.

All those days, where did they go?
While we ran fast, the time went slow,
receding into the evening glow,
Steadily.

Those flickery flames catch my eye,
ask me what's my alibi,
where was I when they lit up the sky,
Blindingly.

Grains of sand blow by my side,
as time seems to ebb not unlike the tide,
all those dreams still trapped inside,
Silently


Just when I think I can no longer cope,
the Orange sun reaches out to give me hope,
and with this hope my fears elope,
Stealthily.

Relics

Come here, come closer, Why are you scared?
I was once one of you, though i'm no longer there,
for though once in the sunshine, my walks I took,
towards the darkness is where I now look.

Flames have licked at what was left of my body,
Words have pierced the remains of my soul,
I can see the horror, it's reflected in your eyes,
won't you ever believe that once I was whole?

Throughout my existence I have been branded,
the weight of expectations has made me numb,
the halls of hope have slippery floors,
and to darkness have I finally succumbed.

I rise in glory as the phoenixes do,
revived from the ashes of my faults,
within seconds again, I burst back into flames,
and into the depths I fall.

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words, they poison my blood,
and every second odd that my heart bleeds,
into my conscience they flood.

The day will come as my times runs out,
and I know that day the axe shall fall,
thought the castle of my dreams will age and crumble,
But my soul shall haunt it's hallowed walls.

Muse

You've seen me do it again and again,
I do it now and I did it then,
It's pain that I feel, this feeling I caress,
Till it feels so sublime that it causes no more distress.

The flames that lick my body make me feel clean,
They burn away some parts of me that are darker than they seem,
Every inch of my skin burns in those flames,
Even as the agony is washed away, I feel no pain.

Inside the inferno that I call my mind,
I still know not where my thoughts are aligned,
Those abstract emotions jealousy and despair,
Are they to leave me in a constant state of disrepair?

To integrity and hope I hold fast,
I wonder how much longer they will last,
Do I risk them? Do I risk getting lost?
Or do I stick by them obstinately, No matter the cost?