A lock restrained for my vile,
dark in these allies now in my drive,
I'm running to you in 15 frames,
Painting each layer after,
in some lighter shade of greys,
I Run to you sifting through my mist embossed gaze,
Your amber hair,
Leaving an afterimage of the now setting sun,
On my distant looking radiant face,
How the glass flows in time
Slowing down ahead of Me,
As if it were a race of fallen ecstasies,
in memory of older days,
I call upon thee,
A hesitant knock on your door,
Chances are more that it'd be Me...
Will you justify my skin this tight,
encroaching sun at late twilight,
squeezed nightshades in my right eye,
Purple black stain,
Under baggy eyes,
It's a no gain,
bit too many ties
Leaking nicked veins,
Needle razored knives,
In broad daylight
My weed white
now lemon pale,
I did a good deed
Yet again I failed
wanna cruze you
Under starless skies
I'm more than wise
Your curves are mine,
long I crossed the line,
Hungover me, talking destiny,
admitting what I believe
I only got two fingers under my right sleeve,
tucked in unnaturally,
Stained in mojito Grease,
My toxicity e...
I... The dead sea...
The salty sand under my feet,
reminds me of times the war broke inside me,
A memoir of how the water tasted sweet in my land,
of how this desert is the only remain of my legacy,
N now when I look at it,
it's a far stretched plateau I'm leaving behind,
like death passing in broad daylight through me,
All I'm left is a sack of bones crumbling, lips dry, crawling on my knees,
missing the feel of grass under my feet,
Missing the cool breeze through my breathe,
it's just a reminder of dried salt filled up my sleeves...
for I... AM the long forgotten Dead sea...
Unlike others who called your name,
I deserve more than being a petty Souvenir...
S T A Y . . .
Let them be your words or mine,
It hurts the same heart,
But since when did We stop trying?
I've told you, you'll always find me by your side,
Would you believe I myself have been dyeing,
in an essence that soothes those congestions in your head,
That don't let me reach in your depth,
I remember you like it was last week,
Your warmth, your lips, between my teeth,
I wish I could hold you some more,
it kinda hurts when you say it ain't the same anymore,
Under your decree,
it's your play
We'll do as you shall say,
Just tell me if I ask you to,
what exactly in Me would make you Stay?
Don't be my hope,
I'll make you my home,
Scare me away if it's not where I belong,
I'll fill in all those gaps left after you're done scratching on my skin, your skin coloured crayons...
A n d m a y b e i t t o o k M E l o n g ,
B u t d e a r ? , I h e a l e d ...
My eleventh hour...
These 11 hours with her,
Were like the kinda coke they sell the first timers to get hooked on,
As if I wasn't hooked on enough,
She was worth disrupting every bit of my peace...
I've been reading in lines under dark pits
Smoke lighting up my cove,
Sifting drapes through my seive
I'm uncertain if I might break...
There's something in these breeze that reminds me of you.
Everytime I breathe in,
There's a distinct line differentiating your cologne from the lay.
Maybe it's an illusion,
maybe my senses have elated,
it's just YOU...
My subconscious waiting for me to take over,
I don't wish to realise,
Shining in me is a love but grey,
My zeal to seal your breath,
Would they make me content?
numbers are all my measure for my wants,
Let me in my altered being
For I'm in sense searching for myself,
in my own flock..
LAND OF FALLING DEW...
I feel her presence once every moon,
In the air I sense,
more than just a dash of her century aged perfume,
My torquise lagoon tamed,
now difficult for her to soothe,
An amanous light reaching for me,
Is yet to reach the cacophony in a forest of falling spruce,
For today I recall her spree,
Avid to see those twinkling dots in the blue,
I'm a skin painted in rustic hues,
They read me on boulders lining lands of falling dew...
Ripped of my soul
I'm land parched dry
I fall breaking my roots weak,
For today, I DIE!
Halos in her eyes...
I keep telling you you've got those eyes,
That glowing skin in disguise,
If there's anything too eminent about it,
It has to be the unnatural way you glow,
Not like sun,
You glimmer like moonless starry skies,
I keep following,
those afterimages of your glowing eyes...
Wandering I dive in rain drops,
second hand stuck in my wall clock,
A feather touch, she
rock, my feel
Dozen pricks on my skin
I wish something it meant
In the true liveliness of my disguise
My wax, melting
The canopy over my head
Is now slowly dripping blobs over my shoulder,
Crusting on impact,
Brittle it's mark,
Reminds me of the red you made
on my chest,
That night in the dark,
Oh I remember you,
Sound and crystal
They take away all my senses,
A chain of arched conscious in my faith,
Have asked for the one who'd say,
"Oh fallacy of unknown destinies,
Would you let me nestle in My head?"
