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…

Rain and wind 

​And now while the wind blows the last specks of a rainshower,  My face freckled in bliss and distracted reality,  I know I have a mind to carry and a heart too heavy,  But it's the soul that speaks and needs me to stay another second before I go A second for a single thought…

Close 

In blankets of deep bliss I would lay undone in a mess Of words, of tears and smiles alike A bundle of life, undressed. . Encased in the depths of you, And clutched between your arm my broken pieces safely tucked Melt into one, away from harm. . Buried pain recovers to weep And seep…

A walk…

Walking through me Is a form of myself Utterly lost, and searching. Looking for nothing. Walking through me I find muses strewn In sighs and tears Betrayed and broken. Talking of nothing. Walking through me In the flow of my blood I miss the drift of warmth Of love. All lost for nothing. Walking through…

These hidden verses

Here is all that we can't say. To the stories that simply stay confined to our hearts and heads. To the unspeakable emotions. To the pain not uttered of. To the love that is hidden deep in longing.  Here is to the inarticulate imagery that is painted upon our souls.  Here is to all of…

In love, and out of it.. 

I'm again rusty with poetry but dying to express too Sometimes...  You just want to be known. You want your love to be held and cherished... To be deserving the arms of warmth and reciprocation.  But at the end of the day... All you really do is compose a bit of broken words... Not worth…

Unaltered words

​Eyes look like Vacant emotion Of dry tears  The plea to cry lidded Beneath thick walls of kohl Utterances, answers- reduced To orphan talk in phoney voice  Unclaimed belief frets loosely  Within the hold of hypocritic truth  Movements, motion- maimed  To mere mechanic ticking of time  Forced routine and dreary steps  Fall back into cycles…

Drowning words on a lonely night

​Silken lies that cloak my mind Enveloping pits of flaws  and soaking sighs Are drenched again  In this fluid sadness Are quenched again  with strewn madness Silken words that  wrap my heart  Falter again and fall apart Leaving me as  a sum of memories Lying loose upon  collapsing theories.  Beliefs and reason  bore through  the…