The purple run

She walks down the isle

Wearing purple expressions on her sleeves.

She stores her precious memories in a bottle

The bottle explodes with fury.

Her shoes help her to run afar

She discovers the galaxy in her lap.

* Inspired by Coldplay's song Paradise.

Goodbye!

Fly me to the brightest star

and watch me fade into the night sky.

Feels like Home

Take me away from here..
Pamper me gently...
Tease me wild...

Come take a peek into my world..
Roll in laughter...
Writhe in confusion...

Dance with me tonight...
Lets feel each other close...
and weave fascinating fables for tomorrow..

Too many thoughts!

Lately, I have been counting my pleasures and my woes
and the discoveries have been quite interesting!

A brown feather comforts my not so-old window sill
Inside my room there's a smell of confidence and indifference.

My haphazard furnitures exude indolence
while my bookshelf craves for tenderness.

My mirror reflects a thousand colours
but my face soaks up the excess tints.

I stand alone, my guitar by my side.
I stay calm killing my innermost anguish.

Nonsense

And you sprinkle your cinnamon dust
which lays across my purple meadow.

And you leave behind your crystal ball
which shows me a glimpse of your mind.

And I run to the distant woods
there, I re-unite with my violet moods.

The Blue Glass- Finale

The musician blows the trumpet hard.
Jazz spirit fills the room.
I see hope and content in people's eyes.
My crimson glass has come to bid me goodbye.
She has a blue hue somewhere and I don't like it.
She gives me a cruel smile and makes me feel
hollower than ever.

I lie in a different canvas today.
I am supposed to act important too.
The frame has only me and I wear the
silliest yet the most fulfilled expression.
I am a man in love today but my muses
have run away. Black magic is my trump card now.

The Blue Glass- Chapter IV

Crimson glass exists in a secluded corner.

She is pale but divine. She wears a calm mask to

hide all her worries and fears.

Her strength is her laughter. 

She can bring joy to the grimmest castle 

within a flash.

She is precious to me and to the world as well.

I can't hold her too long,

Shackles squeeze out all her happiness.

She wants me, she wants me alone

but i feel Blue.

You should know that Crimson glass

is my imagination. She lives in my world.

A world which is inside me. But she is not trapped like me.

My crimson glass can wander about but returns everytime I am in pain.