cradle

three butterflies and the wind
a new day dawns
starving for the truth
i am one step closer
can hear the perfect song
playing in my head
the velvet clock screams goodbye
as i head out for the day
photograph memories
keep on reminding me
of the days we spent together
i rush through people
not wanting to get anywhere
i would be lying if i say
it means nothing to me
you are the thoughts
inside this maze of mind
plugging my emotions
playing your voice inside
i am just chasing time again
on an endless day
so rush to me baby
let me be your cradle for a while

Supernova

how many times do people change ?
strange little things with no name
together for life you were
all alone, the coming tide
like a fool you stood all along
only to sing a lonely song.

how many times do expressions change ?
the hugs and kisses look so lame
plastic smiles on porcelains
beat-less heart being entertained
to you it looked all firm and true
but the wave got it all unglued.

how many times do the calender burn ?
to again throw up the same days
nothing going right save the nightmares
you suddenly fill the chill
its the face in the photo frame
it soothes you like a good wine.

how many times do you dream about ?
lay awake hearing the voices
there is no cure for a heartburn
but for a longing heart
you know you are thinking right
so take my hand and come undone.

I am your Supernova
you got to look up into the sky

still waiting.....

the tide is turning
running over the beat less clock
across the barbed wire
lay a waiting pair of eyes
green emeralds. tired. dried.
eyes that lay open
in the darkness of day
and have never closed
in the hopeful nights
still waiting.....
the animosity is a bygone
claim the suited bureaucrats
the have signed the dotted
'peace treaty' they call the miracle
guns have fallen silent
deaf
thats what they are
they cant hear the cries
the howling of the mad
victims of a blast they are
more dead now, than they ever were
gunshots still match the heartbeat
'peace treaty' they call it
still waiting......
if words are to be believed
toy soldiers will go away
miracle will come true
vegetables will replace landmines
spouting a greener tommorow
not the bloody present
hatred will be given a burial
barbed wire 'll be booted down
distance will merge
she will get to see
whom the emerald eyes are straining for
the miracle will indeed come true
till then
still waiting......