And the scream was whisper to you

Intentional resentments and lovely blames is what I cherish now,
Exhausted glances turned the rainbow dark, but I crawled.


Pathless boat tearing apart the colossal tides, such a beautiful irony it is,
I will crash someday with an island, warmed with your memories.


A homeless Lama looking for Nirvana was born.
Slipped from the canyon, his fancies tottered.
Love was Nirvana and I was the Lama.


Neither the sun shone again nor my house got painted,
Guitar never felt the fingers, Records never got played…


I tried, I cried… I ran, I screamed.
Maybe my memories were ample and yours were few
This might explain why the scream was whisper to you…..

My dilemma at 2 am

Is this my emptiness or am i really out of cigarettes,
Asleep is the watchman outside and the inmates inside...

Part of me staring the moon and another part musing about you,
Coffee on the stove, Guitar in hand and few drops of water that the rain threw...

Numbness is what I fight through with a glass of wine,
Paying for your smile here I play this song under the stars that dimly shine...

Is this the hour of need or just my misery or just a theme of greed?
Appears the pain from the cloud, where you vanished, and hunts me till i bleed...

Shall i go out in the woods or wait near the highway,
Or just shuffle your pics in my cam says My Dilemma at 2 am...