Decay marks my soul

Locked in cage
Hung above the waves

Despair coming in wavelets
A yearn that aches
Smitten by rotten stench

I think I was wrong
When I thought
We were in love
As we laughed
Perhaps it was nothing
That my heart
Throbbed in its cage
When you said
I was special
Perhaps the feelings
Making me giddy
Were naught
I hope
You’d notice
When I’m gone
Not definitely
Maybe…

Touch the soul
Cautiously
For the feelings
Are highly flammable...

Dear Old Friend
Will it be enough
If I tell you
That I think of you
When I look at the stars
Hoping to have you
Beside me
Like old times
When we slept under them
Counting our blessings
Wrote our promises
On the moon
And now I miss you
To the moon
And back...

Lost in the cask
Honey dipped
His voice
Whispered
Drawn upon the skin
Ants of ***** yearnings
Zigzag
Like fingerprints
On the stained glass
Clouded with hesitation
I fell hard
For his sinful eyes

Your love
Breathtaking sundown
Sprinkled in hues
Of yellow, orange and mauve
Wonderfully wrapped
In my heart
Singing the song
Of balmy summer

Obsessed
With your memories
In the rain
I walk
My head held high
Tears of the clouds
Blend with mine
Watching from
Stained glass
I see your shape
As you hold her
At her waist
Twirling…