A color to paint the sky

Looking for a color to paint the sky, 

I am grasping for a tune that's fading from my mind, 

Something about a girl with reckless charms,

Flittering hearts with every flick of hair,

Smiling back at those awkward years, life was simple, 

and love uncomplicated by the truths of life. 

Locked in

I haggle alone, with this lonely feeling, 

Eyes on the darkening sky,

Can't see any moon,

All these clouds inside me, are meanwhile settling,

Pushing back, on these walls enclosing,

I laugh loud at these jokes in my head,

Wily as my heart is,

All this silence has it reeling,

One hand on my heart, just to feel it's beating, 

Watch that face in the mirror again, 

These creases etched in my skin, 

A healing touch is what I have been missing

Song of the whistling hill

I think I am missing an imagined love, with the girl who ties her sunshine hair, in a bun that's smaller than the specs she wears,

I am lying sleepless, thinking of a few harsh words, that washed away our nothings, like a house of twigs in the pouring rain,

I tell myself so many times, this is foolish, to have a hurricane in my heart, for her who sleeps in another's arms,

But every once in a while, these long evenings refuse to pass, and I find myself staring at the forever far.

For you

Stealing and stealing, a million glances,

my soul's adrift on her wandering waves;

Ocean deep eyes and a heart warming smile,

an uncommon charm in my mystery one,

Another day and I am waking up with dream filled eyes,

trudging through cacophonus streets, a spring still in my every step, 

My heart's a flutter like never before,

need few moments of boundless peace, just being near you my mystery one.

musings.of.a.dunce

Moon

Lying sleepless, twisting and turning into the early am's of the night; 

Vulnerable and tired, a little something wells up my eye, maybe a memory long forgotten; 

Even as the weight of its wetness, stretches slowly across my arid face;

A soft wind swings the tree outside, and shining through its leaves, a resplendent moon; 

Dissipating my veil of despondence, sleep it comes on a tip toe, as I smile at that silver moon.  

The one

This twilight sky, flickering in the wind, blithe and free, a vagabond kite,

Stars far, you close by and the smells of love, our fleeting touches and the whispers of this passing night,

Reading you like my favorite book, warm and wrapped within your world, 

Your simple ways, my long lost heart, and the last sliver of orange in that sky,

All the life that's yet to come, these moments will stay with me for evermore.

Invisible

Some days seem longer than years', I am caught in one such today.

It isn't something I know about you, it is all the things I wish to know. 

Meaning, purpose, and hopes, an interminable pursuit, that leaves me alone in my mountain woods, where I have dreamt so many dreams.

A year of this mysterious attraction,  of stumbling along with your undulating flow, 

invisible like the brook in my valley deep, like the wind caressing the grassy slopes, I stand invisible right next to you.

Invisible, invisible, so invisible to you.

 

Mountain Nights

I struggle past the teaming streets, these endless years in this city loud, 

Lie down weary, finally to sleep, and wait for you my familiar dreams,

The silent love of my mountain nights, set to the sound of a trickling brook,

The pines that sway, and the wind that whispers, 

Yellow twinkles from faraway homes, shimmering past the valley deep,

Waking up to the sight of clouds, hanging patient inside my house,

But all I get is this city loud, and lonely days amidst familiar crowds.

Kites and stars

The twilight sky, flickering in the wind, blithe and free, a vagabond kite,

Stars far, you close by and the smell of love,

Our fleeting touches, amidst the whispers of this passing night,

Reading you like my favorite book, warm and wrapped within your world,

Your simple ways, my long lost heart, and the last sliver of orange in that sky,

All the life that's yet to come, these moments will stay with me forevermore.

oh my river

Days go breathless, talking to you,

nights all sleepless, thinking of you,

oh my river, I sit thirsty by your side,

can't drink enough from your eyes, 

could sing to the tune of your voice, but I just sit all tongue tied,

if only this was a different world, and I could tell you what's on my mind,

I know you wouldn't still be mine, but I will be less miserable for a while,

oh my river, I sit so thirsty by your side.

A purple sky

Spending my days next to you, and I pretend to be just some guy, but not a night passes by, without you being on my mind. 

