Thursday, August 5, 2010

Cycle of Dust


I rant away,
Under the monsoon peck,
Halogens burning,
To illuminate our wreck,
I clap a sudden
Whisper to camouflage,
So I keep my crisis
Under careful check.

Good dust and bad dust grab our feet
We trip, we sway, you lean on me
I clasp your neck, I drag you down
We complete the cycle, round and round…

I hum away,
Your eyes cluster mine,
Ants traipsing
From around and behind,
I forsake a tryst
With my perfect kiss,
I hide my fury
With this perfect night.

I know I remember the hail cutting the air,
Heaven bestowed, and clinging to your hair;
I clasp your neck, drag you down
We complete the cycle, round and round…

I freeze away,
My limbs, my nose gone numb,
Melancholy melting
In the sweetness of being mum,
A twist in the tale
If I die under your wide-eyed gaze,
So I keep my vanities
Inside the last, missed tram...

I can wake again, if you touch my temple,
And raise me from my death rubble,
Because
I shall remember
Only the living strains of this singing fall,
Because
The good happens more
Often than the not…


When I clasp your neck, drag you down
We complete the cycle, round and round.

2 comments:

arnab said...

nyc 1........khub bhalo..

theío i̱sycházo said...

hmmm...not ur style..but its really lyrical..i lyk ds 1.