It’s like going back in time
To the places you’ve been before
But this time they are bereft of people
Empty of action
Silent in words
And there I see the ghosts of our past
Walking down the cobbled alleys
I see them smiling, fighting, eating, drinking
It’s a yellow town
And a white lie
It’s a rocky coast
And a sea with salt from my eyes
It was the shortest of lives
And the deepest of all
To this place I will return
Without choice or effort
It’s here that I saw beyond myself
And fell into the abyss that you seem now
I might have clambered up the slippery walls
Into what the world believes is real. Practical.
My soul wanders the yellow town
Alone in the past.
While the world assumes its focal point to be someplace,
The real events unfurl elsewhere
In the peripheries of eyes, just round the corners
Pitched battles over pitchfork issues
Come to a close when the Sun’s gone behind the lantana bushes
To scorch ground and sinews on the otherside of an ending.
We think it’s over, when it hasn’t even begun;
We think we are dead, when we haven’t even been concieved;
We fear we are losing, when they haven’t even begun taunting;
We decide we are the ones moving, when the Earth turns one last time.
It was a bad dream.
A whirlwind tousling hair;
And underneath a neon glare
She cast shadows around.
Yet they weren’t hers…
Then, the nooses slithered unto her,
Tying knots so intimate.
She prayed for power;
And heeded, her prayers bestowed
In place of her feeble hands.
They ate away at the folds
Each knot followed,
Famishing her; satiating the
Hands so giant.
Lighter than ever, she felt
Lesser knots tying her down
To this earthly presence
Of undecided end.
To the remaining knots
‘You shall be undone too…
I shall taste freedom,
I shall die’
Nobody would believe my
Dearth of brilliance
Nobody would know my
Set, practiced lines
Nobody would feel my
Lack of inspiration
Nobody would hear me swear
In filthy bursts
Nobody. Not even you.
When all you ever did
Was hold conversations in your head.
Conversations, which if heard outside,
Can leave you nobody
To converse with.