Why ?

Why ?

Why does the moon look so strange?
A pensive visage, so much like mine,
Not enough clouds to hide behind,
Nor stars close for company.

Why does the fountain sing wistfully ?
A rhythm much like my heart,
Not enough sparkle in the water,
Nor enough joy in the bubbles.

Why does the night feel so lonely?
A cold feeling I feel within,
No company that understand me,
Nor the warmth of fond memories.

Why ?

...and

...and the waves recede,
Leaving behind the wet sands,
Washing away foot prints,
And memories of love.

Like the waves of time,
That cascade and crash,
On the lonely shore of life,
And only to remove any trace of affection.

And they come again,
The mighty waves,
No not from the Sea nor the Ocean,
But the waves of time,

...and once again I am left alone,
wet to the core and shivering,
erased are my memories of what were,
and all I can recollect are some grains of wet sand...

...empty within...

A feeling of incomplete,
Like an emptiness within,
Expanding like in vacuum,
And engulfing me in an wordless plight;

Some thoughts that I cannot express,
And feelings I cannot suppress,
From the truth I may digress,
And into the oblivion I regress;

Oh, this Lonesome night,
With a lonely moon,
And the soft breeze makes me yearn ,
Time stagnant as a murky puddle.

...the touch of a dream...

The dark tresses that caress your face,
As you peacefully sleep,
Your head on my arm,
And I fondly caress you

I wish I could see you sleep,
And watch you wake up in the morning,
With the look of a new day on your face,
And the bright sunshine in your eyes,
And watch you stretch and turn in your sheets,
As you give me a morning hug.

But it all seemed like a transient dream,
Like the reminiscent smell of your perfume;
A lone hair on the sheets.. like a dark tendril,
And the butterfly wing eye-lashes;

...take me to your heart...

Ever felt like suddenly falling as you turn in your sleep ?
The feeling is real... like into a bottomless pit.
And I feel that even when I'm fully awake...
Aware of our plights, and yet...

I miss seeing you gaze out of the window,
and the half smile on your face;
What you said when I walked you home,
And when you scampered to keep pace with my walk;

Like fond pearls I polish my memories,
And remember the taste of the moon-cake;
The few hours you spend with me,
Have become the refuge of my loneliest nights;

How my heart desires another moment with you,
And my eyes beseech a your glimpse;
My fingertips miss touching yours,
As I take you to my heart;

But can you , will you ?
Take me to your heart ?

... one night...

Our hands brushed as we walked,
side-by-side together yet alone in our thoughts;
The summer breeze was cool at night,
And the moon hid behind her smokey veil;

We walked aimlessly,yet with a purpose,
A purpose we knew not, nor we wish to realize;
For our paths had crossed and we were travellers on the same path,
But not for long as our destinations seemed poles apart;

Yet we walked, under the half moon,
In the breeze still cool from the evening shower;
Stealing glimpses at each other,
And then getting lost in our thoughts;

A playful sprinkle of drops from branches still wet from the rain,
And an excuse to hold her in my arms;
We spoke and sat silently,
While the crickets played their orchestra;

Barefoot she tread the grass,
The leaves glistening as if with dew drops;
Her frolicking gait charmed me,
As i watched her unbashed;

The night was still, but time was not,
We had to depart but we wished not;
Like kites in the open sky,
Soaring together but with strings attached;

Thats when You know its for real...

When the cold shower fails to makes you shiver,
And the face in the mirror stares back blankly;
When Einstein's theory or relativity makes sense without getting stoned,
And the clock shows hours that never were;
That's when you know its for real...

When you fail to notice the dew drops,
And the friendly squirrel scampers by unnoticed;
When the chirping birds seem to be singing a sad song,
And the breeze seems to have stopped;
That's when you know its for real...

When the full moon fails to inspire you,
And the twinkling stars seem to mock;
When even the white clouds seems menacing,
And the blue sky reflects your mood;
That's when you know its for real...

When you heart skips a beat,
And you lose that spring in your step;
When you get lost on a beaten path,
And don't care about where you had to arrive;
That's when you know its for real...

When you wanna cry,
And no tears come out;
When you want to hurt yourself,
And only to overcome the pain inside;
That's when you know its for real...

When you feign a laugh,
And even make your eyes lie;
When you want to reach out,
And wish the nothingness around you had warmth;
That's when you know its for real...

When your desire for someones happiness is greater than your own,
And don't care about sleepless nights or timeless days;
When the heart aches and burns and pains silently,
And you realize feelings you thought you'd never have again;
That's when you know its for real...

That's when you know that your love is for real...