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Arjun Tyagi Jan 2019
Out of light,
In my sight,
A ghost in your voice,
Whispering lies.
Of a bed, of walls,
To be shared till we fall;
Of two who would not part,
Till either of us, the Reaper called.
Arjun Tyagi Feb 2014
Well worn, this path we tread;
a myriad kaleidoscope of gravel.
The darkest corner beyond the wall,
moonlit shadows concealing our travel.
  Let them fall, shed ****** tears, Mary incarnate,
moist the soil, so I may sow the now growing seed;
of Envy, Wrath of Pride such,
of Lust, Hubris and of Greed.
  Fine welts of nimble fingers,
reddening the newborn scratches on my chest.
If aware that intimacy is paid with blood,
I never would have touched your waist.
  A reflex, a conditional response,
is what I deem it to be.
Servility shown is wasted, for
pride cannot bow further, when already on bent knees.
  Disdain, distaste and disgust over
the fingerprints on your ****** skin.
Wipe away the invisible marks
with your sleeves as if they had never been.
  You step away, stomach churning,
at my sight; a black mass of acid.
Dripping hurt, sadness and unjustified desire,
the less cold-hearted might call me placid.
  Before inevitable departure, screaming obscenities,
at the burns I caused on your flesh,
allow me to separate your beliefs
from lies and follies caught in a mesh.
  Years I have ****** the venom,
burning my own, now charred heart.
Blackened, destroyed limbs and face,
if you remember ma cherie, I was flesh at the start.
  Nevermind though, how I became,
what I am forced to be.
Little lover of mine, stay away please,
before you burn in my acid intimacy.
Arjun Tyagi Oct 2016
When you finally burn your soul,
Was I the pyre,
Or was I the fire?
Arjun Tyagi Aug 2015
Reality was bereft
As your head,
Caresses the pillow
A night deft.

As I hear the crickets
Lagging behind, I
With you on the way
To dreamland with a ticket.

Don the Hatter's Hat
In Alice's Wonderland.
As we sip tea
With Rabbit and the Cheshire Cat.

Be large or be small
Eating chocolates
And muffins
Down the rabbit hole.

A carpet of wings
We fly over
The Caspian, The Aegean
To where the Siren sings.

Three headed dog is yours
A gargoyle, mine.
Little pets we walk
Down Tartarus's corridors .

Europe behind, we face
South West
To the land of Mayans
And folk of a mystical race.

We play war chief,
Play in our blue tepee
Flying on the backs
Of eagles as they screech.

You dance around
My fire
Gyrating in that form
Bringing rain down.

Purple Rider
On a wind maned horse
Black One on a
Golden strider.

Barfights and shootouts
Brawls and scuffles
You gained a puffy eye
While I broke my stout.

Seeking a view
We jumped from
Skyscraper to skyscraper
Old and new.

Jumped from hills
Into rivers
Spoke to the wild
For time to ****.

Wary of the time
We take flight
Off the Everest
We just climbed.

Down and down
Into a sea
Coloured silver
Bubbly diamonds all around.

No lack of gas,
You put swimming to the test
Tripped on a rock
A jellyfish attacks!

Boom and Pow
Wham, slam and
A big crunch
Little jellyfish said ow!

Get stuck in traffic
Office hours
We suppose
As the birds swam chaotic.

We're here!
Portal to reality
Now exposed
By now the dream was dear.

Maybe now you can't see
But we will,
The sun rise,
From the bottom of the sea.

