A Song, Unfinished.

The cool wind slaps your face,
Irrespective of that you quicken your pace.
Eyes searching, head bent low,
Your gait as fluid as the water’s flow.

Where are you headed, my fair lady?
All covered up, looking rather shady.
Is that a smirk that I read on your lips?
Or just a play of shadows from the way your hat tips?

The swaying tress respond with sighs and groans
To the blowing wind’s occasional moans.
Your eyes look up to see the glowing moon,
While your ears listen to the nocturnal beasts croon.

Ah! Now I see that moon-warmed face –
So perfect, so pretty – I’m all in a daze…
But unfortunately, the moon didn’t capture your attention for long,
And so you looked away before I could finish this song.



A door opens, opens often,
To a dark place, full of noise.
Unfocused, uneasy, chaotic -
A territory known, yet strange.

Falling, falling,
A flicker of light.
Short-lived, like a dream,
Perpetual like one.

Questions, answers, all mismatched -
The Why with the Who,
The What with Because -
Closure, (sigh) a distant thought.

Black & White is just a sham,
Just another shallow consolation.
There is nothing like that -
There is only grey. Confusion.

Unpleasant memories,
Pleasant ones too,
Trigger a downward spiral,
Towards a ditch deep enough to drown.

Does this make sense to you?
Because I cannot make any.
Do you hear me screaming?
Or is the noise overwhelming?

Exasperated or plain miserable?
Too indecisive to know.
Am I doing enough or am I not?
Clueless and still, maybe I know…

This place I come to,
I’d rather forget -
‘Cause no matter how much I try,
I, almost always, fail to escape it.