In passing as we walk, your fingers sometimes touch mine, set ablaze I burn, wanting to hold you just a little while, 

Lingering a second extra, I look into your eyes, and imagine you looking back at me, with that shimmer of the darkening sky, 

Running forever like parallel lines, how do I let go of this fantasy, that we are bending and will meet soon at some point,

Pondering why you have to be so unaware, when entangled in you, I just keep plotting for ways, 

I pretend to be unaffected, even as your love for him is splattered all around, I am just a fool, dreaming of you my impossible why

my life

I love you, and that's how fucked my life is. 

I pretend as if you want me, the way I want you, madly. 

I play the few miserly words we spoke, in my head, over and over again. 

I check my messages every few minutes, knowing well, that it is not me you write to. 

I imagine you in the moments I spend alone as if imagining could make you real. 

I call out your name, in my madness, as if my words, like magic, could be heard in that heart of yours.

I love an impossibility, I stop, I try to forget, then I keep starting all over again,

and that's how fucked my life is. 

A dreamer's muse

Wandering past the corner of my eye, whispering things I have long forgotten about, 

A bun or free flowing, a splash of morning colors, thrown careless on my thing of beauty;

Her momentary glance, pierces through my truths and all my lies, leaving me unrequited every time,

Listening, watching and hoping, befuddled by your bespectacled smile;

Like a cloud burst on a mountain high, you wash me over and everything within;

Oblivious, nonchalant, oh my distant moon, do none of my ravings ever float to you?

Mirror

Perdition, forgiveness, petty resolutions all, 

This myth of love, burning through me, on this cold long night,

Oh lover of moon, scalded by it’s very moonlight,

Slither away, find a dark crevice to hide,

Escape somehow, this torment, this perfidy, this pain of hope,

Mirror tell me, this face of mine, where is that shine of joy, that twinkle of youth, or a little love perhaps?

An evening at work

The day was ending just fine, 

until she walked all happy past my desk, 

a momentary sunlight, in the few seconds, as I saw her go, 

and then the cold rain started pouring all over again.

The perfidy of hope

Oh dreamer, seduced by the pied Piper of yore,

Where to shall you go, chasing illusions,

Deluded forever, by the charm of that unknown,

How will you let go, when there is nothing left to hold.

Oh stranger, your unreciprocated lonely glance,

A million times, and some more,

Stoned, crazy and forlorn,

Burnt out embers of coal-black dreams, and this smoke-filled heart.

Oh, singer of hymns, from those forgotten forsaken,

Rock faced mountains and the steely moon,

Cold long nights, and this myth of love,

Perdition, forgiveness, petty resolutions all, just to get through the night.

Oh lover of moon, burnt by it’s caressing moonlight,

Slither away into some dark crevice to hide,

The shine of joy, the twinkle of affection, the touch of love,

Escaping this torment of the endless perfidy of hope.

Ruminations

A bright day and this darkness within, alone in an office full of familiar faces,

A knot in the throat, and a fire in my eye,

Anything to lighten this weight inside, of my futile hopes and sullen dreams,

Dredging souvenirs from people I used to know, empty aches and wounded memories of evanescent joy.

Unrequited forever, still waiting on that perhaps bus, even as life has all but rattled by.

Starry sky tonight

Deep dark starry skies, 

I am thinking of a strange evanescent and slipping someone ;
lying in a suddenly lonesome hotel tonight,

tucked in a far away oblivion, I am remembering few sunshine smiles; 

heart it's still caught in a long past moment,
as those eyes played wonder games from across;

Some deep dark starry skies tonight;

Cold touches

Can't make sense of what it may feel like,  parched and wet at the same time;

Fire or water, a kiss or a moment of passion;

Ruminations and dreams, beyond the edge of the water deep,

I will break my heart, normally yeah, but I am feeling otherwise tonight.

the promise of a promise

summer nights and moonlit untrodden paths,
on the silver streams sieving through the trees,
stars float on the wings of the flowing breeze;

dwarfed, I watch the trees with their heads in the sky,
swinging as if on a lullaby,
on the moist velvet greens, lost I lie,
watching the faraway blacks of the sky;

a pocket full of pebbles and an empty mind,
a poet heart vacillating in search of a muse,
I lie beside the gleaming waters of this stream,
rushing along, much like life, unmindful of the stagnance its beholder seeks;

someday I will seek you, oh queen of my dreams,
entrenched within this heart, sometimes close and sometimes afar,
I hear you whispering out my name,
someday I will, I vow, walk the long road to you