THE SKY BURNS BLUE

To be able to look at your smile
And not feel the frozen fire coursing through my veins
Is impossible…
The unparalleled feeling of non-existence,
Like the world has stopped the second you enter a room
And everyone in the room has ceased to exist
It’s you in the spotlight of the sun and my soul that drinks
In your presence.
Every time I inch close to you
My inner demon smiles…
Thinking it has found a place to harbor.
I silence my demons as you never get close enough
To sense my darkness.


A simple touch of thought ignites the mind into flames. 
The thought ignites;
The touch will destroy everything in its path,
It takes no prisoners.
Slowly melancholy fills the space and leaves nothing
To trace.
From the rooftops they scream
“Irrationality”,
“Impossibility”,
“Hurt is what will remain”
It is not without this knowledge did I fall
Into your complexity.
So I stand there
Smiling at their ignorance…


All the music in the world
Fails to help me survive.
There is but one sound I want to hear.
It is the sound of your dreams,
Inching closer to mine.
They say it takes courage
To dedicate your conscience to a person.
 No, it is not an act of courage!
Showing your naked heart
To the person who has tempted your senses, well…
That takes courage!


Everything that has captured my attention stands mum.
The swirling winds will be your glances towards me
That escaped in the air and hit my being
Like the words hit the mind!
 I stand clearly at the edge of insanity!
I stand waiting at the edge to fall into your arms,
To escape into your dreams!


 Every second of longing that is impossible to string into words!
Every instance of proximity that is inhumanely irresistible!
 Every chance of clarity that I have chosen to ignore!
 Every moment of those macabre crooked smiles that I treasure will come back to kill me
When I am alone.  
Yet I choose to fall into this chasm.


The way you make me believe in myths
I condemned once
Is the way the wind sways and rocks the ship,
Slowly and unknowingly
Pulling the ship to its will.
 When the wind plays innocent, the ship just smiles.
When the moment arrives,
When I can no longer hold your thought
Where will this tenuous memory subside to?
 Will the object of relentless desire be bestowed upon?
As a thing of the past?
 Will I fade from your books?
 Questions are best answered by time.
 But I have got one that can be answered by you,
If I fall head first at your smile…......
Will you catch me in your dreams?
                                                                                                                              Indu