So we wait
As the sea turned
Silver to fire
A nice first date.
Arjun Tyagi Sep 2018
Imprint on skin,
Imprint on a pane.
The One on my chest, her grace;
The Other fades sans trace.
Arjun Tyagi May 2014
Do not die before me.
Sweet one, I beg and I plead.
  For what is not a whole,
  May never be complete.
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 2013
An anteroom for his Mistress tended
By a man with empty smiles and sore aches
He slept in the corner while she the bed,
She was his all, his command, his heart-break.
For all her wanderings he never thought
About where she, leaving him, goes off to
A jealous inquisition did lead to naught,
The Mistress would pass without an adieu.
Always poised she, with her victorious pride
Given endless comfort of getting away
With all acts, omissions of wrong and right,
He, a mute never complaining, loving her each day.
   Relationships seldom come without a cost,
   Nigh impossible 'tis for a Slave to have it be lost.
Arjun Tyagi Nov 2017
The ink turns to cream,
Silence loud, the demons scream,
For chaos of the night,
Has passed over to the light,
The paralysis of my slumber,
Remedied by a woman of wonder.
Arjun Tyagi Aug 2017
Blue so perfect it looked
Azure.
The Greys dormant,
Like ash on my tongue.
Bare since eternity,
With storm-wrinkles now and then,
Wonder how often the sky
Is a baby and old again.
The Black so deep,
Deeper than Hades' Keep.
The Silver so fine,
Blinds a cat's eye.
Still bare since eternity,
With a pattern of utmost conformity,
Wonder how the same sky
Is beautiful yet marred with deformity.
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 Apr 2018
Dear Ma'am

Let me begin by saying,
A heart in your office is left swaying,
When the elevator dings at around nine,
When your scent before you arrives.

Wafting past my aisle,
Drifting beyond my seat,
Shampoo and Conditioner galore,
Your presence fills the floor.

Around March, I got lucky,
When your computer caught fire,
You vacated your cabin, and
Moved to the cubicle next to mine.

Even if for a week,
It was worth the entirety,
Of the time I have invested in your venture,
Of the time I shall spend in the future.

Kindly allow me this poem,
A message I will never send across to you,
Subject-less, impertinent,
Never shall your inbox receive, my words so true.

Regards and Thanks,
For letting heart slip into work,
For though this may never come true,
My feelings I shall never shirk.

Yours sincerely,
Mute eternally,

Arjun
Arjun Tyagi Sep 2014
Nevermore shall cries call,
To beseech the sense.
Comprehension of past tense;
A future built to fall.

Sanctity of an Amen,
Reduced to ashes in the mouth.
Avian journey to the south;
Forgotten and forsaken.

Hours of the wake,
A forced opening to eyelids.
When sleep offers silence;
Who would not in comfort, partake?

Fruitless labouring,
A torch beside Jupiter's bolt.
A life never written whole;
Must need divine delivering.

Goddess help, come,
To the humblest.
Wipe the insanity so picturesque.
My veins, with it thrum.

In lieu of sanity lost,
She comes with obsidian price.
To the cursed man, thrice;
Forever branded by her cross.
Arjun Tyagi Sep 2018
My toes fail to curl in the concrete beneath,
Tears unfurl as I yearn for the Beach.
My nose bleeds, infiltrated by gas, smoke and dust;
The sting of saline odor gone; eyes dry, for Brine I lust.
I swim in a Sea but of a different kind, stretching far out before me,
Schools of myriad Fishes crossing roads, circumventing my being.
But there is only One true sea, the Sea behind my Home,
The Sea where I lost a sister, A mirror on which the moon shone.
The Sea sighing and whispering, its waves the only lullaby I knew,
On its beach, golden sand and memories of a woman I made love to.

So I swim and I come up for air,
For air that smells of death,
Not of Brine.
Until I lay to rest, like
My sister in her watery grave
In this concrete Sea of mine.
Arjun Tyagi Nov 2016
A splash of tea.
A dash of coffee.
Empty cups sat long after,
The departure of their masters,
In a wayward coffee shop,
Pondering on words,
Spoken in a rare dialogue.
Arjun Tyagi Jan 2014
Panasonic* and Sony beeping
in custom made Reid & Taylor pockets.
A trade for a Rolex throned on his wrist in lieu of
once existent dreams, in now hollow sockets.

Adrenaline pumping before
high stakes meetings and brunches.
Calculating the dose of his choice of drug,
penthouse suites and timeline crunches.

Dizzy with ambition, painting
******* bleached canvasses.
Narcissistic laughter aimed to beguile others,
he, for whom his relaxants are stresses.

Dealing with the Devil himself,
power tainted and ill-gotten,
the realization that humans are not beyond sale;
in markets, mergers and acquisitions.

Recessions, Inflations, cruel overdoses
of risk, of danger unspoken.
And when he surfaces again to consciousness,
profits, losses both taken and broken.

