|The copious ink,that flows through my nib,Is a bit too picturesque,Am amazed to look at it's red,Still has blood stains in it|
It all started at the beach
And a door left ajar,
Through the creak You could see,
A doorway that led somewhere serene,
How can I not remember her hesitantly opening the door,
Her distants still in places where it should have been her skin,
I remember the sand being everywhere,
The water taming skylights,
A mild chill in dusky light air,
I could breathe her in
And couldn't breathe her at the same time,
In the dark skies her door felt like christmas beautifying my blinding nights,
I felt like a man born with eyes,
For when I entered her home,
I saw colours shashaying in moonlight....
Who calls it a night on mime accords
They have drenched the the tides in moon
You wont call it a night on seas high
Unless I see in you the jittering broken glass
Lighting the waters in chromic hues
Or stars maturing to lunarcy
The crisp you hear when I rub my hands,
seeks the moist in these red hue,
Breathing you in,
Toxic as they say,
For I see the gold in dehiscent leaves,
floating on the air
No feather buyont enough
The same goes for emotions in me,
Toxic they flow slowly,
Dipping you in my sense....
Words are what they are,
What you make of them,
Perception maybe a done hazard
Or a goblet of cayn purple flame,
Scarring inside ,
Breathing thin from the viscous air,
Reality hits hard for the harsh is yet to come
The life of Fables feels a bit too surreal,
The way it pours down on the bounds about to be loosen,
And when it flows to the ropes,
Ashes fell into oceans
These waters always complained of her blues,
My ashes too dark she holds in her creaks her burrows,
Ones whose counts reminds her ,
Of the times she has suffered vain,
Or the sounds of shovel been raised,
To make another dent to bury the sins.....
The brighter fire...
Vehemence took me off guard,
Acrid waters turning blue in their eyes,
I've seen them weep in the dark,
Light enough for me to see,
felt like those twinkling sunray between dense leaves,
How they cried in vain or crumbled against their will,
Poors have their voice buried under necessities,
I've seen them live in the dark,
When asked for the reason,
Their voice had the heaviness of 80 year old,
"The only reason we fight and survive,
Is because the fire within Us burns brighter,
than the one that's burning Us from outside"....
Mist still hovering distant lights,
A blurry concussion of yellow and whites,
A purple skyline with silhouette canine,
The silence grazing, getting into me,
A walk amongst them flashes memories I didn't know I had,
These mists are somehow related to me.....
The sound it makes,
When the silk flows down her skin,
The air shifts around her,
She's a work of art,
That eludes lust,
let her fickle drape fall,
You'll see why they call it 'her labyrinth'.....
A silent howl,
Far behind my moonscape,
Through those unnamed mountains,
Can’t you hear?
Let it engulf you in your own mind,
Feel the impressions tracing your fingers into the dark,
Fear showing on your forehead,
Dripping along your eyebrows,
In wait of a blink,
To be the necessity of those puzzled pieces,
Pieces whose edges are now blunt,
Scraping blood stains from the floor,
Rusting those faces printed on them,
No face can ever be torn without blood dripping their hands,
No face be torn without breaking some crimson red,
Or without the coppery taste when red rivulets touche...
The Checks on ground beneath,
Criss crossing threads in patchy black n whites,
Restricting me from moving along my will,
paths were chosen every turn I took,
Chosen by someone too zesty for me,
each time I was asked for a lie,
A mist filled my whereabouts,
Afraid to fall on ground,
For unknown thoughts written on these walls,
I've seen walls distort in faces,
Mouths wide open,
Grasping the air,
The final move was played,
Never in my faith,
From the first move itself,
It was a checkmate!
Like a light that directs Me in dense fog,
Let me reach you blindfolded,
Whispering hymns in boulder swooning winds,
Rush in me,
Burn me within,
For I'll be the noir in your serene ecstasy....
I shouldn't have....
I shouldn't have looked,
You look more graceful than you used to,
Somehow your hairs have curled in just the perfect way,
You look more beautiful, more cheery, more happening.....
I guess I did love you at some part of my life,
N you still have some part of me with you,
I wonder where did you lose it,
Or if kept, how far is it from your heart......
Tie a thread on my ring when we meet,
I wanna show the stars n seas,
the girl I tell them about all the time?
The kind of ode you read in her eyes,
Mine sings with the beauty of it,
And there's just one more door to send my voice beyond,
Door you'd see deep within,
She never knew her gifts were more than just fables n fallacies,
For she is the key... She is the key...
I have lost a part,
desolate and Charred,
ripped broken hazard,
Cracked in places I never knew could hurt,
I've been punched in guts I never knew I had....
There is a constant soot eloping my chimneys,
Colouring my walls in black dimmings,
A fire so obsolete,
Origins still feels like yesterday's attack,
Of red Indians running, howling and humming......
