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…
A lazy autumn evening
Tired skies, pull over purple-crimson sheets to sleep, Gravid clouds move slower with no more grief to weep, Snoozing, silence rings along the song of cricketing calls, Swaying leaves cradle another raindrop as it falls.
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. …
