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there was a desert -
i had to be there
at that desert

we had to be there, yes
on that day -
i remember it better today

i wish i had remembered it then too
but i got lost
in a world (of too much running around)

that was there around then -
today, now
i remember the desert

here still, is the desert - where i stand
wishing it was the day
when i should have been there

i stand here, alone
casting a long shadow
that should have been cast

some other day
and i think to myself
why didn't i do it?

why didn't i do it?
why didn't i do it?
three times in a row

helpless

we left the sun behind us
and walked on our shadows
even the shadow
of my outstretched hand couldn't
stop the flower from falling

and then to explain

“You shouldn’t eat two many choc-o-late
s every single day!”

“But I should like to know why -
Can even make do with a lie!”

“Oh you’ll get to know, I’m sure before it’s too late,
And that’s all I for now can say!”

“But why oh why and how
May I not know that now?”

“For it’s too much pain
Ful, to, to you, explain!”

“But then what fun
Do you get
By not answering this one?”

“Well, don’t be upset
What you know, is what you get
(And it’s not yet done!)”

the end of the beginning

the bright red side of the rainbow
(that always shows somewhere)
the topmost unseen rung of the ladder
(that always goes somewhere)
the silver lined edge of the horizon
(that always glows somewhere)
the pleasant cold end of the breeze
(that always blows somewhere)

nothing begins - for it's
only the end of the beginning
(that always burrows somewhere)

Variance

Lazy afternoon, diffused sunshine through the pale brown curtains
Fills the room and flows on to the bedspread blue
Silenced sniffles on a double bed, and an invisible tear drop or two

Afternoons resemble each other, in past and future, and situations
Similar, oh so alike, that did or would mark an end
Of a few moments’ memories – while questions unexplained, suspend

“You might not get something you waited for, would you still stay?”
“But someday soon, you sure’d go away!”
And a sigh and a kiss

And everything amiss
“Upset you be not, for it isn’t so easy, do you hear?”
The old question of a few nights before echoes “Will you disappear?”

And with all the words spoken, framing a difficult puzzle
While the meaningless possibilities howl out and inside, wrestle
“Go figure! Nothing much to say! There, let me show you your place!”

It’s only hard to hide your tears on some chosen days.

let’s talk

the flower that was,
now only these brilliant red
streaks. petals
strewn all around,
resembling dying embers
amidst the echoing
green of the woods.

now let us talk
immortality.

rainbow bridge

her rainbow connects this world to the next
arched across her skies, it's monochrome - a
rainbow in black and white, and shades of
gray

see her take the first step on one end
as the clouds wither away, flying silver dust
all around - with her every step
heavy

and she walks with pride as the leaves fall
away and all around her, autumn in heaven
or wherever she is or someplace above
distant

with nothing and none surrounding
her rainbow to walk upon and nothing besides
with a soul filled with confusions, longing and painful
pride

she walks an ineveitable walk of loneliness
making leaves, clouds disappear with her words
across the rainbow that slowly shatters - she, her face
proud

with a put-on all knowing smirk

9:45

deeds, good intent
last till they last per person

and

needs, to be content
with the well known direction

and

there, too many cooks
for this or that in all their might

and

too many a well wisher looks
out to set your and every life right

vertigo

being is no reason
for the instability of being

week long vertigos should only stay
an easy excuse to
the instabilities of the mind
and the essential being
and the all prevailing confusions

here today gone tomorrow
there yesterday gone
today

Sense (?)

Songs and words
Cryptic poetry
Do make sense, do

Make sense

A lot and a whole
Lot of it

When you want them
Not to

Or when you expect
The least

Questions

One question can shatter
All your beliefs

Two
Can make you take a U turn
And leave you upside down

Three or more can only
Throw you against the wall
And watch you bounce off it

In glee

roller-coaster

look up
see the world go
round and round

look left
see the world go
round and round

look right
see the world go
round and round

don't turn
don't move
the world moves not

with a little movement
and a little looking around
the world is a beautiful

roller
coaster

shades

stupidly to fall today
with shades of past

today should be forgotten
for all its worth

for tomorrow shouldn't
again be the victim of

some trace of today

Same old song (and dance)

Stones: I can't get no satisfaction!
Traffic: Seven is in your mind (or heaven is in your mind)
Doors: Five to one baby, one in five!
Stones: You can't always get what you want...
Ozzy: I'm just a dreamer...
Lennon: But I'm not the only one!
Dylan: All I really want to do...
Lennon: Mind games?
Ozzy: Good bye to romance!
Janis: What good can drinkin' do?
Dylan: The answer my friend, is blowin' in the wind...
Scorpions: The winds of change?
Dylan: For the times they are a changin'...
Jason Mraz: Life is wonderful!
Neil Young: One of these days...
Harrison: All things must pass away...
Metallica: And nothing else matters!
Jim Morrison: Wake up!

eyes tight shut

well, we can close our eyes
all tight in their glorious tightest
best

feeling restless and helpless
refusing to accept the breeze
that moves the leaves
of the trees

and profess
to change things
hand in hand with time

but the eyelids and our eye
lashes long and strong
can and do only hide our eyes

from the light

that struggles to enter
to make its way through our eyes
and let us see

being self respectably human
is not taught
but is something of a way of life
how we be unto others

there is no pushing light
into us, none else can do it
for us but us, for ourselves

but our eyes
are just tight shut!

up and away

when you think the storm
has settled down
they let their chariots loose
and roam the terrains that are
or were or will
never be theirs

you can only smash a
glass window or two

todays can take them away
and leave my tomorrows for me

if not them
at least the chariots should be gone

and their steeds

W and X, Y, Z

well
you need not finish talking
all about W
for you to reach X or Y or Z

but if W is a condition
for you to do X or Y or Z
then jumping to X or Y or Z
without talking W

would not help
but only leaves you all
bitter
in your mouths

and a string of shameless lies

summer
and it rains sunshine
and a string of shameless lies

the blade is not thought of
or talked about
just hurled

statements made, protests registered
silence them all
just blame the sun

blame the son
for he is everything else but that
and waves red flags

and revolts,
revolting!

vanish

? where have all the good words gone
? where have all the good words
? where have all the good
? where have all the
? where have all
? where have
? where
?

ipod...

in wildly weirdly random play mode - brilliance at its best - cloudy (s&g) follows paranoid (b.s)

oh-ho-ho!