Lost in the sewers filled with;
stock brokers and agents alike: the pawnors,
a haughty expression with green bills,
to score his ecstasy, capital owners.

Another dollar, another hit
never enough to sleep remembering the day.
A Corporate ****** scouring for riches,
a high, a trance not soon before long will sway.
Arjun Tyagi Nov 2016
Embarrassing,
Each time, I remain a passer by.
She walks past, smiling,
Perfume wafting, shark to blood,
I follow yet remain wary.
If only, when she looked at me,
Said hello,
That one and only time,
If only the sound I made then was my own,
And not the frogs in my throat.
Arjun Tyagi Nov 2016
I tire of waking to sticky notes;
On my pillows,
Where your head was the night before.
Arjun Tyagi Jan 2019
(Ec)static*

Rusty voice
Blending in harmony
With the static,
over a 4 am phone call;
Wading knee deep,
In fitful sleep.
But it was precious;
The sawed voice,
The parch in her throat,
A raw call from slumber,
Into sudden awakening.
And she realized later,
Today was the first day
His voice was the voice
That interrupted
The silent dreams.
Arjun Tyagi Jan 2014
When  silence and darkness fall,
night.
The Unknown under the bed does crawl.

The lights snuffed and switched,
off.
The Entity's forms twitch.

Under fatal delusion,
waiting.
A black mass of sheer illusion.

Whirling in self maintained,
confinement.
Matter scrambled, yet contained.

An Entity of some proportion,
considerable.
Unknown, it stalks with devotion.

Listen not, too carefully, at moments,
dark.
lest you wish to hear it's laments.

Oh how it cries, the weep,
haunting.
Ice in the veins to keep.

Beyond doubt, of any sort,
believe.
The Entity, it's patience, not short.

It dwells, it dwells,
resolute.
On fear it thrives and swells.

A call! Christ,Allah, God!
futile.
It savors in pleas distraught.

It crouches with deadly grace behind,
you.
Waiting for a scream amplified.

A belief now formed,
steadfast.
Shadows during the day are deformed.

Night only brings us,
closer.
Entity, pleasured while I, anxious

A shadow, a wraith, the identity,
Unknown.
All consuming darkness, the Entity.

Reader, reader, never look,
behind.
Your sanity, is at risk, mine it has took.

Ignore not, this sincere a plea,
warning.
For I, like you this moment, chose, to not believe.
Arjun Tyagi Dec 2013
Innumerable aeons ago,
in the unformed valleys,
on the barren land,
two beings were born.
  From the roots of the elm,
and through the earth,
raised as man and woman,
with flesh were they adorned.

Oh what a sight it was,
the first breath of life,
the start of two worlds,
both so deftly intertwined.
  And once formed,
they glanced at each other.
It was beauty infinite,
to their new-formed minds

The man being braver,
took the first step.
Unaccustomed to feet,
he swayed and staggered.
  The woman being gentle,
took the second step.
Reached tentatively to him,
and fell upon the heather.

Both lay upon the grass,
and contemplated the next move.
But of this they were sure,
one they must be from two.
  He stood up weakly again,
pulled her to her feet.
Thus they stood as one,
and trode upon the dew.

Unknown to them,
was a vast unexplored land
to which they hitherto went
walking together always.
  They did not stop,
fearing the giant expanse.
Dark as otherworldly nights,
bright as unseen summer days.

Treading together
they discovered wonders.
About the living land
and more about the other.
  The woman saw more,
as she was observant.
The man learned skills,
for he was stronger.

After many rises and falls,
of the great warm disk,
They arrived at a great cave
near the shores of the blue serpent.
  It welcomed them
with the warmth of endurance.
With sanctuary and a haven,
where they finally laid.

Soon the giant expanse,
parted and poured water.
Sooner, the warm disk,
became even warmer.
  Then trees bared themselves,
and the earth withered.
The breath of the air,
would cause them to shiver.

And through the seasons,
she observed and he learned;
all that they could,
of their serene world.
  He would rise with the sun,
bring berries and fruits.
She would feed them,
and thus life did unfurl.

Now they had all they wanted,
comfort, safety and a home.
As human tendencies go,
they moved to each other.
  He would often see her,
singing to the air.
She would often see him,
in their heavenly slumber together.

