Silence slices through air
Silence throbs pain in my head
Silence echoes amongst the dead
Silence melts heart of stones
Silence cleaves through bones

Silence is sweet
Silence is golden
Silence forsaken all
From materialistic devotion

I am a moth
Who flies too close to your flames
Only to calm a feeling that ought to tame.

My heart is shot
By Cupid’s arrows aimed at me
To thaw the cold feeling freezing me.

My mind wanders
To the deepest lee of a secret grove
And, lose sanity in an enclosed trove.

A blue feeling blooms in me
Blue as the sky, blue as the sea
My wings flying high and free.

Soaring over waves of gold
Erstwhile, I land on the silver shore
        To only discover that--
All glitters are not gold
And, all blue feeling
          Are not crestfallen on hope

I tread carefully,
          Making ripples in the lake.
I assure myself truthfully,
     "This dream is not fake".
My will carries me to my beloved.
      To be free of scornful judgement,
In hopes to be treasured and loved.

One fine day,
I witnessed a blessing
A blessing of a feeling
Greater than love and friendship.

A union of souls
With mutual respect, they hone
Sparks of trust of devotion
Bloomed amidst their emotion
        Of love and friendship
  Sealed with their lips.

Scars embellish every inch of me.
Ornamenting each memory
                              Vexing with anguish,
                               I shrink from them and flee
                                                                         Wishing myself godspeed--
                                                                          My legs carry me
                                                                             To the farthest lee.

                                  (Of unfamiliar lands)

We played a game,
Where neither of us--tell a name
And yet, submerge in a ravine of shame.

We agreed to this perilous gamble
In a morbid hope of a beast to tame;

Which crawls beneath my skin
Set to devour everything akin--
       To happiness and love,
That was stowed away hidden
      In a secret trove.

I carve with a knife on my *****
To only find a fathomless cave
           Which gapes at me--threatening to swallow whole.

Fear and dread thunders to my core
             At the horrors of our sin
         That stain our souls

Night cascaded her dark robes overhead
She enthralled me with her children--
And, I stood there
Captivated and Bewitched.

How the crescent blooms so full !?
Veiled by the solar glare--
Yet, so beautiful
Sterling sisters splay across their Mother's robe
Between the black folds, twinkling stars danced merrily
                         So full of joy, so full of hope

A shard of vintage hope
Stained with no scope
Painted for an antique emotion
Which was drowning in a deep ocean
Woefully against all of my notion

On the edge of a chasmic cliff
A forlorn shade of my soul, stands stiff--
She stares down in the fathomless abyss
Not fearing the abysmal crisis
In which, she will plunge in a gorge of vices

Flames dance and flicker towards her heart
And, breaking the iron-wrought cage apart
Alas! To only find a ghastly grim cavern
Engirdled between lungs and ribs,
Her once-alive heart--was torn to shreds
All whilst, a monster gently caressed
Towards the harrowing path of an eternal rest