Trace a lil back,
You have hands reaching on your ways,
For the badass You are,
I know you're gonna slay,
I know it won't be child's play,
But what can you say?
If you've witnesses valleys been parted for you to be raised,
Create micro universes,
To adhere Allure in your fire,
In your desire,
The ethereal stance...
Her stance I've seen,
Never Does she budge
Never Does she lie down
I never saw her rugged,
She has this charm in her,
That graces her up,
No need admiring her tone,
She's the one raising calls,
Who grazes the sun,
And the sun lights up in dense ethereals.....
Am stuck in rust,
Have poisoned My lores,
Peeling my layers,
Dying in a pace as Hailey does....
smothering Those mouths
Calling my name,
my vessels have long moved ahead,
Which now are sieved in places,
Ones which held my feels
reminded me of my life reels....
Only my skeleton remains as pieces,
Fragments of my withers,
To the grounds,
Burying themselves deep,
To rise in sunrise alms,
To rise in unknown charms,
Or drain in darkened seep....
The Mirror of Midas...
She touches Midas,
Holds golden glass of varying shards, has parchments dripping allure,
melting smooth I sense her cologne,
One which dazes every artefact,
Where even mirrors can't replicate her winged back,
An image they doesn't want anyone to see,
One they all know now by heart...
I have a race to run,
Scapes to see,
in this journey,
Where I came to be,
Run to the high priest of lone cathedrals,
Chasing armouries to the holy grail in still trails,
like I've seen you always ever rise,
In the skylines and sea tides...
I'd love you, a certain seconds of my day....
But almost every day,
those same seconds ends
with the end of my day....
The pearl of shyness.....
The nacreous of your pearl,
Above the Sun through your rain droplets,
Splitting on white florets,
Makes up for a light bouquet,
Under which I'd colour you the shiest of red,
N blushiest pink!
Her debonair walk,
Along the Library aisles,
Grazing her index over the shelve books,
A leathery feel of the one she concluded was different,
Came out to be HIS finger crossing from the opposite side.....
Array of moonlight falling on her face,
She glows of the honey dipped fireflies,
with a slight UP of her neck,
exposing the noir on her nape,
she closed her ivory studded ventablack eyes,
A sigh that couldnt hide from those looking,
muffled her moan....
But when it followed another?
It rained of meteors tailed starlights.....
She's a bit away for me to touch,
But never far enough, for me to not hear her beats.....Syncing with mine..
Somewhere in the sequence of events,
I want you to help me find my lost sock...
Burns of air....
My labyrinths cold flames,
hazy blue mosaics in crimson red,
seep to the core amongst the cervices,
the presence stagnating,
melting layer by layer,
When I see the flame,
All I can hear is the silence in the Burning Air....
You My Love,
Glow in Me,
like a lighthouse wick, in raging tsunamis......
a dent in my tinned roof,
left but a small hole,
sunrays piercing singing a lore,
dust floating in the air,
colours a glittery gold,
touched by the melodies of one,
who burns in flames,
to soothe the men cold,
those who finds comfort ,
mere in the sound of crackling twigs,
or solar storms swirling the fumes,
dunes by dunes they take that sand,
inside the cleft,
like inside a cave too ,
n deafning enough to prime you miserably!!
The soothing delirium setting in,
Dense liquor falling thin,
right into the bloodlet wound,
Evil was being poured into the bowl,
little did i know,
the same blood would draw,
the pentagram in the rituals,
and wound be served as the gateway for evil,
to enter its host....ME!
My 12 year old..... Un-Trafficked!
Didn't have the courage,
I was lost...
flail enough to fall on my knees,
trying to hold her close,
inanimate as they left her,
kept staring at me, My 12 year old,
a sudden "pappa"......?
broke my entendre,
ohh, I whimper so deep,
buried her face in my shoulders,
clenched her to me,
for now she was free....
She would wake up in the nights,
Wouldnt let me close,
my heart sinking deep,
I couldn't soothe my crying child,
My pathetic incompetence,
I failed her again..
Traversed the mainland
her innocence robbed,
She told me of how her scars were scrapped,
her mind being tamed,
'A puppet to world'
She would say....
My plan of murdering my Mother...
Fell with a thud,
with broken ribs
Some puncturing my lungs,
Rendering me to short breathes,
The pool of blood on the ground beneath,
Flowing from those cervices on the pavement n street....
Could taste the blood on my lips... A lil mud Adding to the coppery taste..
I saw people running towards me,
Only if they did,
a bit earlier on my clock.....
There's the milk man,
who spilled his can,
trying on safekeeping my life,
Poor soul... Doesn't he know
it's 15 floors
that I have skipped?
But after this I believe.....
HE CARED for me!
There is this watchman at the gate,
Even being 85 of age,
I saw him running to me with long strides ahead,