Burning The Bridge

I stand on this other end
Dejected – I need not pretend
Does the water tend to weep……..?
A heart that lost its feeling
And words that lost their meaning
A promise – none could keep

This only way that leads to you
I light with fire, without a sound
I drink those tears – I walk away
WHILE THE BRIDGE IS BURNING DOWN

All your thoughts fill up my mind
But not one look I’ll cast behind
I’ll crush these moments’ weak…..
And what was it I asked of you
Nothing more than was my due
But no more will I seek

Rewarded for my gift of love
I get to wear this thorny crown
The smoke has darkened all my dreams
WHILE THE BRIDGE IS BURNING DOWN

The distance now will only grow
What lies beneath no one will know
But will you get your sleep…….?
Those moments that brought us to life
When every part felt so alive
Will they freeze in memories deep?

With shivering hands I bury them
Some obscure corner of the town
I touch my heart – it has turned to stone
WHILE THE BRIDGE IS BURNING DOWN

For all important things you’re free
You’ll never need to answer me
Go – conquer every peak…………
When all you get – you’ll know the cost
That in the bargain what you lost
The heart will solace seek

May be some day you’ll want to meet
You’ll search that bridge – you’ll look around
But we’re parted now for life, my love
YOU DID NOT SEE AND THE BRIDGE BURNED DOWN

Candle for the Dead

I burn a candle
for the dead.

Souls are up for sale,
bought by the mindless
to be hung on bare walls,
trapped in the pages of the Holiness,
a representation of blind faith.

I burn a candle
for the dead.

Prayers now echoes
Screams of the brutalized
Of the massacred.
Of blazing houses.
Blood stirred in saffron,
Religion is now one color.

I burn a candle
for the dead.

She walked,
Among werewolves and law abiders.
Her hands shielded her
raped and mutilated dignity,
The Cross weighing down on her bare shoulders.

I burn a candle
For her.

He is the messenger of God,
A soldier executing His will
He had summons to kill for peace,
“To immolate in Thy name,
A sacrifice I do not fear to render.”

I burn a candle
For his Life.

I can hear the death knell.
Humanity is buried,
Earnings are for the least deserved.
Ignorant about the impending doom
Building a world on corpses
Of faith, the human race.
God doesn’t want me.

I burn a candle
for the Living.

Oblivious Plains

He sits in a dark corner of my heart
Waiting for the silver lined clouds to cry
Paradox of steaming ice water to die
Finding a path in the twisted veins of life
Not looking for shadows of hope in lights
Solving the spiral avenues of this isolated fight

He believes in the dark corner of my heart
Twisted
For someone to light a candle
And whisper a word in his deaf ears
To unravel his scrambled arms
And drink the salt of his fears

He grieves in the dark corners of my heart
Brilliant death of his heart, death of his name
Slamming back against the walls, breaking bones
Insane

She observes from the silent corners of my heart
Thinking, “Insane”
Absorbing the aroma of still dying flowers
On stage this infinite game
Ignoring the sting of his arrogant eyes
Describing the depth of his smiling lies
She recoils silently
From the silent corners of my heart

A Light of Hope

Shattered, broken, captive
In my own frustrations
Surrounded by canvas’
Complete compositions
From a base in pieces.

Hopes carpeting the floor
Happiness peeling off walls
A shard for a door,
Enter and you’ll hurt
Wounded, yet I am whole.

Cobwebs on the ceiling
A fear lingering
Crushed dreams under forces stronger
Trying to trudge forward, just a little longer
A silver string shining on my neck.

A storm battering,
My foundations dissolving
Leaving shards ajar shapeless
I melt away, seeping through cracked floor boards
A candle once alight, I wish life goodnight.