The way lies
unfolded beneath my hands
a short shorn path
in silver-dust and ashes
a red-thorn pain
a lingering touch

steps closer
in my wake
a forlorn spinning head
refrains my words of peace
a lone soul dwindling
a monumentum waiting

Come calling!

in my side
void

here lies
sorrow and pain
mingled close
among each other
in molded shards of clay
filled to the brim

to this magic
a pattern yields
no further

sweep onto your feet
a long lost
tear
in your fabric

Come calling!

in my side
void

all lost has gone
gone past
these steps I walk
no further

may I call your name
on a single note
to ink these stains
in a solemn verse
to blood and bone
I am filled
with devils and dust


and bereft of thought
he stands
with a grin aglow

to know
atleast
just these words
is enough


its enough
to know
   your words


a lingering touch
a red-thorn pain
in clay and mold
these hands
together
unfold the magic

each step may close
a border
no one has ever seen

this is
what lies
between
you and I

between you and I