Here was a woman,
who could tame beasts.
Here was a woman,
who raised bounty from the earth.
  She would sing and dance,
and the flowers would bloom.
She would sing in the cave,
warming heart and hearth.

Wherever she went,
life would follow.
If there was none,
she would be a new mother.
  Life into trees,
life into bones.
Life she would pour,
whenever she would sing.

And before he knew it,
he could not breathe.
Without her voice,
he became weak.
  And so it went without doubt,
she was the one he wanted.
Much more than his life,
his mate, his Eve.

Ten moons later,
while sitting under a tree.
Said he to her,
his heart with her heals.
  Through emptiness, loneliness,
and through hurt and pain.
Through heat, through cold,
through fall, through rain.

Her voice pierces all,
all gloom and despair.
It sets this man free,
from his flesh-bound lair.
  She brings bounty,
of the earth to their dwelling.
Fruits, nuts and flowers,
oh, so sweet smelling.

Her words are commands,
to beasts and birds alike.
This man before her,
his heart too, she did strike.
  He has waited,
watched, wondered and awed.
The ethereal voice she possesses,
fire from a dragon's maw.

He has watched her,
be one with nature.
He has seen her,
walking hither and tither.
  Her hair shimmers,
in the moon like a blaze.
Cascading falls of black,
his eyes stay fazed.
  She could not be Earthly,
of this he was sure.
Made for a higher meaning,
by her, he was to be allured.
  This was intended,
to flourish and to live
He loved her so, the tamer of beasts,
nothing could take her away from him.

Stay still, like a stone, he said
so this man can caress you.
Let him come closer,
'tis time for what is due.
  And as their lips met,
the withered fall transformed.
Spring came forth,
all dead life morphed.

Unable to keep silent,
God himself came forth.
Planted an immortal orchard,
of Apples before the two betrothed.
  Said he to her then,
we must never go unto the garden.
Defiant, the bearer of life, the woman said,
unwise it is to ignore the fruits laden.

So she passed, having said that
while he was left with his cries.
For what good are pleas and somber begging
to deaf ears and blind eyes?
  And as her toes bore her weight,
she plucked the ripest of the fruit.
Whilst the man's unheard shouts,
all they were to her were moot.

And before his eyes,
his love withered and died.
Disobedience with Deathly price,
the Apple from her fist he pried.
  He savored the juice it spilled,
ecstatic revelry of immediate sorrow.
How could he have walked alone,
in now an unwanted tomorrow.

Thus it came to pass,
that Magna Mater and Pater ceased.
Parents to Kingdoms to come,
the original Sinners before their children-to-be.
  As I sit here and wonder,
of the lovely sin, ancient and arcane.
God pardon me tonight,
For my Eve, I would have done the same..
Arjun Tyagi Aug 2017
pain
The eyelid falls
As does a whip.
lash
Another "mistake"
So called but called.
scar*
Nothing suffices,
She stares,
Under pale eyelashes.
Arjun Tyagi Dec 2013
The Trinity Hours, I open the fridge,
much like how between us, I created a bridge.
A row of flat Corona beers,
as flat, if not more like conversations when you were here.

I remember as I pick the bread knife
memories of a long departed past life.
I reminisce those shoddy arguments,
how the silver needles were just intoxicants.

Will you be happy now,
If I accepted your I TOLD YOU SOs?
Believe you me, regret is what I came back with
from the Rehab for the sick and addicted.

I lied awake at night,
cursing obscenities galore and cried.
Wishes for a repeated penultimate
hit of sweet ****** did not abate.

Missing both my Mary Janes,
stripped of all but poisoned veins.
I waited for Dr. Smith's prescriptions,
pseudo-trance, my stage for revelations.

Sunken eyes, then too blind to see
now look at silly internet memes.
Remembering how they made me laugh,
while you yelled on the phone you'd had enough.

I wish I had paid heed, when
the poison had been but a seed.
I wish I had lowered my own defense
when everything you said did not make sense.

Seven months and Seven days it took, finally
the doors of the Rehab from its hinges shook.
Let me out back to a shade of my former self,
this change without you is worthless.

