Crimson

The distance creeps up on me
on low shadowy nights
the heavy winds blow
heavy as my heart at dawn

i long for the moonless nights
i wait for your slightest move
All your beautiful memories
is all i hold on to

i try to curb the urge
but your thoughts re-surge
your eroticism entices
this weakened heart

i hold strong for
the storm rages on
i will fight
for the battle shall be won.

Once again

I want to run. Run really fast.
Feel the wind up against. Once again.
It wasn't strong or randy.
It was the same then too.
I had just stopped to look ahead.
And never look to stop.
I want to run. Run really fast.
Feel the wind up against. Once again.
In these cobbled streets I see,
cities built on past glories
In these cobbled streets I see,
days from a distant memory
I want to run. Run really fast.
Feel the wind up against. Once again.
Oh! How nice those days had been.
Days before I stopped running
Oh! How nice those days had been.
Days of a future calling
I want to run. Run really fast.
Feel the wind up against. Once again.
I wish to see them again,
not from memory or in vain.
I wish to see them again,
open my eyes and forget the pain.
I want to run. Run really fast.
Feel the wind up against. Once again.

A circus trick

Life is a fragile being.
So fragile that men try to protect it from its own frailty.
It is carefully built like a palace of cards and comes as easily down like it never was.
The hopeful believe in its strength to stand. The realist is ready to pick up the pieces.
It makes us all weak. It's strength is in believing it was never meant to be.
Yet we play along this charade, making mockery of our existence
Yet we hold dear this life, for it's one in a million possibility to be.

Paradise city

Give them their space
Give them time
For paradise city awaits
All of us!

A place of joy
A place for us
A place unknown
For now happiness

Ain' a place
Nor a memory
Maybe time
A lovely phase

And paradise city
Awaits us all
One and many
Together we fall

What is paradise city? Its not a place. It's not on any map. No legend or history about it. A land mortal men have longed to master.
It's a phase of time. When nothing else seems important. An instance of time when we're all present. And we're all happy. Haven't we all dreamed of a time when we're with everybody we cherish and love.
Patches of happy memory stitched together. When we know happiness is the only emotion and time the antagonist.

I see you materialise right before my eyes. And yet I wonder, have I done enough to earn my time onboard

Horizon black

You look ahead
The winding roads
Come to a standstill
The dust seems to settle
Wind nonexistent
Only sound of your breath
Alarming loneliness
Awkward predators waiting
What is it that you see ahead?
Fear engulfs the present
Mysterious thoughts floating
Dreadful memories waiting
Too afraid to remember the path
A monster chasing shadows
There is only one way to go
The only path remaining
I look up ahead to see
The vast vacant sea
Horizon black

Shadows

Shadows crept into
The land of possibilities
It was a subtle struggle
Not a battle or war
Just an event hardly noticed

legend says
The king never fought
The shadows let him believe
It was a part of growing up

And when he realized
He was fat and lazy
Accustomed to the ways
of the many

Yet he awaits the day
Filled with hope and despair
Look at the dusty old throne
That once possessed the power

A power unrivaled
A universe unchallenged

He lives at the tavern now
ale and women plenty

Shadows played the melody
a dirty trick
Only the crown remains
On a filthy old stick

Again

How do I capture any moment in a day? Record it as it happened.  Associate feelings along with it so that we can experience the same feeling over and over at our convenience. One of the many things I'm looking forward to in this life.Ever felt like re-living the past?
We all have had that moment of madness at which point we're ready to give up anything for another glimpse of what had been. I'm not talking about memories or photographs. Or a reading a note describing all the events accurately.
Imagine a situation where you can,  maybe press a button, and relive an entire episode of the past. Experience the same feelings and emotions all over again. Happiness, sorrow, anticipation, hope and the million other emotions that can't be described in words. The power to go through it all again.

Hold your hand once more,
Hold you tight being apart,
Speak through our eyes,
And walk through our lives.

Remember all the mindless conversations,
Enact the scripted play,
Go over a thousands suns,
And still wait for another one.

Go back to the places
And hold on to the little things
Run through the deserted streets
Of cities we built in past.

Feel your breath
Your first touch
In my arms
All over again.