Long gone Spring

Red, like the shade of my own flows
under my skin, the sun sets across
the night falls, its chill piercing my soul
and I curl into myself under the black sky

I yearn for her touch, her voice, her smell
and I feel the pain in my heart
like a thousand needles
inching through my skin

only to scrape it, the sweat then would make it burn the next day
and remind me of my pains of yesterday
only to bring me more of such trauma
of loving a passing spring flower

and then one day I shall lay
on my back, open eyes, not anymore blink
and call out in a silent inaudible cry
that time it shall be the eye, stoned in your waiting

The Fires of yesterday

I was back again, from where I had run away
the dream had put me back, like a stone thrown somewhere
against its will and destiny
A familiar place, I tried to hide beneath the bushes
I smelt the fumes, I knew what was in the fire
my dreams, they were my dreams that were burning
of a stranger I had looked in the eye and had eyed all my life
the same on who walked out, why did she
my answerers were mine to choose
for her trail were lined with the flames
flames of my passion for her
they would burn brighter , each second I remembered her
like to burn away my presence only to save me again and again,
the dream had brought back my fears,
I lived it again, and i knew it shall be back to haunt
and I shall pay heed, of hurting myself,
and i shall be unable to resist
my falling for her again.