Thursday, July 29, 2010

The Music of Variance

"In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art."

Meant to fly...

Couldn’t fly, in the blue blue sky…
Couldn’t see thru the naked eye…
Burned too hard, burned too long
Saw everyone burn along…
U can blame me, cause I didn’t try
Rushed to every light like a firefly.

But the sky in my eyes??
Don’t tell me it’s a lie…
Just a dream dat I saw…
With open eyes??

Sailed along on every ship…
Waited to get my soul ripped,
Feared every gentle drop…
Tamed every feeling dat cropped
Behind the crust my haven lies
All too high!! All too high!!

But the feather in my palm??
Glowing and calm!!
How could it get blown
Away in the winds unknown?

But now…

Can you take me through the door?
Make me see the untouched shores…
Can you show me a dream or two?
If you want I’ll hold it for you…
Had never seen a star so bright
Yet not blinded by its dazzling light
The sublimest of beauty lies
Here in my haven high…

Couldn’t tame the dreamer though
Even when the strongest currents flow
Embraces every slightest night,
To bring the alchemist to life…
Coaxing thru the lowest troughs
Finding its way against winds rough
Here in my haven high…
I realize we’re meant to fly!!

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

I can dream no more...

My feet don't catch the rhythm at nights.
I don't spend the mornings transfixed on flowers.
I can finally tolerate the ways of the world,
And neatly toss away its hours.

They say I smile more and live more,
And rightly do they judge.
Cause in all its polity, I shunned my innocence...
A mask in my face I smudged.

I once had a song book,
From which i sang to myself beneath the moonlight.
Be with like minds form smiles to laughs,
And life flowed from those heights!
You may find that book in the darkest pit of my closet,
And the lonely guitar stands in a mourn.
Tethered, I foolishly look around the world before me...
Cause I don't sing no more...

I dare not question anymore...
till i become a sad painting on the wall.
Adamantly oblivious to 'living'...
Can you raise the dead by a call?

I fear being with myself,
I fear truth and its stare,
Dreaming made me love myself...
But I can dream no more!

Anusha :)