Even though I am cured by societal norm,
I pretend to be, yet in my dorm.
Despite being free to roam the world,
this letter is dispatched from my own Rehab, with love.
Arjun Tyagi Aug 2017
There was that salty syringe,
Sweet seduction of senselessness.
Then there was you,
Who left behind a ghost heart,
Carried by numb hands,
And dead legs.
Arjun Tyagi Aug 2018
Swallow whole
Obsidian Heart
Never for it to see
The light of the world.
Cold
Wrapped in Her blood
Away from the heat
The venom unnfurls.
River
Plasma boat beneath
To be carried
Over the ice red churn.
Obsidian Heart
Was Absorbed by Her
Lady Snake
Writhing in pleasure.
Arjun Tyagi Dec 2014
When the hearth shall burn,
Hestia incarnate, my love she turns.
Faces me, brings me close,
Reminds an insecure heart, it she chose.
A sombre wish for a lasting pyre,
Of wood and timber feeding the fire.
Her hands when cold; warmth, my gift,
Endless sleep in passion, together we drift.
Arjun Tyagi May 2017
Once she was a hearth,
Warmth of a home,
She claimed in a heart.
Now, the dying embers,
Of a campfire,
Unsustainable,
Under a naked sky.
Arjun Tyagi Nov 2016
I wish you would lie to me
With your eyes open for once
Arjun Tyagi Oct 2014
Two brushes in clumsy hands,
Walls painted red and white.
The paint on your chin, wrong
Or a kiss gone extremely right?

The mesh on the door,
Veils your face, my twin.
As you leave me on the porch,
The door creaking when you go in.

The hose, with water gushing,
Drenching you that Winter night.
Hurried hands made you coffee,
Lit a cigarette, quite in fright.

Our chimney, a stubborn child,
Refusing to spit out the smoke.
Some days you'd forget to take measures,
The vents closed, it made us choke.

Earthly smell, the wood,
Warmth of skin and our bedsheets.
Towel wrapped, barefoot,
Emerging like Spring's spree.

Our neighbours, the trees,
The Lady Oaken, staring.
While Mr. Fernis looked on
From behind the garden clearing.

To this day I live,
In the House that has never been.
Come when you will, little one.
We'll build that House of your dream.
Soon.
Arjun Tyagi Nov 2016
The wolf killed the bear.
The dead leaves rushed in.
Blue rushes the red and leaves violet sprawled against the sky.
The white churns orange into feeble sunlight.
The world breaks, when you dream.
And I am the first to fall.
Arjun Tyagi Oct 2019
Between the memories of a twilight just past,
and the breaking of the zenith with holy light,
hangs an old child inverted,
suspended on a thread black as unholy night.

She wonders, she ponders,
she reminisces, she thinks.
She laments, she cries,
she laughs, lucidly she sinks.

The ground below turned,
as the tide of time wills it.
While in her free-float she  waited,
unaware of all earlthy business.

Things and People come,
Things and People go.
Was it really so different,
from what those awake know?

And Realization dawns,
in the stead of  Golden Eye this morning,
just over the valleys it flew,
just under the hills it was soaring.

An arrow of inner thought,
whipping through the dark,
severed the thread,
and let her fall.

Between this one dream,
and the future beyond her shut eyes,
sleeps an old child, almost aware,
that time shall pass, time shall fly.
DT.
Ma
Arjun Tyagi Mar 2014
Ma
Mother superior,
****** nurturer of a planted seed.
Embalming growth,
Reaped the fruit with an eyeful of dreams.
  Eternal gardener,
You have raised this fruit to a whole.
Life giver,
It has grown plump flesh and soul.
  Mother love,
I am what I was brought here to be.
Fear not,
For above all, your son I will be.
  Till death,
You will wish for your son to live on.
Need not,
For in life itself your name I will carry on.
  Mother believe,
Your lap has been my throne.
Choices gallore,
But I'd rather be with you, home.
Worry less,
Mother your boy will be a man.
Listen here,
He will always be there till the end.
Arjun Tyagi Sep 2018
She weaves, a river of black,
Flowing from her lap,
The current increasing with each thread
Of satin, of black drops pouring out
From her fingers.
The walls smell of dye,
home to a spider,
In its web a beetle caught.
Murky pools of wax indicate
Where illumination was sought.
In this dark and dingy Hut,
The weavemistress carries on,
A lonesome life but filled with joy,
Of creating what was not from
Mundane items like skin and cloth.
With none to look out for,
And none to look for her,
She finished her masterpiece,
The last design she had to offer.
In silence and in peace,
In resignation and in a need
To mark the final creation
With a final deed.


