Poems

Asked for a little time, and how bruised we got, all bryne.They nodded in agreement, and enquired would later do? Heart on verge of rot, lips murmured sure, why not. Have already waited some, couldn’t we string for just a little more?The later came and went, bloody eyes changed seasons rampantFor them, the later never came, maybe for creatures as we, no warmth…

She sang into his ears, epic tales of dragons and kings of treasures and tussles. He listened deep. She rocked him and he rocked along. Her hands caressed his brows and head, she whispered endearments of love and warmth. Soothed, he felt. He lay safe, as he lay on her lap. The tears forgotten, the…

It was that hasty earliest encounter and the slow smiles as you would remember. The cherished innocence of the quickening heart and the scribbled notes passed across at first. It was that blush that crept up redder and the words which came with a slight hint later. The hidden conversations while the world stood still…

The vast wildness of a disoriented mortality,  seeking and having so many fantasies. The visible fastening vent allying a tale and reality,  obliterated by mundane insanity.  The eons of wants hanging over eternity,  wiping off years of embedded practicalities. The echos of fast approaching chains with clarity,  reduced into daunting falsity.  The lack of judgement…

Somedays, most days I wish I could bottle my memories. Like heady scents, it shall linger on my senses, wash over my face, breath and eyes. Like melody would run through my courses, blood would shiver with the enraptured invasion. Captured memories would sing to me on terrible nights. Melancholy solitary bride, who would smile…

It is I, who picked up the broken pieces, shredded across for the audience. While the world merry, didn’t gauge the blank pages, I made do with what remained. It is I, who looked across the shattered soul, scattered across for the lying depths. While the fools oblivious, to see the hollowness in the eyes,…

Dejected, head screams thoughts, thou shall not know.  Beckons into a dark path, into abyss.  Lands which are shadows.  Shadows speak slow.  Despondent, heart rumbles with rain, in thy pain.  Blood rain, of merciless mindless mercenary.  Catastrophe, beautiful nauseous strikes.  Strikes fine chords.  Dispirited, hands shiver, think of thee, think of madness.  Jungle, no sense…