Wait-Listed

Sometimes

The window blows open just half

Slicing your shadow into two

Creating moist hazel strokes on your wall

And you wonder, Is it not day yet?

Sometimes

The song you left unfinished

Curses you in your dreams

And you start wondering

What was it you’d been dreaming about?

Sometimes

When you find yourself fading

And waning in bright beady light

You feel assaulted by spring blooms

All the poets, song-lords, word-gods,

They fail you,

They perish once and for all,

You fail them

Sometimes

The candle doesn’t give you light enough

But it scorches you, blisters you where you were aqua

Sometimes the roses and the wispy lilies

They smell of annihilation, of death

Sometimes

The greatest of promises fade

Prayers in carnages of un-fulfillment

Attempt feeble resurrection

But they lack the scaffold

Faith in an empty soul-mansion

Sometimes

One gets caught in the storm, drenched

Even with an umbrella

Sometimes

The sea leaves you thirsty

The sea leaves you dry

Sometimes

Smiles and laughter make you cry

You cry, and you don’t know why

Sometimes

The phoenix gets trapped

In its own ashes

Sometimes

The phoenix has to BURN…

The phoenix must Burn…