Magdalena bared herself,
Poised before the window reflecting
The candles
And her haunted frame,
She adored herself as
She adorned herself
With her Gown of Black,
Feeling no regret, feeling no shame.
And to celebrate,
She lit a fire
Poured wine,

Not to the wood,
Not in a glass.
But to the Gown
And on the walls.
Arjun Tyagi Oct 2018
Hm.

It's that time again.
I utilise the block button,
Block out her and my memories,
The epitome of futility.

It is time I write,
For strangers to hear.
Of my endeavours and my pain
So someone validates me,
Gives me reason to be sane.

But then again this shall be the last,
Of the times I have held her back.
This habit I'll let go,
Little stagnant flower, I'll let you grow.
Arjun Tyagi Jan 2016
Feather light,
Suspended feet-
Scramble.
For purchase
On surfaces-
Far,
So far away.
Arjun Tyagi Jan 2019
An Autumn of departure,
I peeled away like a dying leaf
Hoping for a spring.
Finding grief.

Unnatural, a leaf must die,
Against all odds and wishes.
Because what spring comes
Before winter has hit?

And now the tide has turned,
The Winter returned.
I wither in prayer
Seeking shelter at this time of year.

A resting spot,
Beneath your roots.
Wishing for Spring upon us
I whisper I love you.
Arjun Tyagi Jul 2015
Drowsy eyes crept shut,
Creeping even as she typed.
An effort to hold sleep at bay,
Yielded only night breaking at day.

The cloud of learning draws,
Keeps him from a goodbye.
Now early morning sounds,
Are the sole reminder of the dark gone down.

Seeking reprieve and pardon,
In exchange of apology profuse;
For a night ending too soon,
For a conversation not seen through.
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 Oct 2014
The Pilgrim weary, arrives
At your shrine, endless, infinite.
Seeking comfort, day and night,
A solitary hand, in hopes to not be denied.
Soul stripped, all life
At your feet, graceful, blessed.
Reach out, beseeching a merciful caress,
Goddess garbed in immortal dress.
Arjun Tyagi Oct 2014
A Prologue, running
Two thousand
And six hundred days.
It spanned across him, realisation.
Of the tale that had begun
In a quiet bower of snow.
It would be the road,
Never taken with her
That is most regrettable.
A sorrow, unyielding
It bleeded till none remained
A crevasse in their lives.
Filled with years
Of substitution, illusion
Of having someone else.
Her credence in him,
Biased, she persisted.
Aphrodite incarnate.
Seeking an Ares,
Futility, forgetting her Hephaestus.

Two thousand
And six hundredth day,
Now transcending to the next.
Self inflicted desertion,
Guilt of a re-established
Trust in the "once was a stranger".
Has ever the velvet
Loosened from the wrist?
A bond tied ages ago.
Eternity stands challenged
By days finally spent
Together, as one.
A final laugh,
The Universe, it's cheeks
Straining to the limits.
They, fire and smoke
Never apart; for smoke shall
Still rise from a dead pyre.
The prologue has brought
Nought but the turn-

The arrival of their final Epilogue.
Arjun Tyagi Dec 2018
My Friend,
The only, is a Rainbow.

The world, a burning Sun,
Blinding me, lighting the dark corners
Of my mind.

Passing sunbeams through me to fall,
On a carpet of skymoss and cloudgrass.
Where to my surprise,
She stands everytime.

Reflecting the Colors,
The best in me,
To me.
Arjun Tyagi May 2017
Ruby lips kissed my dreams,
In another world I was free.
Free to be in hers as well.
She took me by my fingers,
At Midnight's bell.

Each night I dined.
With Queen Green of the fields as
She blew rings of smoke,
Multihued, hazy beads.

