Love can be a Sandcastle on the beach of Life

where the Dreamer seems stronger than the Engineer

but fate lies with the Moody Tide

to prove the Dream as a possible fact

or an

Engineered plan that claims fact under fiction !

Just as a Truth distorted is more blamed

paired against a White Lie !

Come December

Come December and it would be a date to remind you

of a Face in the Crowd

that arrested you for a second

and turned it into a Lifetime...
while i would be wiping the frost

on the window of my Icy Castle

to draw those eyes

that gave me a Limpid Pool,

to drown my fears and sail a boat

with and against the strongest winds !

Personal lava

I marked the Stars,connected the dots,drew My picture and framed it in my eyes. A volcano busted far below,threw it's ashes high above.It couldn't burn me.....it cannot...but spit a few smokerings on my picture trying to turn it Grey and I decide...Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust......if you can't...should I must ?

Mosaic of dreams

...n i wish to smoothen the eneven surface of your fears
and wipe itto shine like a Mosaic,of your dreams
on a Marble floor so clear...that it reflects
the skies overhead and thus bringing it
to your feet !

The state of Being

Unsaid words...unposted letters
My state of being is like your Blood in my veins
Is it an event...is it a chain?
Season of Love is how deserts miss the rains!

Umbrella

And I would brush a tear on your eyelash, with my fingertip
and blow it away in the summersky
with a wish for it to return within a cloud
and fall on your hair as a raindrop
to remind you of me, as you walk
with an umbrella of memories...under a dark sky
brightened by a Lightning...so dazzling
but so short.

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