Sunday, August 29, 2010

Where art thou?

Hide and seek is all you played
When the gray clouds roamed my midnight sky
There was lightning all around
But you were no where in sight
Why the absence?
Why the games?
I heard your whisper from far away
As i felt you all around
The lightning pale without you
And the storm incomplete
Like a song without its words.

Friday, August 27, 2010

Cloud dust

We are nothing but dust fallen from the skies
Where the rain dances and the thunder sings
In the vicinity of dark clouds
Where there is no love and no hate
Just the wind blowing aimlessly
As the lightning leads the procession
In the darkest of our nights
We sit and listen to them dancing above
To music we've heard since the beginning
Playing till forever

We are nothing but dust
Falling to the rhythm
Of an unsung song.

Songs of Thunder - I

I don't know
What to make of these songs
That you sing in the dark
Loud noises and words
I don't understand
A language unheard of before
Or heard but never understood
Tell me at least
For who are these songs for
You sing and sing
Without any meaning

I don't know
What to make of your songs of thunder
But when you sing...
Everything listens.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Love Nights

Some nights are long
Drowned in the darkness and the rain
Nothing but the sound of water hitting the tin roof
Or thunder singing to the clouds
Even though the world comes to a standstill
The water moves through the streets quietly
You gaze out the window with the lights turned off
Naked in the sheets with your lover
Wishing the night never ends.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Only if you could see yourself through my eyes would you see colors which you never thought existed. I wonder if the diamond knows how it sparkles in the sunlight.

Now that I look back, I realize how wrong I was to have judged you upon what I saw... or on what I did not see. But what could have I done... you only shone ever so dim... and said that the flame inside only burnt this bright. How was I to know that it would take the darkest black of the coldest night to turn flame into a fire.

I don't know whether to hate you for hiding or love you for revealing.

Alas, what can i do if the flower chooses to bloom when its dark.