Thousand colors ran across her body
Dripping on my tongue.
Kaleidoscope high in our eyes,
Between stars we hung.

Eternal moonlight, her diamond skin
Pale as white death.
I let her sink in.
Sink in deep, in fevered dreams.

Kissed by Ruby lips,
I set sail for her heart

In a little rusty ship.
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 Jul 2016
Apocalyptic departure
A comical catastrophe.
Separated from reality
By a mere apostrophe.

Two breaths left,
One was for saying good-bye.
But the vapour hugged his throat
Breaths wasted on a deaf layby.

Gone. Just so.
Parallels do not meet after all.
Yet he'd break mensuration
A tangent beside her, tall.

Mayhap it would suit needs
Had stitches not sealed his tongue
To speak of fruits forbidden, but
Ladders of memory, often have broken rungs.

Bah! What use is the eye
Without beholding her?
What of the ear?
Without another conversation..
The nose?
Without soap soaked skin.
The flesh?
When tips of his fingers grasp air
The tongue too..
When all it has tasted is a delightful future.

Cool breeze riding,
Name personified,

Whirl, skirt and soar
He waits for her to come home.
Arjun Tyagi May 2014
Barren, the earth beckons
Sole pair of feet treading in heat.
Respite is seldom found while
Dread, exhaustion and sweat are cheap.
Burnt heather, ashes for a bed,
A pillow of dead feathers.
What else must he do to rest
Save be abed in dust, the traveller.

A fall, showering of the abandoned
Leaves, children so dried.
Lifelessly dropping, hopeless,
From clutches of the mother tree, pried.
Poison intoxicating, sapping nature
And all there is, it's fallen bounty.
To seek rest amidst the fallen
In itself is not devoid of folly.

Spines, shivering in deathly embrace
Of ice and of all that is cold.
Paralysis of a different nature
Body begging for warmth lost and old.
Silence embalms the wild
The tame are shown no mercy.
For who dare put his eyes to rest
They may never again open, never see.

A beautiful ethereal death awaits
Those lulled by false enchantments.
Songs and whispers of ivy and moss
Trap innocents at river embankments.
Fruit and flower, vines and willows,
Dryads of the woods, deepening magic.
Slumber means to never stand again,
Death in solemn sleep, of course is tragic.
Arjun Tyagi Sep 2014
Caws* in nocturnal flight,
Singular sound echoing.
Sweeping of midnight wings,
Her claws on their backs, raking.
Contours of her shape,
Ghastly in the black.
Spiralling to mirth, each night a man,
Flies to another then, takes none back.
Arjun Tyagi Nov 2018
He looks in your eyes quite seriously.
You see a light in them. More. A fire which once gave light profusely
Dying, but warm nonetheless in those frigid moments of loneliness.
He leans in after softly touching his nose to yours, with a certain degree of finesse.
Your heart tries to not stop but it does until he rests his hand on your thigh.
He asks you to breathe his name but all you can do is sigh
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 2013
Who art thou
to pass judgment so?
Harsh and unthoughtful,
what do ye know?

I have wiped
the tears you gave.
Gods ye are, if
live by thine name.

For dishonor
is what you are mourning.
While it is her name I
set on mine lips each morning.

Haveth you not,
Created ample distance?
Haveth I, the fool
not displayed resistance?

Cursed are ye,
in blessed disguises.
Ye, who laugheth at
thine Ungodly surprises.

Why? I needeth ask
why must i be subjected?
To these plays of
Satan your mate-in-bed.

Blind me, ye Cruel Ones,
for I, if ever stray,
thine throats shall
be mine prey.

Pariahs, Messiahs,
will not deliver.
The Absolution of thine name
as your hatred I shall utter.

Giveth my beloved,
surrender her unto me.
Unless thine aim,
is to faceth a lover's fury.

Throw, I pray, throw
thine jests Earthways.
But then watch me at mine death,
when I climb your celestial pathways.
Arjun Tyagi Sep 2014
I

The Baron owned,
All that was upon the moor.
He summoned the nobles,
To his Manor for a tour.

Some came in twos,
While others arrived in ones.
But all came forth,
To attend the Baron's ballroom dance.

