There’s a whisper in the air , That Jaunts from ear to ear . While the mist sits on my glasses , And bubbles dances on the coffee cup . We gag and share failures , Like history of buried valiant soldiers .
Where a sip of coffee breaks the hush , We let our crackles heat up the freezing breath of winter . And before rays of wisdom strike our empty heads , We Stop but blather like an old woman instead .
And Let not a single smile stay hidden , Behind the grumbling lips of judgement . Our wrinkling eyes twinkle recalling the old days , A wink of wonders ; a cough of shame . The alated needles on our watches , Are Just a tickle to our ears that passes .
So yes i have a day for me and fistful of memories , Spreading happiness , my once contagious disease . For i promise tomorrow to be a lot more wiser , Only today i creak with my chair ; my smile more wider …
Spilling lies like pills of poison
Staining truths in the shades of dying seasons
Drying tears in the cracks of solemn prayers
Turning storms into one’s own living nightmares
And as soon as I step back on the stairs of praises
I can see faces who were never this outrageous
Behind locked doors; mocked as a sad sack
But even with faults , i wont ever look back
Aah !!! yes those nightmares are scary
But people scare me too
Figures with loose skin of love and trust;
Never really knew you
So before i soak my tears,
and slow my heart beat
I must not walk, but crawl to the aching truths;
For no surly lie can ever please me..