He's a lonely man, spends his nights in midst of death, Restless he senses the voices, in his dreams he is afraid. Each repressed thoughts, their schemes he doesn’t know, He looks for words, meaning of which perished long ago.
He feels the echoes, on the same plane as him, Thousands of souls walk the night, in light so dim. Stars lit the night, as meteors wash the world ablaze, Violet haze fills the void and tears drop from his face.
He caught a glimpse, in his dreams, Of thinly woven strings, Of thousand wings unfurling. ...
A traveller walks the mountain path for days on end, Through ancient storms he senses the coming of spring. The winter air fuels a rage & leaves shreds of wings, Inside him he feels the longing of mountain.
Days of happiness drifts away in lingering cold, Hibernates the weak of nature in a lake so old. Protects every soul with warmth for coming of life, Descents a man with touch of bliss in reprise.
A mountain sage waits for spring in cold forever, Beneath the lake I immerse my soul in depth of winter.
I sometimes think, What it means, A fool in disaster, Bygone the age of elder. Hoping for transcendence, Am I in regress? Looking in dull moments, A thought of remembrance. A concept of, Fear in me, Lapse of moment, In uncertainty.
A ghost in me, Roams the world, Why I sold my soul, To have another? And to get to, Answer that question, The end would be close, Delayed disaster. If I could...
Do you remember the day we first met? I ran amidst the scorching summer heat, And a sudden shrill came to my ears. As if the silent ebbing flow of water, That was disrupted suddenly, Stopped to show an act of bravery.
And if tomorrow, you & I will be gone, Please don't ever let go, These fingers that slightly touch you. And as we shared our frozen breaths, The snow melted slowly and slowly. And on those dreamlike days, You were smiling, always smiling.
Come with me to dream of sleepless nights, To bid farewell to the leaves that wither, Under this dust filled sky. To talk of water gathering in a stagnant pool, And when the emotions come rushing in, It's something that disappears within. Something that makes the world serene, And the sky talks of memories I can't explain.
Come with me to sail a ship through infinite blues, As droplets of red stains the coral shore, The backdoor of eyes open to stare at that sight. Everything is rendered silent, And the horizon...
Caressed remains of memories intertwined, Grace stained in shards that would remind. And if his eyes harbored burnished sights, Silvered were the days of yearning mind.
The sadness of being tainted longs for nothing, The sun sets helplessly with a guilt every morning. Maybe it's never too late to know what you believe, Even if nighttime consolation is something you could never redeem.
He never knew what he believed in, Still he kept running and running. An advent of pain in death's wake. He knew the...