Where I live alone and never feel lonely
where I wake up with Jimmy Page pointing his guitar at me
have breakfast with black and white Floyd watching over me with musical eyes
where a sketched Calvin looks into infinity and inspires me to find meaning
the lexicalized walls remind me of the love I once had
written with the feelings of love I imagine ever having again
that burnt paper hanging under the nails with Frost engraved
reminding me every night of the miles that await my footsteps before I sleep
the shadows of the pink and blue hangings intimately romancing
where the folding walls trap the secret lunacy from times
when a laughing smoke and imagination once fought for existence, and again
and again
I seize from them the mere immortal existence
of the silent memories these walls holler at me
when gone I will be, unveil them with the wind
and the ashes will reach wherever I am
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 2:56 PM UTC
Sparks fly from the flint crushing as you raise your brow
marveling away over which rock you’d rather be
I smile, ponder, then laugh at you, in opted denial
it’s what you've always been, what I control being
a diplomatic ball of ice on flames, with an aura a disarray
is it us portraying them in grayscale, chin hanging in the air
knowing what we know and pretending to not, yet care
queerly scared of change but so sure of getting tired
merging and shattering, perpetually deemed on trial
and then there exists, at the dawn of my memories
your shadow across the bed, lighting up a cigarette
its smoke, my first reminder of your existence
trying to clasp on to the awry black creases on the wall
as they wrap me into the oblivion of your arms
now it seldom melts at the genial contact of your voice
reckon it might not become hard on being choused
the beautiful black creases have dissolved through my fingers
it has been conned to stay stoically un-aroused.
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 1:13 PM UTC
Pearls bleed from the pores of my skin
sparks dance where your fingers touch
the ocean neath my lashes hides in ecstasy
the sun melts in the heat of our familiarity
the mist of my yearning deepens into a ravaging wave
your burning desire surmounts the effect of haoma
a delineation of this moment weakens my knees
I clasp the air and feel the hiemal wind chime
my mind bears a simulacrum of your perfection
exulting in the reminiscence of a beau ideal
when you whisper you will be back soon
my eyes close to annul our distance too defined
turning my heart jocund, my senses sublime.
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 12:59 PM UTC
.
Years languished passed by like wheels before my eyes
Your betrayal unwrapped and re wrapped and unwrapped
While seconds unsaddled themselves with your memories
A sly jape time cracked at the expense of my quelled soul
Till this day I can't passively inhale without feeling aroused
The smog from your cigarette still lingers neath my nous.
.
Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 12:53 PM UTC
Two sides to where I stand
at the edge of a cubic earth
left, ocean and right, dark, furled
nowhere to go but the two worlds
two choices seem too many
to live with what I decide
unless I'm prepared to sleep
I can't discover the taste of cyanide
I refuse to breathe not being enlightened
so I choose the unknown prime
by untangling labyrinth I abide
and to my right, I eventually dive.
Aug 23, 2012
Aug 23, 2012 at 4:04 AM UTC
Staring at every strand of noodle in my plate
as it swirls around my fork
that's the best I can do here
with you, all of you
so pretentious you
so self obsessed you
erasing the thin line between insults and fun
you, the ever so cocksmart, you
waiting for time to pass by
one millisecond at a time
raising my spoon, slowly,
doing injustice to its destiny of fulfilling
the tongues it touches
gulp
I can feel it, whole
lowering down my throat, part by part
being pulled down, like me by you
and down it goes
while I play with the next strand around the daunting fork.
Aug 21, 2012
Aug 21, 2012 at 11:35 AM UTC
I write about love, I hope to understand it someday.
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 3:35 PM UTC
It's centuries of deterioration
not just by black era defined
humanity to blame
whatever place and time
In the grime if someone
you discover despite
unaffected by the world's deadly spite
broiling in his sorrow
yet happy inside
stop and cherish
for he defines
a lotus's ilk
ascending from the dirt
but remaining pure
defying its birth
Trust if there is one
there might be more
but forever wary
of impending extinction
so if you honor them
behold the few left
before the lotus ousts
and they mold into the
rest.
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 2:30 PM UTC
I was engrossed in falling in love with Atticus Finch all over again,
when you came and sat before me in the train
I don't know why.
Without looking up, a side glance,
I started to judge you as you arranged your stuff
White side burns, specs from the forties
A pale yellow shirt with blue stained pocket
*There was something about stains from ink pens
I found hypnotic, emanating wisdom I suppose*
pants inches above your feet
I pretended to stop gauging you as you settled down
You smiled at me. Why would you smile at me?
Uncomfortable silence
"You know, that is my favorite book!"
Of course it is, it's a classic
"Mine too, reading it for the fourth time."
I heard the ice between us crackling and crushing
You took your wallet out and opened it
to where your wife's black and white picture resided
"Look, this is my gorgeous wife,
I am going to meet her where we met for the first time.
I hope the train reaches on time,
she hates it when I make her wait,
military father you know!"
I smiled at your sparkling eyes
caved in between the black circles of a fatigued life
"She is very beautiful, sir."
You laughed
"Of course she is, it was love at first sight.
*Why were you telling me this?
I don't believe in love*
I still remember a mischievous adolescent me,
ogling at her as she walked out of her home,
I followed her till the bus stand.
Half a step into the bus, and she turned around and walked towards me,
my heart forgot about its sole purpose.
You know what she did then?"
"Smitten by your charming etiquette, she kissed you?" I grinned at my wit
"Ha, I wish! She came red faced to me,
with innocent eyes trying to show off barren anger,
and she slapped me!
I had to pretend really hard that it hurt,
but oh! those flower soft hands,
they lingered for long on my blushed cheek."
We burst out laughing over your juvenile confession
fading into a never ending smile
"Finally one day, she turned around from the bus, but just smiled,
I lived a thousand lives in that split second.
I didn't see her for months after that.
smiling at her picture you almost cried
I had decided to stand on my own feet,
so I could ask her father for her hand in marriage.
Dare she say no now,
I'd steal her from the end of the world." You winked.
I went back to my book as you gave way to sleep
Sorry Atticus, your admiration is being shared
As I got down the train, I saw you
seated at the platform on a ***** wooden bench
with rusty brown scraps falling out of the wet wood
"Weren't you going to meet your wife, sir,
do you need any help?"
"This is where I saw her for the first time,
like you were talking to yourself
when she had gotten out of a train,
I missed mine after that of course.
you chuckled and then sighed with satisfaction
Look, here she comes!
ecstasy
Sit here my love,
I missed you.
I got you the bangles you had asked for,
you know I can't say no to you.
That mascara in your eyes my dear,
you take my breath away, every time,
like you did sixty years back.
Yes, I love you too.
Meet this kid from the train, don't scold me,
I told her everything about
how you swept me off my feet.
Remember, when your father held a gun to my throat
as I asked him for your hand,
he declared he would shoot if I even shivered,
I almost wet myself!"
you grinned and ****** back on one side,
like somebody mischievously hit your arm
from thin air
No I couldn't smile this time.
I looked in to your soulful eyes one last time
and turned towards the invisible figure.
"Nice to meet you, ma'am."
And I walked away, with tears trickling down my eyes.
.
Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 10:01 AM UTC
When I was a kid, my teacher gave me
little red stars in my notebook.
Ha, silly teacher!
Stars are red when they are drifting further, never to be had.
Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 2:15 AM UTC