Shrieks.

The low, loathsome,
The hideous, atrocious,
The mad, insane,
The unmasked, accurate.
Eyes behind glasses, glasses inside minds, minds trapped in cages
Cages made of shrieks, shrieks from innocence, innocence of the vulnerable
Vulnerable and fragile, fragile is their sanity.

That yellow night was too quiet. He walked down the road
The dogs were too loud. He walked further
The stairs were too sticky. He climbed up slowly
The doors were locked too early. He stared
They thought he looked too familiar. He let his robe fall.
There were too many shrieks. He smiled.

Lost in wilderness, lost during day
Walked through the bushes, searching for shelter
Under the woods, quiet and silent
To the west going further, riding to the lake
Gray and cold, enters the window, of the Home
Stares at portrait.
The shrieks echoes the mountains.

You mortal. You traitor.

O the window that you hold so tight, the light that you resist.
You owe me still. I'll wait, there is no limit to that.
You think you can travel? You think you can fly through places?
I think you had a big hallucination. Your feet are tied deep to your crazy dream.
The bath that you poured me is drained and is gone, and for him
He cries before he leaves. But you owe me, you will always owe me.
I am adamant, unlike the silent lambs you keep to feed yourself,
I don't ask, I hear the blades in trembling hands.

O the women you love so much, with whom you negotiate.
You think you can tell? You think you can speak?
I see the fear in you while you weep the floors, I see how bad you want to hold the window.
And in those places which you dare not name, I have seen a monster
The big green one, that you drew for me one day. And I know how much it terrifies you.
The men who worship you, will come to me one day and I'll tell them the stories you told me
They will laugh with pride, they will be glad. You will still hide, and I won't reveal that.
I just need my part in your share, in the seconds you made up.
In the minutes you lied.

She had been waiting..

Smudged eyes, and the dungeon that is craving for an intruder.
Touching herself feeling her breasts getting fuller, preparing herself for exploitation
Holding the sheets between her legs she is yearning for her man to take her out of this misery…
And just then, in a room burning with passion and hunger
He enters, looking as sane as one can get. Asking for a light.
She pulls herself together, walks towards him.
Every inch of her silk is slipping away and the smoke around fills her up
"You have been gone for so long, I was waiting." He had nothing to say,
She wished that the lights around would go dim, but that wasn't really bothering now.
She had been waiting for him, he had been tired and needed to lay down.
Holding him gently, guiding to the bed. With his head on her lap and hair falling on his face
As complete as a man can ever be.
But she had been "waiting", doesn't matter if he was tired.
Slightly revealing her bosom to him, tempting him. Closer to the face
He could now feel her lashes on his cheeks and the warm nakedness
Still pleasantly aroused but still not there where she had been waiting to see him,
Guiding her fingers through his chest, slowly unbuttoning him while her lips still pressed on his
She was now taking control, because he had surrendered to her mad love, her insatiable appetite.
Moving on top of him, he could now feel her stiff nipples on his chest. It was getting longer now.
Brushing his hair with her fingers, she kissed him. Very hard. Almost bit his lower lip.
Reciprocating with all that he had left. He was just adding more fuel.
After all, she had been waiting…real long.
She couldn't wait for him to undress her, so she did it herself, and helped him too.
It was no longer passionate, it had become a fatal craving. The moment they felt their warm skin against each other
All sense of reality was lost, but isn't that what she wanted.
Her skin so smooth, making him want to slide on her curves.
Feeling every flaw and perfection by the tip of his fingers. Kissing her gently, passionately.
But with every touch, she grew wilder, even harder to tame. She bit his lip again.
Toes rubbing together, hands wrapped tightly. So tightly that she was leaving marks on him.
Sitting on her knees now, feeling him growing inside her. Like a goddess, readying herself to bestow a divine experience.
Moving rapidly, backwards and forwards. She dives back, seeing him in pain, excites her.
Inspires her. She had been waiting for so long.
She couldn't let go. She wanted more. So much more. He couldn't offer.
But she squeezed out all that she could've.
Ride of a lifetime.
He was tired than ever. And she was satisfied, though a little flame was still burning.
Such thirst is hard to quench, especially when you had been waiting.

Conversation.

Walking amidst everything nonsensical, and whatever sense it may make
I stand unaware. And despite the confusion,
I find it hard to stop. Driving forever now, why do I leave and how
The chaos, the beauty of it. The only thing worth deciphering
The only reason of moving on. The thrills and the temporary amusement.
I look ahead, I stare back. The image spiraling down to infinity
The mirror and the truth that it dare not conceal. Everyday just pushing
Pushing and yearning for a moment, an elevated plane where the vague
And the real seem clear. I remember the guilt, I remember the passion
I understand none. I ask those who know, I ask for something
A hand, a grip, a tight smothering grasp. And receiving the same
From pages to people, from being lost to being able to command.
It will be just as quiet when I sleep. I think of that day
That day when I came inside and you did too. That day when I didn't talk
When I didn't move but you kept on growing, breathing and moving inside
That day I tried, like any other time, I tried to be more stern
But the possibility of surrender seems easier. And now I sit,
Waiting for a reply, but she doesn't seem interested. After all
The questions she asked, and after all the trouble of answering
She doesn't seem to be talking back.
I understand the silence, I am waiting still.
Her approval and the chaos shall rest, the confusion sorted…
Her eyes, so mystical. Peeking inside and asking no justification. I still needed
To explain, she doesn't ask for it, but I need to.
Those days I want to remember, I remember the sunlight
The blossom, the sheer joy of innocent aloofness. It sits still now
Mistaking it for being no longer there, I lose hope. And I walk
Amidst everything nonsensical. I remember now. I'll find the way.
And so she talks...

