The Silhouette...

The ink has dried,
The words are gone,
Have your memories
Disappeared?

Like the autumn leaves
carried by the wind,
why does everything seem,
so incomplete…

Praying for sun,
when it comes pouring down,
why has this rain,
become so tormenting…

Tears of pain
has dried in my eyes,
yet I smile,
knowing nothing will change…

As the time flies
out of my life,
I walk, leaving behind
What was once mine…


-Eon Heath



Image - Flickr

Ok...a couple of weeks back this bebe was spreading positive vibes through her fab blog, and she happened to shower some on me too...
:D

Thank you so much Kanika!!! You all can read her blog here...she calls it "Sensitive Chaos" and it is so full of life!! you'll find yourself agreeing to most of what she says... :) follow it, coz, one "not so fine day" when you are feeling low, reading her post will surely bring a smile on your face... :) my word for it.


And passing on this award will have to wait for now for the desert calls me and i feel it wouldnt be fair if i just pass this on without proper words saying why i give it to someone, like an introduction...

and friends, well, as most of you would be knowing, am currently romancing the sands and so am not being able to post anything... :(

will be back soon....

I play this game of numbers,
Its an equilibrium of chance…
In this world full of change,
They never seem to break their trance…

I throw a two at a couple,
And draw a three
when I see a crowd…
but why is it?
That loneliness
Always ends its count at one…

I try and balance
Life in between their spaces,
And I try to hear
What they seldom say loud…
My mind goes blank
And for the void it brings,
A zero is all I have…

I played this game of numbers,
An equilibrium of chance…
In this world of constant change,
I have learnt
To hold on, to my trance…


-Eon Heath


p.s.- This particular post is inspired by two people, or rather, their creation. The first one being Sting's "Shape of My Heart" and the second is, well a fellow blogger...
Vaisakhi, your this particular post, "Rolling dice" was simply the best!! and yes, it inspired me to write this one... :)

Expectations, Realizations. Rejection.

What was i hoping,
What was i planning,
why couldnt i see it coming?
Its agonizing,
Tormenting...

Expectations, Realizations. Rejection.

The anger rising,
its tantalizing,
Forcing me into breaking
am choking
dying inside...

Expectations, Realizations. Rejection.

am still living...

-Eon Heath

p.s. nothing. am fine. its just a writng.



Img courtesy - Here

Under the moonlit sky,
I look at you n into your eyes..
They allure me towards you
And i know its not just my mind..

I feel the passion
Rekindling the desire
To feel you again
N savour your soul...

I crawl near n pull you close
You arch back
With that vicious smile
Just to tease me more...

I taste your lips
N can feel the lust
Steadily burning the fire
To quench my thirst...

You sway to my rhythm
The moment reaching our core,
N in this sacred union
You make my being whole...

The night lingers to an end
But leaves no trace behind
Of how our sensuous bodies
Had interwined...

-Eon Heath






Img Courtesy - Zedge

Why am I so confused
with what I think
I refuse to believe
In those sweet nothings…
I walk looking for
Empty streets…
Often ending up
At the place we meet…

Am still to forget
The ways of your smile
And I cant give up
Treating myself unkind…

The look of your eyes
Tell me you are still mine
And its just not wise
To let someone reside…

This transition of my life
Is something
I cant stand this time…
Wake me up
Or let me sleep
I wanna get better
than just memories……
I say, should I give up
Or should I fight
Keep on dreaming
Of you each night…


- Eon Heath

i cant really say what provoked me to write this...it had something to do with a conversation with a fellow blogger and a little bit of the draught going on..
;-)
jokes apart, there are moments that question the foundation of your belief, your faith...tried to capture on such moment for me...



img courtesy - Google

Take a stroll
down the street,
It runs through
a few memories...

talk to a stranger
at some random spot,
his words would remind you
of my thoughts...

just linger along
in those emptiness,
you'll find yourself
aching for my presence...

but life aint
some gypsies' wonderball,
it shows no future
just lurks in the past....


-Eon Heath



Img courtesy - Google