Lost...and found??

No. Not a big fan of lost.
But ya,big fan of floyd...you would figure that out...


And i m torn again...just like that??
The bar high,more than that twisted,
Between my good and the ugly heart,
a little lost,for the dream just burst.


There I go again,in the self destruct mode,
Losing sight of finish line,right after lap one,
But still,I take that path,that rough,rugged road,
For I know,it wont be dark for long,as I stare into that shining sun...

Lost for words...

Ok.So what if its a Floyd song.Just a bit of inspiration :P
And so what if Words have become a recurring motif in my posts...

And they just got lost,
like those naughty kids,
not listening,not understanding,
rushing away,leaving me,amidst silent frost.

Like a vessel,boiling,but sealed lids,
Not letting you vent,smothering the shouts,
But surprisingly,it is ok with your system,
Or is it,deep unfelt blows,those deadly bids.

If only you were there,still talking,
Words would not had deserted,absconded,
Wouldn't be groping in dark,at loss of words,
If only you were there,they would be back,out of their hiding...

A million little pieces..

Kept it waiting for far too long...


Faces,staring at me,from million little pieces,shattered,
Potraying perfect distortions,that mirror,battered.

Dillicult to pick those pieces,with sharp shards strewed,
Attempt to glue them up,bloody futile (literally),my image,incomplete,askew.

Voice from those pieces,sharp,cacophonous,chaotic,
Trying hard to decipher them all,most of them mine,but distant,robotic.

Unable to put back together,those fractions of my whole,
Angry,I stamp over,crushing them fine,and they move apart,like those opposite poles...