UPON that lonely Staircase...

A step away from fantasies...
Those cherished but cornered...
Unspoken rhymes beguile my senses...

Yet they are laughing at me still,
Sitting upon that lonely staircase....

Mocking my soul-searching...
A rapture confined no less...
Grabs hold of me still...

Gems of thoughts so come alive...
Quivering lips now allow a smile...
Yet they are treacherousLaughing at me still...
As i tread the forlorn heartUpon that lonely staircase....

Ascending the tides
Of the emotions unravelled...
Alluring such, they behave...
A weakness confined, no less....
Grabs hold of me still...
Yet they are musing
Laughing at me still...

Tearing in a daze...
The webs of tommorow...
The night grabs hold of me still...
But the stars abstain, no less...
Yet they are kind in their rancour
But laughing at me still...

To dampen out their ardent treachery...
Bit by bit, as it astounds me...
Their benevolence not deprived...
Im bewitched , no less....

Yet I aspire for
They laugh at me still....
When I descend into dreams bestowed
Upon that lonely staircase....
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