Putting together...

The March sky lacks character
A vague misty sheet of clouds
The room devoid of an order
Fighting the smoke of an entire cigarette
A drongo takes off
After minutes of solitude,in the cable wire
The bricks paled,with rusts of time
A pair of half-fed hands goes by
Feeling the heat,for a day's bread
A pair of shoes rush off the road
On an otherwise lazy morning
Picking up fresh dirt in his shoes
And leaving behind yester's footprints.....

Of dreams and reality...

There were butterflies
Journeying the length of my stomach
There was a piano playing somewhere
A soft rush of the dead leaves
The morning was bathing sunlight
Smelling of fresh spring
She was standing,some distance away
And I couldn't hide my smile
A rush of blood flowing through
My mind tranced,as if drugged
Was it actually,or probably
Just a dream,a stupid one...

I was falling down
The landscape vanishing fast
Was I going the wrong way?
Or was it,just a thought,that
I was head-over-heels?
The sun kissing her cheeks red
A smile crossing her lips
And I couldn't really stop
My heart fighting to escape me
And there I was,knees on the ground
Was I feeling,or living
Just a dream,a sweet one...

Her fingers fitted perfectly
As I held her hand
The sky was tinge of crimson
How much reflecting myself
The outline of the brinks
Drowned in the dark depths
The sun was setting to leave
And despite wanting badly enough
To hold her back in my arms
She was going back,to
Where she had come from
It was a dream worth living
Just a dream,a worthy one.....

Journey....

Time creeps along some more distance

The length of an entire cigarette

I end up one more of my sleeps

Trying to undo my mistakes,one by one

A few fragments of a long dead dream

Refuse giving up their existence

I stare,bemused,at the mirror

Vaguely imprinting the face,I keep looking for

A child stands,at a distance

Remnants of what couldn't be the same

One more of a nightly fable

Jumps to the flames of harsh daylight

I walk a day,closer to the dust

Wishing I could be,where I belong.....

Differences...

I walk the same road
Growing a day older
The city's dirt and dust
Piles up,unnoticed
Quite similar to the ashes
Slowly consuming the cigarette I hold
I visit the same dream
One more day
The city's songs and lullabies
Rhymes along the traffic
Matching the congruency of dreams
Mine,lost in the clouded cityskape
I hold the same hand
Another day,once more
The city's stories and essays
Adding chapters to the city life
Echoing the waves of my novel
Struggling to write an original
I walk the same road
Growing a day older
The city's life moves along
Hand in hand,a mass of emotions
How much the same way
I walk with the rest of us.......