No Regrets, None
The foundation of it all is shaking
I can hear the floor rattling
yet I don't want to dig my heels
and make it stable, nah! worse stil..
I seek you out tonight
And yet, am scared to talk to you
'coz I'm a li'l liquid headed my friend
Don't want my thoughts to pour out to you.
When this flow of music stops,
we'll still have the warmth of silence, where words are unnecessary.
Beyond the realms of rhythms and notes, rights and wrongs,
let it have a free life, and the freedom to die.
Unasked questions don't get answered
They just hover in the air-
Death By Circles
All my words come cloaked in similar colored garbs
It's time to change the ink I guess, or the ink pot.
Oh but, this is blood I'm writing with,
Mischievous Little Imps
Mornings come to me with your thoughts in tow,
Vague, fleeting, half-formed thoughts you know!
I often wonder if they are a continuation of a dream,
Like a song interrupted by a far placed scream.