Questions

There are times when I see myself
Doing all the Usual Things.
Always hoping for something more
But it's mostly disappointing.

It's like there's a big question mark
perpetually painted on my curious face.
My train of thought, my dreams- all constant
Save for the varying time and place.

Everything needs its time to grow
No point relying on the first impression.
The answers are lying everywhere
We only need to as the right question.

And I find myself wondering
Can I ever break out of this endless circle?
And find a place to breathe?
Break the chain, erase the question mark
And sail away to dreams?

A Little Thing Called Life

You wake up with a sad face, all cold
Your blanket lying comfortably on the floor.
Sure you're young, you're thirty-one
But your mind and heart won't make it too long.

With that lawsuit and alimony to pay, you're lucky you're still alive
And still managed to have a place of your own
After the havoc-wreaking storm had everything out of control.

You walk coyly to the end of the room- it's raining outside,
Put your hand against the window only to find
That the view from up there was bulldozed to nothing
For another skyscraper to be constructed.
Another score for technology while nature is dying
Just like your enthusiasm for life.

Yet funnily you still find a laugh out of
This little thing called life.
Self-deprecating judgment is the only friend you have
And Sarcasm like a life-jacket letting you survive.

You stare at the paper, somehow wishing
That you see your own name in the obituaries.
Why wouldn't you
When even your coffee machine hates you?

But you're a fighter. You'll pull through.
Not that you have a choice, though.
This little thing called life-
Unless it wants, it won't leave you.

View from the Burning Room

The house is in flames and you set it afire
For reasons only for you to know.
Now, the higher the flames rise
the more they feed your ego.

Burn everything down, just let the room live.
So you could watch the world outside
From a safe distance
Untouched by everything
For you only wish to dream.

What made you gaze upon the clouds
When even memories float away?
Like the smoke that came from the fires
That gave it all away.

Fired up, all in flames
Everything's gone
But there's no black box for you to save
All that your life was built on.

Now you hold your banners
To save your soul.
Even Morse Code, but to no avail
No one can help you now
To save you from your burning hell
You built for yourself.

Somewhere Else

So we find ourselves giving in
To another stone we turn into a belief.
In search of that truth we want to hear
Relying on things more than we need.

If walls had ears, would you speak to them?
Let go of your angst and your soul
In search of a voice so long been unknown?

It's time you took a stand
And directed your faith somewhere else
That''ll bring you closer to yourself.

I'll need a hand to help me through
To save me from my fall.
A hand on my shoulder to pat on my back
Not the one to push me through the wall.

It's time I took a stand
And directed my faith somewhere else
For our prayers to be heard and wishes fulfilled
We need to face ourselves.

House of Cards

I'm building myself a house of cards
A Palace, if you please.

I keep building fearfully
As I ascend each level
Afraid it might fall down
And destroy my haven.

Why then do you want to blow it away,
Shatter the walls of my safe place?

Hearts and Diamonds
Clubs and Spades,
Bricks and walls
That I have laid.

Till you open the window panes
And blow it all away.

I'm building myself a house of cards
A Palace, if you please.

Until you let it be...

Showtime

There's no point in fearing the curtain call
Your magic will steal the show,
Shine through the faces that gaze at you
At the height of your majestic glow.

And yet you peer through the blinds
Overwhelmed by the thousand faces you see
With my face among all the smiles,
Enjoying my anonymity.

But once the spotlight hits your face
It'll be over before you even know.
All eyes will disappear behind the lights
And you'll be dancing all alone.

Play tricks with your sorcerer's charm,
Dance your way with your ballerina's grace.
With your eyes closed, dance away
Till you waltz to another time and place.

And if you happen to decide on walking away
Let me know when you're about to leave.
For the show must still go on
But I can still save you a seat.

Etymology

And I stood there beneath the red sky
Held by the laws that define our lives
A lullaby for the eyes
With the stars and the sun
Re-aligned.

The mental pictures have been gathering dust since
Untitled, waiting to be forgotten.

And the clouds floating above gave a bit of comfort
Hiding the thunders that waited to crack the grounds
Shaped like pieces of a puzzle still unsolved,
Craving for something new to be found.

They'll soon be all forgotten
Like all things without a name.

And I stood there, speechless
Trying to register the visions
Overjoyed all that I had seen
If only I could find the right word
To describe the way I could feel.

What you see is what you feel
The only difference is the irony.
Eyes can name what the mind fails to read
And you run out of words when you're most in need.