Sleep, dear human

young flesh, older dust of stars dark, open wounds and glimmering scars. a plexus of eccentricities normalized with words, breaths escaping, counting backwards- You, dear human; the shallow of your cheek, the depth of your deep, collapse tonight in a listless sleep. catch your breath, as you fall in your head, when you're alive in the…

Dreams 

​Quiet nights be our witness,  and starry skies  do see,  This night would listen, and so would many,  that are yet  to be,  The little tales of charm we seek,  woven with  moonbeams, Of how we loved and unmade ourselves  in our  living dreams.

The many years

Through the many years  that played between us, though the many years  that lay between us-  . I see glimpses of my joy in things that make you smile, The more I look, and find of you I see myself for a while. . Maybe, today  I can say  I see the reasons, to your…

dead applause

"All the world's a stage" when the curtains fall and light has been applauded for its lies darkness plays it's part again the musty smell of the theater shut to muse itself the velvet of curtains sunken stillness applause echoing in silence broken by the creaking of an exhaust fan all cry for sin to play…

Being

poets lie, they fib in the verses give names to absence . and talk of grief and smiles  in neighboring  lines  . paint colourless pictures and turn  blindness to  such light  . yet ruffle old  comfort  and break  confines  . what might be or might there be  a reason to the being  of poetry . structured chaos…

Sober 

The mountain air, my sniff of high Trenches, dips and curves the rides of amusement  Pour my heart down a valley, into a stream of sigh Watch it bungee jump, with no attachment.  The foaming mouths of the ocean waves by the beach My skin dipping on its wonder  Feet inches deep in the depth…

Still…

​In my breath, there  Is a gasp of restlessness In my heart, a knot  Of uncoiled emotion Deep in my eyes, there Is nothing  Nothing at all to see  In my voice, there  Is a treble of grief In my head, a plexus Of mindless mumbles Deep in my soul, still  Is a desire,  Desire…

Bitter aftertaste

Shimmering drops still  Clinging, dripping down  the window still  After the rain has ceased.  . Several streaks still lined  On skin from striken eyes traced down, after  the heart has cried it's last.  . Solitary, swivelling leaf Fluttering through the silence,  Grit hung in the wind, When a storm has come to calm.  . Sharp…

Another restless night 

​...and when I close my eyes tonight again,  wait for whispers of sleep,  I know I might not hear a sound,  And my eyes will lay awake and weep.  . It's just another restless night,  Another time I won't sleep sound, But maybe if I dream of you,  It might feel like you're still around. …