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.

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…

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…

4 Line Lyric #66

Dawn  ............................................... Each has share of grief and sorrow,  Each his own bit of love and delight,  But that don't deter the day of tomorrow,  'las the dusk will sink in light. ............................................... ............................

4 Line Lyric #65

Written In Angst ............................................... A poem written in burning angst from the heart of a writer's hands Infantile words aged with antiquity Spins into rhythm yet with tranquility. .......................................... ...............