The Eclipse Diaries

###A Highway###

The rain never stops. And nor does my migrane. For the past hours, I feel as if someone has taken my eyes out of their sockets. There is no blood.

I am now having a sense of time. Or may be I am just losing it. Sometimes, they come to me and observe me. The way I look up at them. After how many seconds my eyes blink. How I get goosebumps as they flash a bright light right in my eye. They fear me, it seems. I do not look at them. The floor is of naked stone, and is damp most of the times. My skin is white. I think it takes more than a frozen floor to make a rush of blood impossible. A fly keeps buzzing along my ear, just to see if I am still alive. My nails look black. No, I havent seen them, but I can feel that.

I hear the sound of the occassional rain splashing against the wall. Yes, there is a wall. I will not escape. I must not.

The Zahir

Prologue
If I believed you were a Star, I think you'd burn and fall
If I believed you were a Song, I think you'd echo in the depth of the Seas
~
The Zahir
Melt down the sky for me
Freeze the mildest Zephyr
Burn for Me
Dont leave me short of Happy Endings

A Frozen Dream that drips
Like a thirsty Rain
My Earth, it makes flowers
My sky, it bends Gravity

Drops that flowed
From the Brown to the Blue
From the Ground to the Skies
From Mine to your Eyes

The Prism's Voice,
We both hear, but never listen,
The Prism's hands, we both watch, but never see
The salt of your skin is the only taste I respond to

I claim my Millions
While you give me the Stardust that your trial leaves behind
I'll stand up to that dust,
Decorate that shine on my soul

The deliciousness of forbiddance
The Kissed Lips, and the Broken Heart
A crack in the stone
A streak of lightening in a glass

The miracle of a drug, give me Life
Or Death
Or show me it doesnt matter anymore
Make me a constant traveler who comes naked, everytime
~
Epilogue
I believe you are the hunter,
I know the touch of your arrow is everything I could ask for, the only thing I have waited for.

[This piece is not a dedication. It IS created for The Zahir, and for Self Exile.]

The Grave

An Identity Washed by Sleight of Hands
And So I contemplate
In The Clockwork Silence of Infinity

The practice of Trade and Monies
I thought I was a Pro
But this was a Different Kind of War

I stay silent in the Shades of All that had been
Stolen, lost, Faded
Or May be there is Nothing that Ever Was

Placed in the Middle of a Web
Hired for Making a Ground for Graves
I should have Died with You

Lust

The Thief, the Reward

The Calm, of a Hungry, Hungry Beast

The River, that holds The Frozen Moment

The Bridge, and its Eventual Collapse

The Prison, warranting the sacred Free Fall

The Cage, with Burning Wings

The Light, deliciously Dark

The Hope, of the Life of an Everlasting Curse

You are The Soul
Of My Infinite Lust