parashar
Indian
I possess this remarkably audacious incapability to judge my own style. Deeply inspired by Romanticism, organic nationalism and currently overdosing on Alliterations. / "Gurus" include W.B. Yeats, John Keats, Coleridge, W.H. Auden, T.S. Eliot, Philip Larkin, Ted Hughes, Pablo Neruda, Sadhguru Jaggi Vasudeva, and so on.
I go from strength to strength
and from darkness to darkness
Despair, and its harrowing hue
floods the narrow hallways
As I slip through them,
serpentine,
silent..
Things, as they were
are not, anymore.
But my love for her
intact; yearning for more
shall be the end of me
and my forlorn desire.
(douse these flames,
this burning fire,)
..Defiance shall set me free
Expectations echo
resonance amplified,
but the walls are hollow
shallow, foreboding sorrow
..as I silently slip through the hallways
..I slip silently, through time.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 4:20 AM UTC
In that effervescent essence of elation,
Another day dawns
Twilight finds its way through time,
twisted and tied
Trembling, like the tense, tangled trees
Decadence, descending, with delicious darkness
and then vanquished, with vain valour
That day and its dawning, drowns all
that disengages my disparagement
Distastefully delectable, defenseless..
I ascend,
into this conscious realm
I transcend,
past this putrid pestilence
that plagues my existence..
Nightmares, negated by the nascent
necrosis of my negligence.
Bereavement beckons yet again,
But there is time,
There is time to taste
the tepid transience
of tomorrow..
Silently simmering within,
seraphic, sumptuous sorrow
sinks slowly,
softly..
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
I find myself, reeling, once more,
Slipping slowly, surely, into silent suffocation,
The soft edges of my skin, and I succumb
like the sun, plunging perilously into the sea
At the end of another day, fraught with regal uncertainties.
I find myself, breathing, once more,
heaving heavily at the hollowness
Of my hapless, hungry heart..
Searching for traces of the treachery
that has drowned me in this distasteful sorrow,
I find myself, bleeding, once more,
bleeding unabashedly at the guilt,
that I bear in my melancholic soul,
tenuous tears of tessellation,
sink slowly, like the sun, into the soft edges of my skin
I find myself, numb, once more,
A numbness taking over, nefariously negating
the lasting love for light,
that I once bore deep within my self.
And I cannot find myself anymore...
Jun 23, 2012
Jun 23, 2012 at 6:14 AM UTC
Her hand slips softly, into mine,
Her eyes glimmer, with reminiscence.
and this moment is ephemerally divine
divinity, drowning in Dissonance.
The sky is turning grey,
like my love.
Her incandescent beauty, as immortal..
..as the fire that burns within my haranguing heart,
fueling perennial passion, that shall slowly fade,
like the gut wrenching ire, that obscures my gaze.
the trees, reveling in the glory of spring,
in full bloom,
pushing away the recurring gloom..
the setting sun and its sedating sight,
fills my soul with seraphic light..
As the seconds turn to hours,
and I shower my love with a thousand flowers,
the moon maketh me feel, her luminous presence,
and I drown myself, in her ethereal essence.
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 8:55 AM UTC
As the day recedes,
and the night envelopes me in her chaste embrace,
The joy of knowing what is new and lucid,
with the sorrow of leaving behind,
what was once - me.
the wind whistles past,
my heart opens up at last..
begotten memories of her innocence,
stirs my alluring essence,
flooded in the light of today's ephemerality..
obscuring the truth of rancorous reality.
What is real, is only so, to me.
Perhaps that is why, Fate wont leave me be,
to carve my own destiny,
from the stones at the bottom of the sea..
..the depth of which is as resonant as her heart.
Her heart,
echoes with the laughter of those lost years,
drowned in the sullen melancholy of her tears.
Darkness recedes, as it always does.
and the warmth of tomorrow shall embrace us,
as we lie on the dewy grass,
as the sumptuous scent of the lilies,
sends my senses spiraling into your arms
And we lie,
with our hearts
bared to heavens above us..
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 8:31 AM UTC
The woodland trees, bathed in the glory of the crimson sun,
Adorn the rugged path that droops into the valley
The autumnal wind caresses the falling leaves,
twirling them towards their destiny
The musky fragrance,
Of the dewy forest floor,
Shall soon ****** my senses
And I shall yearn for more/
I drift through the mass of naked shrubbery
They have shed most of their modesty
Not a soul in sight - though a thousand such
Reside within the woody giants
Perhaps I am too, I reside within myself..
The grey, stony trail leads me into the heart
Of this creature;
This vast expanse of golden, brown and green.
Where light does not dare intrude..
I have never seen so much malice, in such serenity..
I submit to my will, and venture into the unknown/unseen
The sorrow of winter embraces me,
Spontaneously.
The ghosts of my past lurk in the undergrowth
Waiting to strike at moment's will..
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 7:32 AM UTC