The last snapshot!

A labyrinth of seduction, a fable dream.
I saw you grip a hand, seemed like a part of me.

A gust blew the present, future smeared through a trickling brow.
The moment I had was enough. Moments we had, not.

I don't want to die, for martyrs rot in heaven.
I don't need to gaze for I can see you,
I have got a bullet on my eye!

Fogging on an invisible canvas, departing breaths exhaled past.
And then there was no pain, just a silence louder than the voices last.
I had a bullet in my eye!

I am Sand!

I am Sand.
You fall, I rise.
Hold me while you can. Shrug off, and I won't stay.
Wash over me, may be I'll give you a little.
If you got hope, I'll make you a castle.
Your mind on my face, all you need is a stick to claim.
I am Sand.

Extra and Ordinary!

O' my world, you spun again.
On wheels, but the spokes were mine.
Splattered mud on those who thought,
nothing on those who'd never mind.
A pair of red flip-flops just crossed the street.
Oh, yes! they did.

I lit a cigar. I had to. May be I didn't.
Of what remained was enough,
the poetry of nature is seldom found in ink.
So I sat there. And they sat there.
And we sat there.

None raised a brow, she was one of us.
all looked within, none like her.
She saw me is what each thought,
but she saw me. I know she did!