'Ruse of falling stars'

What does the heart want?
Is it the hurt of a reach lost?
A world anew or the fact that it was long lost?
The past haunts, runs amok like frost giants,
In this world of my fragmented past,
It is a light and I became to be the match burnt out.

If a lantern wobbled its flame, would my gush blow it out?
Would my treason reason with me tonight instead?
The moments that once lived and lasted;
Would the heart reignite it back to life again?
With a genie’s touch, I became the morbid lost years,
Dark was the night always, but my fears morphed with the sunrays!

A dystopia or a world weaved in its ripples?
A peep, a chapter or the reflections marauding a whiskey’s paint?
The things that it wanted are now poison in my veins.
A running gauntlet, an executioner’s chopping block,
the noose of a hangman or in the sleep of a less tired,
would the reels play it slow for once? Say, freeze me a frame?

I wear a sweater knit of memory lapses,
would the winds of change be for once kind instead?
Million smiles, all gets buried when the heart sees its epithet,
“Here lies a kindle hearted who never knew what his heart wanted”

Shadows and thieves

Innuendo I - a fragment, the past helped build,

Coming of age and the boyish charm I was of frisked,

Beats that I now listen to and the songs I left behind...

Is it good, touch of a life that feels like it has been?

A bag slinged, a smile on and the shoes like they have run,

The roads I see, still remains. Day after day and I look away.

Breaking in and shaping up, someday, I will grow a smirk,

Your chalice would touch my cup. Drinks will spill and I would be a puff.

Tiptoes in the dark, the bitter fragments of the past,

A thief sneaks in. His marauding gaze seeks the golden gleam.

There is music in his pockets and dance in his footsteps.

He is shrouded in smoke, jiggered like I was on pills.

Black as in stark, confident with each hours of the dark...

On the bed, with a horse shoe smile, I lie in comatose & he sees:

In the years that I have seen, I have been a smile, a tale unseen…

Will you do nothing if I was a current and the river took me away?

If the reach was high, would you pull me in or should I lean?

The clinks of gold & that priceless smile,..

What was once the world for me, lies in the attic.

Beneath the dust and for the things that escaped the rust,

Tonight, I am visited by the happy mid-nighter!!