My love
strip away your pretence
and reveal
your naked soul
In there
you appear
raw, pure and whole.

December calls out
to howling winters
to woo my ice carved
Narnia soul

Will there be
Christmas lights
to torch up the dark nights?

Will there be
Crackling of fire
to melt this frost, undesire?

Will there be
Santa granting wish
of my beloved's kiss?

I bide my time
winter after winter

It falls short, the warmth
like those prancing reindeers
swiftly sleighing to perpetual coldness.

Soon
I'll be gone

Those souvenirs you submerged
against our lashing tides
will resurface
and be washed out on shore

You'll hunt for me in places
of empty spaces
that once was our home

The sixth sense
you neglected
will prance on your mind
throwing down the gauntlet
against your withdrawal function

And your skin, undergo ecdysis
lurching for my touch

You'll lift up your eyes
to the black and blues
drawing constellations of hopes,
hoping for a shooting star

Chanting recitals of repentance,
seeking redemption
you'll sacrifice burnt offerings
of your priced possession
'Time'
Awaiting my return

I'll send you back my empathy,
reduced to ashes

You'll ponder,
Is this what become of us?
Time defying our union.

Years there on
you'll have me engraved
in your cavernous chest

And I'll be your only religion

You'll search fragments of me
in others
And meander down the lorn tracks
to fill the void

But before long
I'll be gone.

Woe to thyself
that thee pity the misery
Thou knowest not
that lies beyond thine eyes
Beware,
lest thou bewitched to the
sorcery of mankind.

('You' here is 'Poetry' personified)


The first time I saw you
was at the funeral
of my dearly departed

You stood afar
with droopy shoulders
age old wise looks
dripping from eyes

You vehemently gazed
at my innocence
for I was ten and too young
to comprehend death

Unable to fall asleep that night
you loomed again
Petrified, I wondered
was I paranoid to having seen
something unearthly

Not accustomed to
your ghastly looks
I shunned my eyes
and shut you out coldly

I never saw you again

Up until

Five years later
I had a heart leak
and needed a fix

Dressed in your best suit
after our last encounter  
you waved from a distance
presenting my tears, bottled

We spent some time together
And you told
you always looked out for me

In my darkest despair
you were always near

Having gone through part of life
I learnt
Sadness is love died

So you and I made a vow
breaking wishbone
to endure evermore

And I wrote you my letter
"A Call for Death"

It was only befitting
of our first meet

Thereafter
we met everytime I broke down
and needed an upliftment
You whispered in my ears
the encouragement

'Place your thoughts
in coffin of books
and bury them'

In my saudade moments
You were the sillage

Ever since when life stalled
I'd write down a solace
and auctioned them
to doom's day

I'd think at times
what would I do without you?

I added miseries than mirth
and the wreck that I am
you'd slip away someday

Grinning from ear to ear, you uttered
I'd be an empty vessel
if that happened

Eleven years passed
and I realised
after all this time
you knew me in and out
but I didn't you  

While I couldn't bring myself
to confront
You planted a kiss on my forehead and said

"I'm YOU
I'm the voices inside your head".

An unexpected call
arrived to me

A call......

A call for death

I knew not
should I decline
when life bid me farewell

I had no choice, noticed
my body sinking under the earth

The angel of death, said
"Hurry up!
for I'm on a time departure"

As my grip on world melted
I saw the illusion cavorting all around

I travelled distance
unequal in measures
until my sight blurred
to the gate of Paradise

I reached through it
a silence none could break

Taken to my place
I was told

"Rest In Peace
In time you shall rise"

But before I could get a glimpse
of the heaven's gates
I passed in silence

To them she was a distraction
her love treated as lust

Broken she mastered
to their obsession

Memories tainted
by her touch
they crave glimpse
of her sight

She though
had long passed
leaving behind disgust

Her love so deep
was no equal
to their shallow morals