Caveman

With those shaking legs, he stood,
Crawling from within the ashes, he perused,
Fettered to the ashes, inhibiting in that lonely cave,
Sun bore the crimson ruby right above his head,
His silhouettes crafted upon the wall,
His legs swathed in fire, his head cloaked in smoke,
For his dawn was the glistening ruby,
And his dusk were his muffled silhouettes.

Somehow, be it will, force, or just luck,
The flames hushed, the chains were undone,
He walked his first steps out of the cave,
Trying to catch the vision, and peacefully exhale,
Intense glaring ruby burned his new-born eyes,
With his head held down, he continued,
Abstaining himself from the colors, he looked for the greys,
His life was still stuck between ruby, and now, growing silhouettes.

Watching them turn and twist within themselves,
He endured this new endless cave,
Grasping the images, the memory bore a little action,
New possibilities, new hope was awakened,
For he mastered in learning from the shadows,
Grey showing colors, and beauty born from ashes,
No matter how radiant the ruby glistened over his head,
He walked with his head held low, perusing from the silhouettes.

Petrified symbols

Breathing white and black, I lay numb,
Petrified symbols start to revolve around my head,
Each one of them recites a story to tell,
Unfolding themselves for us to be overwhelmed,
I close my eyes for a moment, the moment’s gone,
Doorway to past, present or imagination, I succumb,
Far away from the reality, far away from the people,
A colorless world gives color to my universe,
Unheard of, unspoken, yet imagined,
This world brews on me, my inner demons,
However, such world lies within us all,
I’m no different, no different at all.

This world that I speak of, grows within time,
More is added to it, very few are sublime,
Much of it, obscure, lot of it, untraveled,
Such beautiful creations reside, each humbly intimate,
Breathing in white and black, I lay numb,
Petrified symbols start to revolve around my head,
Some are lost, while some forgotten,
Sublime becomes obscure, sunshine becomes darkened,
As this world affects my reality, my sanity, me,
It is a doorway, to make happen all what is desired,
Lost within its beauty, the possibilities, I succumb,
This colorless world gives color to both of my universe.

Moonless

Nothing compares to the desolation of a moonless night,
Standing above this grave, I hold back my memories,
Twenty years, could it be so, or may be thirty,
These wrinkly hands dig the tired soil, six feet deep,
Sleeping alone, you and I, you here rotten within insects,
And I, rotten with visions running in my eyes, rotten by reminiscence.

With each foot dug out, I unravel each degree of separation,
Dust basked chair, now awaits your empty eyes,
Faded smile, worn by scarf, you still look so beautiful,
These memories, a curse, this dark night, a solace,
Unfathomable, unpierced by memories, hope or light,
These words won’t even reach you anymore,
Albeit, your hand fits mine just like yesterday,
Your hand fits mine just like yesterday.

These sounds of silence, these visions of devoid,
Feels warmer with your hand on mine,
This moonless night, this dark sky,
Reminds me of your pretty smile,
Just like yesterday, I feel, albeit, many years may have passed,
In my arms, I wished you’d say something, but you took away the moon and the stars.

Stardust

Those words echoed, resonated repeatedly, “We all are nothing but Stardust”,
His mind captivated, running were his thoughts amidst the cities, and the rust,
From dusk to dawn, laying on the stretch of sand, his eyes pierced the sky,
He watched the colors changing, he watched them born and die,
An endless wonder strayed, roamed across the rivers and roads,
Nobody understood why, why hell was placed so close to heaven,
Like two sides of a coin, hell was just a flip away,
Lines drawn, marked territories, outcasted masquerades,
All were easily visible from where he stood,
The caged cities with the insatiable hunger,
The open dumps with no power, dejected,
Hopeless all stardust was blown into the air,
Weighted legs, enchained throats, cut-off wings, hollow ground,
The river of blood and past, separating two divisions,
All lost within the colors of sky,
The titian red to the black dye,
He stood there with his stray heart, wondering,
Seeking something, finding something,
He cheated at stargazing to look at the world, to look behind,
Where people drew the lines, where the foolish rules abide,
Scarred from the past, hollow promises of the future,
Where many lived like kings, and others seeking their stardust.

Icarus

Enchained, bruised, yet smiling, he stood on the podium of death,
Gazing into the vast horizons of dust, all eyes fixated on him,
He filled the atmosphere with his aura, the crowd, their cheers, their cries,
For he was at the mercy of the executioner, his masters, and their pretty lies,
His face wore his smile persistently, his head held high, eyes shining,
For he was looking beyond the dungeon dug down his feet,
Flock of gulls carrying the east winds across the horizon,
Amidst their journey, they flew, they grew, they looked one,
He was standing, the stage was set, the podium dug, the rope tightened,
Licking his lips with his tongue, he took a deep breath, the crowd now silent,
Worthless could be his deeds, but his words shook the dust,
“All for one and one for all”, he said, while the heads looked confused,
These crippling words resonated inside each head, inside the winds,
Flowing through his mind were the thoughts of his broken dreams,
He fell like a feather torn apart from the beautiful wings,
About to hang in the air, where he once flew, where once he lived,
His body soft like a feather was about to meet the softer hemp,
But his words, like Hermes, carried his burden, carried his Icarus,
Audience watching his deeds wrapped their hands in embrace,
The dreams were to shatter, the hopes were to be disgraced,
For a feather had fallen, yet the wings stood strong,
Carrying their beliefs, carrying their sudden burial of hopes,
They went across the horizons once more, flying, leaving the feather fallen,
Fallen, hung by the hemp, he was melted amidst his legend,
For dreams, hopes, emotions are shattered, are crippled, are broken,
But All for one and one for all, they need to fly for Icarus to be born.