Beneath us they sleep

Above us their soul watches

No tears and no thoughts

From somewhere they still watch

No living trace of them now

But once they lived here

They walked into the cemetry

With a bunch of white roses

In the chilling rainy morning

Wept for hours in all wet

Funeral songs and tears

Grey leaves,No flowers

In their cemetry now

No more tears for the passed wind

No more smiles and flowers

Dreams they had,we live now

Smiles they sacrificed,we smile now

Flowers and farms,birds and trees

Pure hatred and divine love

Cold and bitter,black and white

Deserts and streets,towers

A walk into the past..

For the wind passed

A walk for the future

For the blowing wind

                 ---Kris

Far away in the purple light

I saw a glimpse of hope

Never ending desire to live

Persuasive light of unknown

Burning hot light shining upon me

Where are the laws of nature?

All the theories and principles

All of them hiding far away

From the hot purple light

Confused and helpless

Where Should I go?

---Kris

Legend of the past following me

As I saw through my window

My silly imagination crying

Away when a train whistled

I cherished "I am off to the farms"

Just an illusion of the sonic rhythm

Moments left untold remains in the darkness

Only the dark light can reveal it

But when an old church bell rings

The locks of my hidden treasure of stories

Slowly melts to the sound of the divine alarm

It took me as an trembling shock

Then a routine,and after my only hope

I sat biting my finger nails in the back benches

All the keys lie in the sonic world

One day when they play the melody of sudden silence

I shall handover my treasure to you

To listen to who I saw inside

The melody striking chord within

Floating with the sounds of realisation

I await a silence to break the chord within

And let me fly,leaving the treasure behind

For years to come,or may be till a day

When a soul comes looking for it....

                       ---Kris

Dear Sky
Hey how can you change so gently from pitch darkness to  the serene light blue.Everyone are asleep but I`m here awaiting your transformation.Your darkness have influenced me a lot.I never  thought its so divine to see you change yourself into a new day.You are not night anymore.You were so subtle,so gentle,so noble.I am sitting here staring at you.It is so soft and calm.I wish dusk also had this calmness.I would love to see the twilight fade into darkness

Your Devotee
Kris

All these I was too busy to see the sun rise and set.I realized now that days and nights  are nothing but the same. Soul mates.They are the symbols of change and Life cycle.
  
  (One of those no sleep days,I sat in the balcony of my house staring the sky from 4 am to 6 am.It was so beautiful and divine.I felt that I am really alive and everything is changing just like the sky ,even me)  

Cartoons in black with grey shades
Coffee in black with bitter taste
Church,Beach and crows
Latin songs with acoustic guitar
Slice of Bread and red wine
Rubber burning in the streets
Red and Black,No blue
Caramel in the Coffee
Golden,Its Sunset
Stars so far away
Techno and Trance
Blue,Red and violet in black
Pepper and Salt
Knives and forks
Fountain so lazy
Drowning into the water of dreams
           ---Kris

Her yellow scarf

My blue socks

Lost Buttons

Little ribbon

My watch

Her lipgloss

Lost keys

Little Time

Her tablets

My glasses

Lost memories

Our little Life

---Kris