With a pocketfull of sunflower seed,
Some grass drenching under painting rain beads,
I would have grown with her in a Silver tree,
Upon a patch of altered vividness,
Her naked Artisan body on my bed,
As if carved her skin on my tapestries,
In torrid golden shades they'd see,
How I have now dyed My Own...
Losing My Hues...
I wish I could turn around,
I just ain’t too proud,
Feeding my mind whirl,
hues of my precious,
I'm afraid it was a circle,
Knot around my heart,
Ceiling, it's root,
My debts all due,
And yet I let my mind,
Lose my hues,
Frozen in my vein,
Is a reason ,
searching for my traces in every cause,
Sprinkling my bleeds
I spewed my dark,
A slow death in patches of purple blue,I've let my mind,
Lose my hues,
Riches or scars
Scrapes or sharps
Cold and the precipitate in it's chilly dark,
None compares to those strolls along unseen lanes,
N why wouldn't I scream?
For things I did were exactly what I didn't want to do,
I've let my mind...
The turbid in my waters,
Made me realise that even when I knew the seabed, I was scared of the dark.
The only way I could conquer it again seemed to be Me Crossing the sea, blindfolded everyday.
Even days when I could see the sea in crystal shades, I'd blindfold myself and soar deep.
For I'd be the one who'd face it all,
I'm a king on my own.
they Bow to Me...
Even the crystal,
Even the dark...
Waves of euphoria in tulip swarm,
Lavender tendrils woven across her arms,
Floral her aroma,
Some pre-summer winds across her face was feeling warm,
A symphony of chance encounters,
I leave her by the shoreline everyday,
She's the moon reflection on the gulf ,
Roots deep she has feelings they say,
Only I've known her unfiltered brew,
Her overpowered essence on my mind...
The way my fingers cross
When I pray for you,
Your prints on Me are more pronounced than mine...
Musk of love...
Everything seems like it's slipping,
Did I forget to hold tight?
Maybe I was afraid you'd say I'm clenching,
if I'm Letting loose,
The light I'm shown in myself
Is dusty mud pale,
Feels like a shadow,
A shade ,
Darker than the hundred virgin's tale,
I'm following a path I know no more,
In a belief there's someone on the other side,
Holding a candle I'd get pulled to,
A light vanilla essence hiding from Me,
A slight hint of musky forest mist,
I've been walking her way,
Running in spree,
Scabs on my knee,
It's the 11th hour since I've been waiting at the edge,
She likes Crooked smile,
I keep telling myself...
Gravity doesn't make you fall for her,
You just get pulled towards,
Moulded in certain irregular casts
N the next thing you know,
Is the sky draped in cloudy haze,
She knew your shapes better...
Ritual under the oak tree...
A lavender in parched weeds,
Serenity disguised in dreaded creaks,
I'm the wild you're afraid of,
Under moonless seas,
Your lust to be engulfed by the dark in Me,
Laying down on the ground beneath
You gasp under me,
Heat evading our steamed bodies,
You're breathing ecstacy,
A whiff under your neck,
You dig your teeth in me,
My touch lead you to uproot the grass in reach,
Your dew dripping,
Flowing slick on my fingertips,
Your aroma met the musk in me,
Hurried you call Me in,
Thin sweat on your skin,
Your moans echoed the diffused boundaries,
The wild ceased to listen,
when you hit the ...
Screen... No screen...
It took us an year to meet,
An year to be able to touch,
The same air,
It was when I saw her,
Her voice reverberating in my ears,
Her aroma wafted sweetness
Of winter bakery kind,
Her touch felt a bit too surreal,
Coz for once in years,
there was no screen anymore...
The paint on her lips
tasted of cherries and peaches,
Smudge-proof she'd say,
Her lips abraded...
It's the art of disguise
The sweet aftertaste of the mask glue residual on your lips,
That measures how long a person can withheld the truth form spilling.
Or if he chooses to hide.
The fingers intervened used to strengthen Me,
Are left with void rails,
Things left are the barren cracked offtrails,
Leading me away,
Don't you see?
Im a mere story,
She my sacred enchantree...
The way my lucid conscious trembles,
Pouring void empties my cup,
My dreams are far from some cumulus in a hundred shades lining silver,
It makes you lust,
For beaded streaks of life,
sucks in light,
And when you open your eyes,
It leaves you,