IF TEARS COULD TALK AND HEARTS COULD WRITE



If tears could talk and hearts could write
on the pages of life that you painted white
What would they say? What would they write?
Something wrong and partly right
They would speak of that night
the first kiss
the wild hair
the fright
the blossoms of love
the untamed caress
the first sight
the longing ,the pain
the veil that was white
Yes,they would write about that night


If tears could talk and hearts could write
Space is left but volumes to cite
The rain, the fight
the trust , the promises
that vanished with the night
The cube with the heart
shattered by the dart
The memoirs , the words
you still couldnt part
Deep down the river
the letters that you hide
Why cant you give them up ??
Are you waiting for your bide??

Yes they would write
About the hands that held
the eyes that cried
Your reticent pretence
that drowned with the tide
Everytime you confessed
was everytime you lied
If only tears could talk and hearts could write......

MY ETERNAL STRIFE



AND here i go again
with a tired nib
and a withered page
The same old daemon
with a new found rage
Kneeling all alone
in the NECROPOLIS of dreams
that were once alive.
Walking , talking colourful whims
Fantasies that were too dead
surviving on an oxygen tent
A future with an unmendable dent
a heart,wounded by surreal deception
and a soul with a rent......

AND here i go again
fall hard on my face
i break,i slash,i bleed
but the tears have dried
within that seed
that will never find
the humus of life
Cut into pieces by your lies-sharpened knife
Dying on a prayer
is my eternal strife....