Name it for me...

Since morning i was trying hard...
To locate a lost key;
I so wanted to reach that mountain,
From where I could touch the sea;

I looked in my books,
I looked under my bed;
Forgotten memories line up the lanes...
Through these very threads;

The room is closed...
I had put the lock;
The molten feelings inside my heart...
Are harder than the rock;

I wanted to break it,
Move in once again...
Where the ashes lie burning...
In the silent simmering rain;

The lock unrelenting...
The key lost and forgotten;
I sufocating outside from the fears,
That lay inside burned and rotten;

Looking for the hammer...
I had to break it;
The long forgotten flawless desire,
Ready to overtake seat...

The blow...One faint crack,
Slowly a knife slicing me into two...
The mirror images irreducable,
Dead,Alive and true...

The lock finally breaks,
My desire unbolts the door...
The gushing smoke charrs my being,
And mirror faultlessly remains clear and pure!!!

Room seems so empty except,
The dust bed enough to make my grave;
But the webs running through ceiling to floor...
Have kept entangled me as a slave;

I'll be drowned in the dust I know...
The room will be closed again;
The webs will disappear with my soul,
And before I burn in the rain...

I'll smile for one last time...
Looking at the Open door...
Though the sea has become dust,
And fumes have become the shore...