I'd like to dream in vermillion and fuschia Paint rhythms in my mind, grow warmer to the waves But these hands, they can tear the most fragile creations Even though it may not seem so. I'd like to ruminate over the tendrils of time Bit by bit, all of it's intricate meshes But this soul, it takes pride in blissful ignorance Even when the heart says no. Sometimes I dream with my eyelids Sometimes, I don't have the right track Except for occasional bursts of vermillion and fuschia Always I dream in black. 

Her voice is like crackers on a quiet night Every atom in my body shudders as she laughs. I lie by her shapely mouth outlined against the moon and I know that she's the noor of my eyes, the woman of my soul. I feel like she will save that soul which doesn't beg to be saved, and she will heal those eyes which don't need healing, after all. And yet when she will trace the contours on my face with her slender fingers, even the moon will watch, by this very window. Her mouth is a casket every word, a Jewel. And as she speaks her astonishing, crackling language the words wrap themselves around my ears, my neck, binding my hands together. It's a bond I don't want to break This is a night for my soul. And with every passing moment I wish for her to keep speaking, I wish for her to keep breathing. It is me who hasn't let go of a single breath, Hoping for her to love me again Even if she does not see me.

Through your painted walls There comes a shining It hits the stained glass and gazes in fury Casting over me a green shed. Out beyond your little talks Lies my bewildering whisper It ends with a whimper And you say you didn't hear? Eyes that wondered about the precision of your blunders and the heart that sank into the volume of your tresses Look at me and say nothing. Can't you read it on my face, can't you feel it in my skin? I tremble in the waves you conquer I shudder when you love me for longer If paint fails you, I will rise from it.

Jude To lure was on the nape of her neck Drops of fire slid down her waist The taps of the tango set the mood Such was the sensuality of Jude. To desire is evil, she said with a smirk She was a liar, far away from chaste Embracing darkness in it's cover and nude Such was the sensuality of Jude. Primavera Gliding along the waves of infinity She doesn't swim, she doesn't drown Her feet belong to a different era Such is the beauty of Primavera. Smiling in the heavens of the unknown She doesn't dim, she doesn't frown Her voice is mightier than the opera Such is the beauty of Primavera. 

If you knew You'd know just enough To believe me when I said I'll come back home. That all the dreams I spoke of Were not tall tales And all the smiles we shared Were bright enough for my days. If you knew You'd know just enough To not question my temperament And let me sail for sometime. You'd know that I didn't need a hand to hold Or a pillar of support But you'd know just enough To linger on anyway. You'd not debate with or fight me With every opportunity And make me feel at fault For something I couldn't help You wouldn't blame me for being indifferent Immune to your concerns, ignorant too For you'd know I had a whirlpool within me And you'd know you simply had to remind me of You To pull me through, part by part Without expectation Because I didn't expect from you Nor did I ever accuse you For I knew too much to ever raise a finger I knew enough to let you be. If you knew You'd know just enough To...

I'll love you for the rainy days The rush that came with darkness Exhilarating your skin, filling your hair With depth Light rain, a heavier you I never knew where to dump What you couldn't contain.

What does one get Waiting, arms stretched wide For raindrops The clouds are not in the sky The clouds aren't there at all. The arms remain, the palms hope. What is hope, then Is it any different From creating clouds? More rain. But Never did rain harm Rain just knew one thing It had to fall, so It fell, knowing not whom upon Or where, road or marshland Wanted or unwanted It fell, not knowing what it did It knocked on doors, formed tributaries On window panes Extinguished thirst, inspired poetry Destroyed oil lamps, facilitated growth And then It submitted itself with old friends Puddle of joy and mirth With an open invitation To feet and boats.