I chastised chastity
from the day I lost serenity.
No elixir for eternity,
rather I'd have pious pity.

Flamboyant furrows still adorn
the depths I've don
over the embellishments I've worn.
Yet, I'm barefoot like when I was born.

Tomorrow will be a better day,
they told me when she was gone.

Tomorrow will make space for you to lay,
they told me when she was no more.

Tomorrow will have better things to say,
they told me when she left.

Tomorrow will keep death at bay,
they never told me so.

The morrow could be a bleak way,
they never told me that.

The morrow wouldn't let you borrow,
nobody told me so.

To atone is to tune,
your soul's acoustic hole.
It's to loose it and be a loon
until, intoning spawns a hole.

A spartan room is an ****
for one whose toes
never follow chronology
and never miss the woes.

Eating the fruit of knowledge
bought accolades at my foot,
I have heavens to acknowledge
but I'm aging in rummage.

I smolder in pain,
as gratefulness grate.
I repulse my thoughts
as they stab me in vain.

A suave lily appalls
dirt on it's debris;
like a reclusive lady
who hates ghoulish paparazzi.

I cipher in poetry
outlets hard to decipher;
Like pottery,
it calls for practice not paltry.

Noel never comes hot,
this old codger knows his shot,
he covers everything in white
even the hairs of the slight.

He comes with a whoosh,
spreading his glittery mush
this mushy mass melts too quickly,
like a candle that melts faithfully.

Noel knows everything,
he knows what they think;
He follows them on tip - toes,
eavesdropping like the evil moles.

He lives throughout the last month,
saves his mischiefs for the first month.
That mischievousness in all innocence,
this hag he never lagged in patience.

A cold cold codger,
he accepts every lodger,
with hands too cold
and eyes that behold.

He swirls across the curling Earth,
and tints it like his own hearth.
He circles around round  in rounds,
like a flake he bounds.

Wreaths and garlands round his neck,
he approaches me for a peck on the neck.
He stalks the stockings
to gasp each longing.

He pecks the pecked things away,
and,sits all night thinking of a way,
to please me with his gifts
and, feliz me with his bits.

I'll miss you Noel,
you are my  bubbly bauble and bell,
I'll wait for you,
have a holly holiday, Noel.

Your sound relapsed
as my mind elapsed.
When my lungs again gasped,
I couldn't be more harassed.

You held my hand one day,
as if I never dreamed a day.
I don't want a 'Hey',
I just want you to say.

You know what I want you to speak.
Please,don't make it too sleek,
I know you won't let it leak,
Hey,It's better if you'll speak.

I do know that love rules
and,hate slews
but,I do love to muse
that it's left too loose.

Loving is not an avocation,
it's beyond suffocation,
You don't know the fabrication
I don't intend to make a worse vacation.

I'll be waiting
like this misty morning
to have a broken heart fixed,
those pieces to be stitched.

Even the mist knows my heart!
Why do you fill me with hate?
I know I was late..
but,is it a time to surely part?

Forever is a long time short
because,it oft sinks like a boat.
I do regret the promises,
it only gave way to objections.

I pick up the pieces of the broken
I know it'll never be mended
Where were you when it all happened?
Alas!why do you seem so shaken?

The pieces were sewn,
A new me has born;
out of your captivity.
Thanks,I can finally be in tranquility.

The breeze whispered,
as if it understood my musings.
I felt as if I was pampered,
by the whole of universe.

How odious is it to feel so low?
to be dejected at each occurrence of epiphany;
Why can't all realize the beauty of a rainbow?
Aren't we made to bathe in uniqueness?

A world with a lot of needs,

the same with a lot of bleeds,

again with less seeds,

an Earth where no one pays heed.

Leaves fall off on and on,

craving to be stepped on

soon they’ll be long gone

and,subsequently Earth will be a lifeless zone.

Are we a mistake?

because, we turned out to be a deadly stake;

A menacing lake,

A treacherous ache…

In the stillness of that split second,

my tawny eyes recognized those woods:

for, It was a familiar bend.

woods all dark and serene as they stood.

I drew my cape closer,

my movements prudential and slower

I heard footsteps behind me;

I turned,my mind dancing with glee

but my face was soon set on a sigh,

for my dreams never came by

I closed my eyes a second time

to succumb to the darkness and stillness of the glen.

A breeze touched me with it’s silent chime;

I felt light spewing in that lion’s den.

Light vanished the dark veil that covered the beauty of nature,

a beauty that nothing in this world could attain as a feature,

the divinity that none could seizure,

the beauty that we destroy for leisure.

I hated to look back to my worldly life

because ,it only bought me sorrow.

I was carried far away,away from that sharp knife.

The beauty around me seemed to stimulate the beauty within me

giving me a better hope for tomorrow.

I had been there; amidst those lilies and heather in every weather

but,I was expecting someone,in that silent ether.

my hair danced in the morning air like a feather,

I knew that something should bring us together.

My heart skipped a beat,I saw her once again

I extended my pale hands to her

she held them,anger and agony silently drained

from my finger tips,for her mind was soft and pure as fur.

Nobody could describe the love I had for that world

where, I could lose myself like an innocent child;

where, the pain of past wounds were to be shed;

the place where the light of imagination led.

I was held back from venturing my imagination,

for they told me to live in the reality,

but,did they knew the painstaking frustration

that,involved the idea of staying back,blocked from glee?

Now that I can’t go back

to that world where hate seemed to lack

I have to die in this menacing shack.

Maybe, one day i’ll be remembered in a clack

Dear,can’t you see the reflection in my eyes?

please tell me,don’t spill lies,

I lay down all my pride

please don’t leave my side.

