The Hazel of Serfah / Hue 1

The Hazel of Serfah

Hue 1

Ever missed someone so much, in the broad daylight of remembrance, as the sun climbs the blue staircase, and the shadows follow, creeping up from boots and legs and spreading across like a black mirror?
I have. And I have lost myself in pursuit.
For when the the night falls and the moon, in all its lunacy, takes a mask of the one you love, flaunting it, piercing it into your eyes, there's a lake, always the same. Its calm, yet bears the omen of a storm. Cuz when you look into it, the wavy sheet of a star-lit body, it shows you your reflection. A mirage. Only you, are not there.

Ever missed someone so much, that eventually you miss yourself.
I have. And I have crossed myself, in pursuit...

Where Blue Birds Sing

This is for you Jaana. You wanted something abt Love huh! i read it, and started writing something. It aint very neat and organised. and ever since my man william immortalised love and its beauty, i feel outta place writing anything abt it. its like, if i cant produce a masterpiece in a particular subject, i dont pick it up in the first place. anyways, read on. a moment's inspiration's all there is to this one. Read it with the rhythm i wrote it with. its got a kindergarten-lyric feeling to it. ;)

Where blue birds sing

and grasshoppers spring

in untrodden grasses

amid mountain passes

with a rainbow hung

upon a patch unsung

of a morning sky

till the beacons die

and the stars shine

in these eyes of mine

as we lie for hours

on beds of flowers

arms in arms

palms on palms

lips making way

for all there's to say

I....I Love you

I Love you too....

Now I am awake

like a placid lake

that's just known ripples

in places it cripples

Seems solace like streams

has flown into dreams,

of a time that's gone

over winters and beyond,

A time that lies

behind closed eyes,

with all hopes in vain

when i open them again...