Am i?

Am I the Phoenix ? Will I rise ?
Let me first die to create some ashes for me...
My journey today or the odessey post the end,
A treasure hunt but no maps for Me !

Replicas

We are the replicas of our own source ! We are the Blueprints of a vast design for a megacomplx creation. We are in a 3D dream ! When we Leave from here....we will Live from there ! We exist here in the Third Dimension...but our Source lies elsewhere. It communicates to us...In our subconcious ! We feel the Touch...though undefined.

Jet Black Flood

As I stare at the whitescreen, waiting with a thought
and the thought remains chained, to a friend called...Swat

The fleeting seconds take a shape that's worth a wait
but I can't wait long,just enough to trust my fate

As the Net takes me on a journey,enroute to the distant miles
I wish the Inbox is flooded,with the Sender and her smiles

But as the night outside my window is so dark and cold
My wishes are'nt granted, I wish she did as I told

Share a snap of one face, and her one hundred moods
A Smile, a laughter, or a thought captured to brood

As the ticks flicker onscreen to a time called Late
she keeps me tied to a waterline of Love and Hate

"Invite' comes the text,to a window that's more like a door
a doorway to glee , where you keep coming back for more

I look at her face,and hey , vanish do the miles
and I think, wow, wish she used more of a thing called Smile !

Maybe she guessed,maybe she read,but something raised the level of my blood
she let loose the band that held ,what some call hair...and I call the Jet Black Flood

Hellooo....it's Me !

I can't be by your side, 2000 miles is so long a stride
yet let megive a try,being a Face in the crowd ...with a smile
I'd be the whistle in the breeze,entering yourwindow with rays
The breeze might pass in a flash,so let me be something that stays

I prefer to linger like a memory, a frozen moment in the space called Time!
If I can't adorn the speed of the wind,let me be..... Your WindChime

Some years down the line, we might be someplace...out of sight
And when you're waiting for his phone call,and a dinner for two tonight

Few moments might drag,waiting for the doorbell to ryhme...
a little gush of wind...you'll turn and sway to find
Present by the window, and yet nowhere in sight
my face in darkness, but My Helloooo in the WINDCHIME !

All my moments with you

They defy destiny,horoscopes,logic...all my moments with you
Yet they were written, yet they rose from the debris of hope
and the ashes of banal existence
All my moments with you
pulsate like fireflies ,
in a dark moonless forest
you can hear the river gush,memories have a dreamrun
in cracked smiles and misty eyes
unwritten in dates and history
All my moments with you write their own eternity
forgiving calenders for being too predictable.

Are you lonesome....tonight?

Are you lonesome tonight? I wonder if you're lonesome tonight. You know, someone said the World's a stage and we must play our parts. Fate had me playing with you as my sweetheart.Act One was when we met...you read your lines so cleverly and never missed a cue.Then came Act Two...using the change you acted strange and why, I've never known. But honey, you'd lied (Did you ?) when you said you loved me and I had no cause to doubt.But I'd rather go on hearing your lies then goin on living without you !
Now the stage is bare and I'm standing there with, emptyness all around me. And if you won't come back to me...they can bring the curtain down.

Are you lonesome tonight?

One day I wrote her name upon the strand

One day I wrote her name upon the strand,

But came the waves and washed it away:

Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.

Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalize!

For I myself shall like to this decay, And eek my name be wiped out likewise.

Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise

To die in dust, but you shall live by fame: My verse your virtues rare shall eternize,

And in the heavens write your glorious name;

Where, whenas death shall all the world subdue,

Our love shall live, and later life renew.

Edmund Spenser