Love flags

From my firm clasp I wanna let you go,
Let you go of my binding love.
So hard it is for you and me-
Many a time our minds juxtapose
Or our love claims authority,
And much painful when so, its cruel fetters
Chain us together in its tangles
Inescapable; we find it oft irremovable.
Love flags freedom in its genitive pinions,
Love flags soar high in their freedom-
One of reciprocation.
This bond I assure will never be a shackle,
I'll let you go, but
I promise you our love forever will remain...

Passing by...

I strut stupefied in the corridors that I once
thought were solely mine; but my foreboded
fears have taken their toll; it's now final
that I barely belong to these homely halls.
Why then do I flip my flimsy thoughts
over this that I now unown?
Time, that nasty, naughty fellow snaps, creaks
And buhahaas on my ignoble ignorance;
We both 'tis true, had a stupid stake-
Who will win- he or me?
Foolish and frantic I try running away.
Lo! But who's holding me back, back, back?
Let me go, get lost
with my tear-wet reminiscences...
Oh let not bind me with your blinding
bonds anymore...
Let me turn to lend a lean look
at what I have left behind
and what has left me behind...

Psst: I haven't done a 're-vision' on these lines, I merely wanted to ventilate my impulsive and mixed emotions, having bid adieu to the loveliest phase of my college life... :-(
Tears, Little Wing

The Ethereal

 The Ethereal
- I write this, to her...

I see the stranger strolling along the dusky street in
Pensive; her bare feet caressing the beaded frills
Of her couture ramped quietly on the raw pavement,
Led enticed as though by a magic wand in its flick,
Or by the paining strums of a guitar stringbroken;
The sulk in her grey eyes I can see well so veiled
The ring on her annualry, pearled and betrothed.
Eyes those sunk, engrossed in the perhaps moot
Heating up inside her- Could I, the unseen beholder
From all my ignorance void, wild and wide, so probe
It an unfaithful guilt over an undesired nuptial,
Or an unfulfilled dream over a non-dream?-
Cynthia smiles as my fancy tosses its thoughts,
While she on and on moves, where to unawares,
Wanes into the Abysmal, Unfathomable, Unseen,
And I slip back into my cold ole nothingness...

The future roads :-)

Fair is everything that life carpets before us as a future. The only trouble is that, whatever we may dream or plan, it is uncertain, dim and perhaps the result beyond all predictions. So then how would you term it, when you head on but you can't really see which way have you taken to reach that final destination you're supposed to be at? Thrilling, adventurous or frightening? As for me, it is neither of these, to complete defining that feeling. I feel it just as blank as a stare... :-)

Stranger in Moscow - MJ

Watch it on:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfwccN7_ufI

 I was wandering in the rain
Mask of life, feelin' insane
Swift and sudden fall from grace
Sunny days seem far away
Kremlin's shadow belittlin' me
Stalin's tomb won't let me be
On and on and on it came
Wish the rain would just let me

How does it feel (How does it feel)
How does it feel
How does it feel
When you're alone
And you're cold inside

Here abandoned in my fame
Armageddon of the brain
KGB was doggin' me
Take my name and just let me be
Then a begger boy called my name
Happy days will drown the pain
On and on and on it came
And again, and again, and again...
Take my name and just let me be

How does it feel (How does it feel)
How does it feel
How does it feel
How does it feel
How does it feel (How does it feel now)
How does it feel
How does it feel
When you're alone
And you're cold inside

How does it feel (How does it feel)
How does it feel
How does it feel
How does it feel
How does it feel (How does it feel now)
How does it feel
How does it feel
When you're alone
And you're cold inside

Like stranger in Moscow
Lord have mercy
Like stranger in Moscow
Lord have mercy
We're talkin' danger
We're talkin' danger, baby
Like stranger in Moscow
We're talkin' danger
We're talkin' danger, baby
Like stranger in Moscow
I'm livin' lonely
I'm livin' lonely, baby
Stranger in Moscow

Missing you, Michael :-(

It seems that the world has finally given some love to Michael. I say this in the light of the eventful one year that has just passed after the Legend left us forever. There has not been a single day without touching a news or memoir on MJ ever since the black day that I lament. To love and to do things in memory of a lost beloved is sensible I agree, but wouldn't loving and understanding him when he was alive be the best we could ever have gifted him? The past is gone yeah, I know but I just wanted to turn it inside out again...With all these movie productions, album re-releases, memoirs, dedications and television broadcasts of his music and what nots ushering incessantly, I think that Michael must now be smiling; and I really hope he'd always be. He was a Man who exuded blood through his music, instead of tears for all the scandals and accusations. I do not want to meddle with the truth of the things that I as his distant listener have heard and known. Good or not whether these thoughts are, I really don't know. I ponder on this because the world had indeed once failed to give him all this, while he lived and loved to live. I, as a girl who grew all my years up listening to him, attached so sentimentally and emotionally to his music, wish to imagine how elated and affirmed he as a Person- and not just as a Classic Musician- would have felt, had he then received half of the love as of now, rather than half of the monetary gains that his all-time-hits bag now.. And it is then I ask with a sigh, why is it always that we fail to see the worth of a person while he is with us, and only start paining over his loss when it's too late to be undone? Michael Jackson is irreplaceable and the void is felt so badly...But I assert its true: he still lives- through his moon-walking music, our memories, and the love I had for him unsaid...

I miss you, and I love you, Michael...


 This song of yours, I sing for you...

Ben, the two of us need look no more
We both found what we were looking for
With a friend to call my own
I'll never be alone
And you my friend will see
You've got a friend in me

Ben, you're always running here and there
You feel you're not wanted anywhere
If you ever look behind
And don't like what you find
There's something you should know
You've got a place to go

I used to say "I" and "me"
Now it's "us", now it's "we"
I used to say "I" and "me"
Now it's "us", now it's "we"

Ben, most people would turn you away
I don't listen to a word they say
They don't see you as I do
I wish they would try to
I'm sure they'd think again
If they had a friend like Ben...

Pearls of love

The distant lamps in pearl, white and gold
Necklacing the misty horizon winked
At the girl on train by the window;
The full moon didn't miss her eyes,
He mirrored and glowed her glances
And sojourned with her all night;
The stars decked the romance well
As the cool breeze lulled her sleepy eyes,
And she fell into the fathoms of dreams...

(@ 20:00; 29.04.2010; Sabari Express, a beautiful night scene passed by in AP)