You sway in the past
Linger like a beam
Of a somnolent sunshine
In its moments that swelled you up.
Try to wheedle and root yourself
Like a feathery cypress
On its ochre coloured paths.
Spread yourself like a flowering vine
All over the places and events
Captured with a fervent heart.
Cause even a single toe
Dangling unknowingly into
The external spaces
Of present
Seems to situate you fully
Beneath a cast of whitening skies
With the shape of silence
As your only companion.
Where a thousand different times
You've always struggled
To solemnly exist
In fact.
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 10:08 AM UTC
In secrecy her thoughts dwell
So discreet are her actions
That try to slip past the
Nods of harrowing disapproval everywhere.
Feelings that stumble from the mouth
Become a burning garland of despair
Is what she hears
Like a chant everywhere.
Despised is the knowledge
Futile are the facts
That she strives to glean
From the world that's determined
To reduce her size
Into a box of standardize
measurement everywhere.
The hunger that makes her assertive
With a vision of a lioness
And a vigour of an athlete
Is seen as anomaly
A jarring discrepancy everywhere.
In thus a queer, uncanny world
She's forced to exist
Suspected as a devil
Rather than a marvelous human everywhere.
Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 11:56 AM UTC
Dear one,
The trial of your slow waning, is what haunts me like a wretched spirit. The way my dayly moments, that used to resonate with thy invaluable presence are dwindling like a destitute's wealth, renders me a maniac, ridden with an inexorable anguish. What am I supposed to do. I cannot lift these sacks of grief. Enfeebled by a dolour, tis like I'm fighting a lost battle, with a forlorn capacity. Nary a thought grips me still. Thine picturesque glance, the blithe cadence of thine lips, upon which I nurtured and reared banquets of poetry, now tend the flames of a halcyon past, that singes me with a rapacious melancholy. The throes of longing imprison and harass me till I'm cemented within a dank spite for myself, and ruefully discard any smidgen of reprieve. Beloved, I'm a convinced bearer of countless blunders I agree. Mine miserable apologies will only vacate the gasoline of thy peace. But a miniscule opening is all I seek. With reverent hope, I beseech thee. Indeed, for I will become a bane for myself without thy caress to redeem me.
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 12:54 AM UTC
Adoration reigns supreme, like a never lost battle
Every word, every act expresses a tale of untold desire,
/
Nothing seems to placate, the restive thoughts that rattle
Everything burns and heats, in an incredibly untamed fire,
/
What then aches to be released
Like a jaunty bird from inside a trap,
Are unheard, muffled truths hidden within heartbeats
That seek some reason to eagerly unwrap,
/
So long as they’re coerced to solemnly stay
Within the confines that imprison their devout expression,
/
All the seasons will persistently make way
For the sins and crimes of an inordinate, unrequited passion.
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 1:21 AM UTC
There's this unforseen announcement
An unanticipated dissemination
Of an abstract, unsolicited thought
That ricochets within every single cell
Of my facade
And furtively causes
A mass hysteria
A bedlam which I am
Unable to dominate.
Then there's this smoke
A bevy of pungent fumes
That rises insidiously from
The blight of all my sense and sanity
And the ensuing frustration
That yields nothing
But a night full of relentless tossing and turning
And a dawn full of panicked breaths
That renders my anatomy
As scarred and stricken
Yet leaves it to trail
Amid the gusty shores of life
Anyway
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 12:39 AM UTC
You look beautiful, with a matchless splendor,
The taste of your voice
Breathtakingly delectable
To all the four senses
Eager to embrace you
With a sprightly endeavor,
You seem like an aesthetic vision
That I'd love to comprehend
With the mind of a cartographer
And eyes brimming with happiness,
You feel like a melange
Of glowing colours
Shedding those petals of dusk
That bind the hope of dawn
For a budding floret,
I only wish that somehow
I was able to map the distance
Which spreads persistently between
Your presence and my reverent arms,
Before it's too late
And this life spirals away
In meaningless motions and tasks
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 11:55 PM UTC
He follows the same orbit
Everyday
In the same motion,
Devoid of any thrilling emotions,
With desperate dedication
Without changing the pace of his muscles
Or the direction of his notion
Day after day
He isn't allowed to run
Or shift, tilt, step
Even a tiniest bit,
away from this linear trajectory
Which he tries to bruise and beat
Using the enduring might
Of his legs
Yet every morning
He opens his eyes
To the searing light
Of a sun
Pushing and shoving him
Mercilessly,
Towards the place
of his daily grind
And exertion
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 11:12 AM UTC
The aching brambles of this eternity
Pierce and rip through me mercilessly Tangled between their
inextricably intricate knots
I howl and scream indefinitely
Only to find my desperate voice
Get repeatedly trapped and ensnared within
It's razor sharp bars
And become evidently inept to turn into
A choral symphony
Buried beneath it's empty, vacant
Yet unflinching and determined grip
I struggle and strive to remember
Those dreams that caressed me
Long ago
With a vision that was blissfully distinct
and immeasurably distant than
The endless phases and facets of life
That now surround and besiege me
How can I freeze and pause
This ever-growing loop of perpetuity
Without waiting and wondering about
A constantly flickering yet elusive end
That too,
Refuses to cradle and embrace me
Wholeheartedly
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 1:26 AM UTC
The sky looks marvelously serene
Like a bejeweled birthday gift
Laced with bright ribbons
Of a sparkling sunlit peace
Perhaps it's an evidence of
Our invisible yet invincible
strength and synergy
To continue living or existing
In a clear direction which
Renders us worthy of
A gracious life as well as
Shelters our faith in ourselves
Even when the vicious wintry haze
Makes us shiver and quiver
With ceaseless doubts and mysteries
Let us all bask in the pleasing warmth
Of this heavenly gift
Let's celebrate together
Our mindful victory against
Our very own weaknesses
Today
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 8:00 AM UTC
A crisp cold day
Reluctantly makes way
For a pale spectral evening
Whose sky isn't willingly beaming
With even a single drop of star
That may rest like a victorious scar
Upon the dim dull curtains of a night
That seem to be enticed by nothing bright
Except dusting the landscape all around
With a deluge of derisive winds that hound
A mighty silence
And an aggravated sentience
Tonight
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 9:50 AM UTC