Stoned Soul

Perhaps I'm so stoned,
I found the rocks the most mesmerizing,
Of all colours and shapes,
With moss sitting on them making it slippery,
Like dreams sitting on the eyelids making life slippery,
Still it added to the beauty of rocks,
Still it added  to the beauty of life,
Then I found my soul telling me the truth,
I'm enchanted by what I am, a stoned human.













Come and Crush me,
I've waited long enough,
For the water to flow over me and cleanse me,
For floods to move me a little,
For an Earthquake to break me,
Destruction I want,
I've waited long enough,
Crush me and make me dust,
I want to lose myself,
Come and deliver me from the life of a stone,
Give me a new shape,
So that I can be of aid,

I've waited long in this river of life,
With moss growing over me,
Making me colourful yet deplorable,
Just help me, help me, help me Lord!

MAN IN THE MIST

The most amazing scars,
Over his shimmering arms,
Droplets of sweat like gold and pearl,
Glistening in the heat of summer,

Sweat curling his hair,
With a tanned rusty body,
And from a distance my eyes trailing over his luminous build,
I wanted him to know that he was the most handsome man I had ever seen,

And then I found him playing with children at the shore,
His laughter echoed with water,
Splashes of smiles spilled over his face,
His twinkling eyes and streaks of light,

I could gather no more of his masculinity,
And I closed my eyes,
And then the breeze sending his scent,
Making me unconscious as it touched my sense,

With shreds in my eyes,
I blushed with a sheepish smile,
Ghosts from the past were still hanging bright.

DREAM TROTTER

Every night I traveled into his dreams and kept trekking,
Every morning I rested in his arms,
He was in gold, his body glistening and shimmering,
And every night, I collected a drop of his sweat,
I stored it in my heart so that the blood becomes saline,
So saline that one day nothing but salinity is left,
Somehow tears rolled down and every drop I collected,
Changed its form and was washed away,
Night after night I kept on collecting it,
Day after day I kept on crying,

 The relation was deep,

I kept crawling into his dream world, slithering and wriggling,
I could not wake him up, he was tired and fast asleep,
The innocent smile, the beautiful eyes,
I watched him sleep every night,
I kissed goodnight on his forehead,
When the morning sun started to peep from the window sill,
I slowly crept out without waking him up,
This is  the kind of love I have for him,
Where dream meets a dream,
Nothing ever touches the reality.