Purloined thoughts

Keep quiet
open the windows
duck below
there is a lesson
there is a lesson
to be learnt.

He is a shadow
he can never be alone.
but is dark.
He's a broken star
He's a blinded star
mend him please.

She is a lore
Her children are bore
They go to slumber
as she remembers
herself
herslef
listen to her please.

She is so fine
marble skin washed in wine.
He drools at someone else
She waits alone, never tells
her heart is broken
her heart is broken
kiss her please.

I am in here
with blank stares
closed corners
confining borders
take me out in open
bring me out in open
leave me there please.

Oblique...for it is too late (or too early)

As I grow old
I become less mystic to myself.
My shine is lost.
I am getting engulfed in whirlpool
spitted out of dream.

And I can see you
swirling in,
laughing
or smiling.
It is too fast, hard to tell difference.

But do I know you?

I am not irritated.
For I don't want more than much.
I am singing a song maybe
but hell, the same song, a lot of people have sung.

But what if I hum a different tune.
what if it is the one which only I hum.
or beat the drum like ...dum da dum dum.
whats the difference, if I am one of thousands or alone.
whether I stand in the front or the last one in the queue.
Among many or enchanting few.

Is it a start or the dying end.
Tell tell me dear friend.

For look at this huge land
I need to cover this.
But only till the sun shine.
And I slept when it was dark.
I dint see the sun rise.
and now the sun is red.

tell, have I slept too much
or too less?
Tell me have the battle begun?

For I can see only a red sun.
For all I can see is a red sun.

May be it's time. I am done.
May be it's time. should I run?

Maybe it's time.
maybe.....