They could have been you and me.

They were just sitting

In an idyllic corner of a street

In the warmth of a car

Held together in the momentary escape

A conversation provides.

They could have been you and me,

Our faces, our thoughts

Our aspirations, our dreams.

Boom

A tiny pull of a trigger

Cost two lives,

A world of dreams collapsed

The earth stopped a little.

They did not know

it was going to end

This cosmic comedy

They did not know

it was the last meal

This strange supper

They did not know

it was the last visit

To the abode of books

They did not know

it was the last few words

This melancholic conversation

Under the pitter patter

Of last night’s drizzle

They could have been you and me,

Our last supper, our last words,

Our broken dreams, our futile lives. 

Misc.

Misc. 1.

You give of me

In subtle tones

Passionately colouring your soul.

Before black and white

Now the colour of my heart.

Misc. 2. 

Centuries have passed, in memories of you

Strange now it feels

Of lives in remembrance

forty tiresome years of searching

for the taste of nectar

Symphonies of pain,

fading out in sorrow.

Misc. 3.

Packs are jumbled,

Odds levelled.

In this mighty ocean,

A small grain of dust

Meets another small grain

and there is a thunderstorm.

Misc. 4.

A single word remain on my lips

Accept it as your own and give it a language

A new one, born of your blood and soul

Let the new language be your dreams and my hopes

Let the language be you and the word me.

Misc. 5.

Inside your cocoon I reside

Warm in the love of your broken heart,

Trapped in your web without wings to fly

My face, a shadow of your flightless soul.

the mortal dead

No, by all means stay

I cannot bear to see you

Walk out of the citadel

Lay bare my weaknesses

On the altar of the pointing finger.

You will leave behind

A thirsting heart

A morose, living dead

There will be no after;

The past will succumb

Into memories,

A little strewn here,

A few photos there.

I may not have been kind,

Or, even given you

The last drop of water

To satiate the longing

I may not have been warm,

Accepting you 

For your creases,

Yet, know

You will forever be my

Favourite corner

In the broken alley

Which now lie scattered

Alongside the graves of

The mortal dead.