Ushered in, by servants,
Away from the cold's kiss.
Inside, hot as a beast's maw,
Chill from spines to warmth did transit.

Tapestries hung,
Calling for their pathos.
Heavy as sleepless eyelids,
Depicting war, victories and chaos.

Arched ceiling and stairways,
A gargoyle here and a golem there.
Musty yet polished, the light shone,
On the statues' head with no hair.

The Baron led the way,
Boasting of the *Opus Francigenum
.
The guests savoured in delight,
Every word and each tenor.

The Manor De Baptiste,
Sprawling from outside.
The greatest wonder ever seen,
By nobles of the countryside.

Wine was brought forth,
Flowing not unlike the Dordogne.
Filling heads, emptying sense,
Semblance of a drunk in morn.

After traversing
A considerable number of steps,
They arrived at the doors to the fabled
Ballroom of expensive tastes.

One by one,
The guests were herded inside.
Some milled about, some danced,
No small doing of wine, some only tried.

As the night passed,
The fervour did not.
Candle lit faces swaying,
To the sounds of mellow songs.

Portraits of fathers gone and
Fathers before them bore witness,
To the sultry evening of joy.
The nobility unfamiliar with distress.

He looked on, the Baron.
Occasionally sipping his own wine.
Never tasting the stock provided
To the "nobles", the swine.

Hundreds now within,
Impervious to worldly events.
Were soon to discover,
Cries of laughter would turn to laments.


II

The monstrous clock struck thrice,
On its ivory gong.
The ebon pendulum suspended,
With the abating of the song.

His voice shushed all,
The Baron, he spoke thus;
"Nobles, gather around, if you would,
Listen to my tale, you must."


The guests by now, fever
Rising and swelling in their chests,
Came ahead to receive,
What they assumed to be some jolly jests.

" You will all die shortly."
In absence of a suitable response,
And to please their gracious host,
The guests showered him with applause.

Reader, be aware,
The wine was not just.
It was more and it was less,
Brewed from an evil lust.

Bane of the valley, the Baron,
In his forest he had his final ****.
Six hundred and sixty six,
Children, mothers and fathers, their bodies still.

A penchant for death,
An emissary for the Dark.
The Baron's necessities
With the years grew stark.

For each life his Forest claimed,
The flesh was brought to the Manor.
Servants collected the cursed blood,
Bodies hung like carrion banners.

"On the eve preceding this,
I arranged for wine exquisite.
From my own personal vineyard,
Partaking in the vintage, a requisite!"


The unknowing, innocent
Lambs in his den.
Still aloof of the liquid in their throats,
Wishing the glorious taste would not end.

And as sudden as a viper,
One noble retched blood.
Fetid emission reached noses,
And thus began the flood.

Within minutes, the expulsion spread
Much like the cursed blood in their veins.
The nobles had partook in unholy crime,
Life of innocents they had drained.

"More!"
A united voice cried out.
The blood had reached its peak,
The murmurs had turned to shouts.

The wild ecstasy filled the room,
A frenzy palpable in the vicinity.
Each guest staring at the Baron,
As the clock entered the Hours of Trinity

"Die"
He whispered like a lover's caress.
And so they did,
Under enchanted duress.

The guests, imbibed with evil
Of the Forest, snapped at each other.
No onlooker in a riot of death,
That night, like beasts they were butchered.

Eyes were gouged, nails and teeth,
Faces torn apart.
A crimson smile extended to some,
From neck to the heart.

Ladies so graceful,
Now murderous under the influence.
Descending upon their counterparts,
Tearing, ripping body and limbs.

Upright feet were the sole ones,
Not drowning in the sea of maroon.
Other extremities of the body,
Like driftwood under the ocean moon.

Not soon, excruciatingly, they fell,
Till one pillar of red stood.
Under the candlelight, black
Devoid of an eye, fingers, lips and a foot.

She staggered to the Baron,
Gripped his legs in divine embrace.
"Up ma cherie", a command,
To Death personified in grace.


"You shall mind my keep forevermore"
A champion born of bloodlust.
Assigned to nurture the Forest, his child.
A newfound mother, in her the Baron's trust.
The Baron's Forest is a complimentary poem if readers are interested.
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