Bittersweet Fare

My eyes fill shut with stray memories
And sleep slips out like a tear
Your laughter dances like moonlit dust
Around my carven ears

I feel no weight on my outstretch'd arm
Nor the softness of your cheek
My breath trips out haltingly
In search of the lips it seeks

Dreams! Ah Dreams! They prance about
In sounds and song and hues
But there is no sleep in the silent keep
Save the whispers of patient eyes

While I am here, and you yearn there
I shall live out this bittersweet fare
And to pass the night of every day
I shall lie and wait it away

Lover's Bloom

To what can I, your beauty compare
For even if it be my duty, do I dare
Talk of dawn's glory and it's riotous rays
And give verse to each color, a word to each shade...

Morrow's dawn shall be beauty begun
And my rhyme would be spent, with not a letter
to spare...

And yet, I paint my words anew
To cup a facet, to draught a hue
For 'tis true, I am a lover contraire
I brought home the prize, 'fore leaving to the fair

Of all things beautiful, and worth a seaman's song
I liken you to a flower, o'er the bed of night
For even as you sleep does your beauty come awake
Like the colors of dusk over a mountain lake

Snowlike petals taste moonshine's kiss
And the fragrance scents the quiet
A drop of the nighttime's drink lingers
On your lips like the dew of the morn

Forever is it's beauty, not a fleeting dream
Though this night be it's first and last
For it wears such white, it colours the night
With hope of a golden dawn

So too are you eternally
beautiful to mine eyes
Though time may carve new facets
And life, new masks apply

A son’s Lullaby

Sleep, little star who birthed the skies
And filled it with the blush of dawn
Sleep like sweetness in a dreaming bud
Afloat within the stillness of the eyes

Sleep little bird that birthed flight
And flew twinkling dreams into the night
Sleep like the bough in the shade of the moon
As the wind breathes dark and lonesome tunes

Sleep little stream, who birthed the sea
And kissed it with drops of mystery
Sleep little pearl in the ocean’s womb
As the blue-white waves live your fantasies

Sleep dear mother, who birthed two sons
And was born anew at the break of day
Sleep like your sons slept in your womb
As you hummed an ancient songless tune

Something About Something

Bear with me for a while. This is just a ramble. A bunch of thoughts that are better off out of the way of more to come.

There is no literary value to this piece, and there is a higher probabilty you will not enjoy reading it. Read on if you're still curious. Or skip it now.

Language has...No. I meant speech is....No. That's not what I was saying either....

...What's the word for it? you know, those things you use to make another person see the world the way you do?

Ah! I have it. Words.

Words. I have always been intrigued by words. I don't think I will ever understand how to use them the way others usually do.

I know, I know, everyone has their own way of using words. But there's this general fear or respect or love towards these things, whenever they're used. All I can feel, is incredulity.

You see, I don't understand how words work. At least, they don't work that way with me, so I'm not sure. The same words that were offensive at one time are used in completely normal parlance now. And I wondered both at the feeling of offense and at the normalcy they have gained over time.

But the strangest thing about words? The more words I know, the more sparingly I can use them.

I find that to everything I am about to say, every opinion I construct in my mind with the words I have, has a counter opinion, an opposite viewpoint.

What I think is wrong is somehow right to a different set of eyes, or in a larger perspective. I think words have no absolutes. Try 'giving' words to something absolute, and it stops being so.

Throw a statement at yourself that you think is impossible to refute. And very soon, you will argue with yourself, and refute it.
Now here's an absolute statement : Maybe.

No matter how much you know. You will only know something about something.

Forgive My Lips

I was strolling through my thoughts,
They were a sunny, cobbled place
Where impish ideas fluttered by
And a smile shone on my face

My eyes, like a beloved's day dream
Were mellow, moist and in a snooze
When they tripped upon your lips
And awoke from dream to a dream

And into that cobbled place
That was sunny and yellow and neat
They let in the colors of dusk
The blush of embers and wine replete

And as I strolled through thoughts
All bashful in embrace
I stepped suddenly into waters
Of surprise - a vision, a grace!

...Forgive my lips, they find joy
In the most unusual places
I was outed from my thoughts
And lost memory of familiar faces

The taste of sweet innocence
And the mint of tingles unveiled
Mingled with the spice of secrets
Hesitantly revealed...

Forgive my lips, they find joy
In the most unusual places
In lips like red, velvet skies
Like wine in hidden cases