Slow Poison

Is Life a Slow Poison !?
Then who took My life?
I'm surely not here...between what throbs In here!
I have wondered away ,like smoke...leaving behind
My ashes...of an abstract entity, cemented in
my room in Oblivion

Injecting Time!

The act of seperation is...like a needle on my skin
Injecting Time...like a sedative doze of sleep
that gives birth to the same repeated dreams,
that uproots my self but buries me deep

Are you ?

Are you a Mirage...or a Mirror...reflecting against the Sun ?
Are you a Shadow...or a Silhoutte...rising daily...with the setting Sun ?

Reflect the Life in the pools of your eye...
Uncover the Truth...beneath the giftwrapped lies !

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 !