|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|
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,
You glow of a psychedelic star,
Eroding a dream,
Like a tapestry dyed till ends,
Dipped in dried Sun rays n sunflower seeds...
Honey dipped fingertips...
Did you ever listen to her bow?
The ones she plays,
Like honey flows,
Through her fingertips,
Her fingers I've seen on the strings,
The only time I ever loved,
Was an innocence of her not being, who she now is.....
My ochre, my emerald green,
Addresses the number of fall I have seen,
Dipping my fingers in it's
A stream that headed to it's
origin was a bit unusual....
It all became extraneous to me soon,
When I saw a nymph carrying twigs to bonfires,
Riding on a Pegasus with amber coloured wings,
Her gatherings falling on the humus pillow beneath,
Asking me to heed,
Just when she looked my ways,
in all that princesses gleam,
I saw her ochre eyes turning to goblin green!
You've never seen me sail the seas,
Had you seen,
You would never have left me,
to sail in those crunching waves,
Expecting me to drown...
I always reach the shore... Always..
But this time I felt like drowning...
Breath by breath....
My wilderness lodges straight up high,
Just under where the canopy is thickest,
The sun's penetrating ray or two,
Illuminating the shade within,
Like it does in clear water ponds.......
Somewhere in the Orion,
Im searching for a place,
The corners untouched,
No fingers be raised,
You see the strings joining the stars,
which makes up for a constellation?
I'll make you a home of the same ole threads....
I'll always try My best to make You Smile,
My lovely BlueRose....
The mask worth 100 faces!
There's this cursed blizzard...
Where every life was a brisk feel....
When torched on its own essence, black was everywhere to be seen,
Only element left was a piece of wooden board,
It held the jinx within it,
Whosoever it beholds,
And kill them with no mercy,
No rules to follow unreel,
To hold its powers,
A dying star was killed,
Forged was a mask,
Over hundred indentations were glyphed,
The bearer when wore it...
Realised everyone say her anew,
A different face unveiled every time,
A 100 different new faces this mask contained,
But only after wearing one, she now had the power to see,
The mask she now has,
Is bearer by her knowns eve...
I've seen a dozen humpbacks migrating the oceans,
from the sky,
It looked like tiny grey patches
In the uniform blue waters,
Like a swarm in motion,
And then, there were these two...
A bit ahead,
No shade of grey over blue felt more precise,
And it reminded me...
Of the only dew drops on my Blue rose...
The mask worth 100 faces!!
A blizzard of sorts,
Torched till charred,
Was left with a wooden piece,
The curse so garrulously keen,
To kill the bearer by bits,
A dying star wouldn't be able to forge,
Such many indentations glyphed,
Forever was an immateriality,
For When it existed as an indelible mask,
Her face they always did see,
Her mask was just too thin,
To have hundred faces embedded
In the grooves,
Across the woods n creaks......
Funny how they say freedom is what they need,
look at him, dying to be caged in you!
It's the theory of time,
It renders my tense tenseless,
For my timeline has only two,
One with, another without you......
The lore of celestial ....
I'll show you a thousand different ways in which I'd love you,
More every day,
Harder every moment,
Sensous and slow,
Letting you peak,
And crash you down into the depths of my seas,
Where you'd be melting the eons old blue ice,
You'd be the only source for my desire,
And how our bodies produce warmth enough,
For the sand below to melt,
As we sink deeper n deeper,
Drying yet another ocean!
Dismantling the last trace of life on this planet as well,
Look in the skies, ask for the signs of life,
on the planets,
Which have suffered our wraths
And now are the souvenirs,
of our love making gone a bit more haphazardly disastrous!
My blue roses,
They never touch my seeds,
They just achieve the feats,
Long gone in the gridlocks,
Feigning side clocks,
Luring Human flocks,
to seduce the eventualities of one more,
Who doesn't even succumb to time anymore.........
The unnamed name loathing the unmaned name,
still holds your signature on it,
whose inks were just a speck,
which lands on the land out of custom,
to pour down the legacies,
of which none will ever mention.....
The myriad of sharp edges,
Taming my petals now black,
Scraping a bit, sewing the edges,
I'll have my crafts in my hand,
Like I always had,