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Arjun Tyagi Mar 2017
The thorn in her side
That *******, him.
The rose long gone,
leaving the pain within.
She bleeds red from mind.
I bleed salt from eye.
Arjun Tyagi Mar 2017
Hey
Can I call you stardust?
Can I call you by names
That corroded.. with time's rust?

Hey
Will you remember?
Will you ever wonder
If our lives before.. were better?

Hey
What if I was less than
A human in the present?
Would I recognize us then?

Hey
Have you never felt it?
The reason we have seen this?
It is not..coincidence.

Hey
The skies are now tainted
Billion years faded
Our wait at last...Is ended.

Hey
May I sing you a layby
Have  you in my cradle
And send you..To the light?
Arjun Tyagi Dec 2016
If you do, dream sweet,
if not, hear the morning birds tweet.
The Sun is summer, stretched too thin,
Our winter comes at night,
when Moonlight shines within.
Arjun Tyagi Dec 2016
Seize me.
Cease me.
Sleepless fits,
Nightmare fuel, endless rain.
Grinding midnight bones,
Like a demonic epilepsy,
I am the sum of Pain.
Netherworld, Asgard, Helheim I have roamed,
Only to wait for you, from the Dreamscape,
To come home.
Arjun Tyagi Dec 2016
Red of her nail,
Leaves it's kiss upon skin,
Peeling secrets from layer
Upon layer of him.
Red of her nail
Grazing a neck in sleep
A woman's vengeance
Is not bitter, only sweet
Red of her nail,
Points at places,
Where love between them
Was thin as laces.
Red of her nail
motions him on his knees
Put heel to head
A Domina, a Queen
Red of her nail,
Never faded while she tied,
a tie as he left home,
A day already bright.
Red of her nail
On the doorknob
As soon as she finds
Her trust has been robbed
Red of her nail,
A caress on my head.
Red of her nail
*A woman is sharper than a blade
Arjun Tyagi Dec 2016
Sol stands bright behind me,
Yet my eyes burn.
It is her turn,
One behind this thin glass,
To hold my gaze,
Blind me with her light,
Akin to Vulcan's furnace.
Arjun Tyagi Dec 2016
Ghost town impression,
Hooded eyes cower.
Gazing across white murk,
Solitary, stands a snow capped bower.

Scrambling steps,
Wiccan wallowing of the willows,
Pronounce a guest; a traveler,
Would you give him rest?
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