Peace.

Will you be home, lover? In a little while maybe, but tell me you'll be home
I know that you will love it here tonight, I do so much. Lit the candles, set the table
Cooked with all my heart, put myself in the dark. I even wrote a letter full of love
"My dear," it starts with and then scented with love that always inhabited in me, and
Also how lost I am and also that I feel left behind. Tell me my darling, if you'll be here
Again like every night and cradle me to sleep. I will lay silently and quietly listen to
Your sweet whispers, just like I heard myself trip and fall, over and over and over again.
I am sure dear you will love how I kept the house this evening, like always you will lift
Me in your arms and I will feel like I can fly, but I can't. I am handicapped and broken. I believe
That you know how much I love you, but it is much more than that my love, I despise who I am right now. Oh but come on in, I have been waiting for so long. You see, the cigarette doesn't seem to
Last forever, but you are here now. I am no longer scared or afraid. It's just that I am almost
Dead inside. But I see, that you are enjoying the meal dear. Oh! How pleased I am, what else
Can I ask for except your smiles and happiness, probably a deep breath that some how
Manages to inhale some life inside this cold grey tomb of my dreams. But leave this, lets
Talk about your day and then I will tell you a little something myself. Working hard all day
Really tires us, but lets go to bed love, I need to make love tonight. You are beautiful, I know
You don't think so, but what a beautiful little mess we have made for ourselves. Kiss me, will you?
It's seems so cold on the outside, and the inside too. Come let's cuddle in one blanket
And just look at each other till death, let me smile and think of the time I saw you first.
You make so happy dear, so calm and peaceful. But I am smothered. You love me so much
That I can't breathe sometimes, I really can't breathe. You respect me, I do too. But I
Suffer. So tonight my love, tell me you will love me for a million years. And tomorrow I will choose
Freedom over peace.

Another Night.

There's a bruise on my neck, and it was a long night.
There's a demon inside and it doesn't let me sleep for long
When I kissed first and when I kiss now, the demon smiles.
The bruise seems to be growing, being fed by it. There's a place he has chosen to live in,
You have been there and you know how it feels, the warmth is comforting.
At times I get smothered, it takes too much space, and I try to take it out.
But the void is not what I want.
He tries and keeps track of memories, I help him with the numbers,
He caresses the bruise quite often, this makes it grow.
It leaves me alone at nights and I can't bear the loneliness.
You came, many others did, but he can't be replaced. And so I undress myself,
Reach for the hot water and stand under it, it helps wash away.
I will sit under it this night, it will wash up the dirt like it did the naivety.
Nothing forced, nothing in control, I just want to grab the bar by the shower
And sit for a while. I can see that the night will last forever, I don't know when I got lost.
I remember seeing you win, but I was still quiet. You want me to remember our first bed
And our first night, but I'd rather sit here tonight. Let me wash up and stay under the
Water, nothing else seems so quiet. And tomorrow I will brush my hair like I did yesterday
And some one just like you will be there to take me by the hand, and I will hold on to the demon
Throughout the night, we will laugh at him and talk about so many others who came and cried
I will cradle it in my heart, and leave him by the night. And I will undress again to wash away.
And the bruise tonight will consume, like many others do.

The woman I love.

You think of things impossible, and I slip my hand in yours
We walk right beside the moon, it seems to follow us and we want to get lost.
There's a smile on your face as I surprise you with a tighter grip and then your warm arm around waist.
These winters have so much in store, like many others that went and many others waiting to unveil,
There's a way in front, wrapped by overgrown trees, we walk through that brown tunnel with no need of a light to guide us.

Many a days, there's this void that makes aware of itself. Without you, it grows.
Many songs, I wish to sing with you. For you. To you. In languages unknown, just for you to decipher.
Many people, tried to read and many attempted the letters that form us. Though they aren't able to, but they don't fail. We make sure that they don't.
Many nights, I have spent on my own and even a thought of them, petrifies me. Memories with your absence are like summers without color, and winters without warmth.
Many times, we fell, many times we crawled and dragged ourselves ashore. Many times we just stood there and laughed with the sunshine.

Grace, love, freedom and eternal strength we induce in each other.
Like the eyes feed the heart, you feed me with beauty and sense. I wish to be the same for you.
Years have simply washed themselves and left behind one thing. You. The one without this place makes no sense.
The one without I wish to disappear into darkness and alleys of sheer evil. And when I did once, you held me and ran through it with me.
No, its not perfect, nobody said it will be. But I have my woman beside me. And she makes it wonderful
Somehow. Anyhow.