The moon looks like a hole shot by someone in the sky;

maybe it’s a sneak peak of heaven up high.

I don’t know,I really don’t,

please be the trust and peace I want.

Will you hold my hand through those shady dreams?,

Will you be my knight in the realm of darkness?

Standing in front of the mirror,

She saw traces of her mother.

Neither as thick as leather;

nor soft as the flowers of heather.

Few minutes passed...

In her mind,emotions crashed.

memories hatched,

nothing matched.

Few hours passed by,

tears slowly saying bye

a face still marked with a sigh

but her self esteem was high.

For she knew that life would go on

but,everyday she gave a struggling moan.

She loved to be cared but,sympathy had long been gone.

She seemed to be struggling on her own throne.

She believed in God,

because,everybody worshiped the lord.

but now she seemed to doubt the strong hold,

she turned out to be too bold.

Is it a mistake or not she'll see

one day all her remorse would leave her free.

Independent of any plea,

Full of glee,

From this treacherous land she'll flee.

Sitting on the fine sand by the sea,

the stars have all gone out

and, my senses solicit me not to shout

my mind is restrained and I can’t see.

I’m blinded by the darkness in my heart

I have duties yet to complete;

wonders and loveliness left to contemplate

help me I’m falling apart.

The morning has arrived

I still lay there,closed out from what’s happening

I am not perturbed by the prepossessing

is it an end that I never derived.

No I’m not dead I cannot end

I make a struggle to open my eyes

every attempt fails still my mind lies

all I have now is a past and a future to shed.

I can still perceive everything

it’s just that I can’t have the key to the future

I am being drawn back by mother nature

the wind whispers that it’s nothing.

The sun tells me that it’s my last day

rays dance on my corpse

All my past flickers before me

I sit by the dead me,all my wishes at bay.

I didn’t have the right to reproach myself

because destiny was not my decision

instead I hummed a song with great precision

wondering why i failed in being myself.

A man with an amiable countenance

summoned to me he searched me for life

I stared deep into his eyes it reflected strife

his face bereft of happiness.

He patted my rosy cheeks

when he lost hope he searched my pockets

those pits of memories and love lockets

he found my wallet and his mind leaks.

How true is that men are ruled by vanity

that man looked around and dissappeared

as fast as he had appeared

I’m afraid there’s none to preserve my sanity.

Where is heaven?

I wished if I could go back

is there a way,I don’t know how to track

how can I live the ghost life I’m given .

I slipped into a sleep

my soul can’t repent nor repair

I swindle and tumble with the air

I am travelling to a memory’s heap.

I wake up in a fluffy bed

my legs and arms shorter

I’m buried under thoughts more happier

I’m alive and I’m not devil’s bread.

I hear voices outside the bedroom

steps fast approaching

my happiness killed by thought suppressing

haven’t death had enough of my fumes?

My new childish mind spoke

the voices were my fears

it sounded as if it’s saying prayers

‘Time machine’,the voice broke.

Yes a time-machine,it unveiled all the mystery

I am co-existing in two different times

how absurd?it doesn’t even seem to chime

but I cannot seal it as mockery.

The little me was just a heap of experiences

it must have been a bad dream

I was taught to stay on that beam

but the time machine never halted the transitions.

I finally believed that it’s my fate

and i had to stay until i could say

the machine couldn’t have mistaken

but i realized the fact until it was too late.

Years passed and my childish self grew,

one day I ended up being on the same beach ,

I realized what the machine tried to teach;

I tried to run but it was too late to be true.

Fate can’t be changed.

I died mysteriously as I had transitioned back.

Is it my second death or will I travel back?

I do not know ,it can’t be explained.

Brother, Brother what have you done?

You have gone up the stairs to be God’s son.

Your voice still echoes in my heart

your smile drives away macabre thoughts.

Brother,Brother why did you take leave

when evil saw you as too naive;

Isn’t it true that death is an inevitable end,

and that you can’t escape the strange trajectory.

Brother,brother don’t consider me selfish,

I didn’t talk to you sorry I was foolish.

I want to express my sadness

but,I don’t know why,I can’t get any tears.

Brother,maybe life has trained me that way,

to stay unshakable when emotions neigh.

The peace your face shows comforts me

as your soul’s mirror is the face only.

But your soul has gone back to it’s origin

your face doesn’t matter,you were ******

of treachery and obstacles and life’s hidden traps

just relax near that power and watch over us.

Brother your presence is much more now,

you might have gone high and low,

surfing the seas jumping the clouds;

disguising as nature’s unknown wonders.

Brother,brother you don’t have a race,

you are the same as a rainbow’s haze,

or the light falling on the cascades,

or the wind that comforted me this evening.

Brother,I know there is destiny

and, that nature doesn’t judge justly.

When your heart slowed it’s beat,

did you wish something?

All I can do is surmise

because,death always lies

that’s how it manipulates it’s victims

only the Angel of death shall listen to your last whisper.

Your soul,will be the same as other beings

we are just animals,the earth always spins.

Brother,it gives you a day

but,never reveals what will succeed.

Happiness is always followed by sadness

success by failures

birth by death

chance by hard-work.

It’s not what you do in life that mounts respect;

instead it’s the display of gratitude when help’s bereft.

That makes you remembered and loved.

Death itself is a miracle never sanctioning a fair chance.

You make promises,my dear brother,

the bringer of end never bothers.

The steps you made created lifes

without any soul even knowing.

Dear brother,your fragments go back to the Earth

your soul to the spinning fire hearth.

Absorbing all the energy like a magnet.

You shall take a new life form,I believe.

Like all the loved ones I have lost

you’ll be my protector,not eternal to the past.

Sorry brother,my breath will be air one day

and,I will be where you are anyway.