The beams of moonlight
roll down a silver carpet
in the sandy bank.
The soft singing gentle
lapping waves glitter
with its milky jewels

Became the moon's messenger
carrying its silver pamphlets
to the silvery shaded tree.
The milk white pamphlet
with silvery words carrying
message to the Sun to rise late

The moon became the silent audience
enjoying the love birds
perched on the silver tree.

I must have grown wings
captured within your arms
because I’m flying even when
my feet are planted next to yours

"are you
still in love
with me?"

asked the moon
with tears
flowing down
her cheeks

"i am afraid
that i
no longer am."

answered him
as he vanished
from the sky

the setting sun
leaving the world dark
leaving the moon behind

..but no one
handed us the hemlock
that which is before us
is our own concocted potion
but we would not admit
it is poison

we are yet
to drink the glass
as the moments pass
we would somehow
not forget
for some undefined reason

first we doubt
then wither
further down
we fall asunder
waiting for another season

to come around
to question
our very existence
in our words unspoken

we would look
through the day's sky
and tremble in adoration
at the beauty
that refuses to die
and our despair-spells
would have broken

in that enlightenment
the veil is lifted
sorrow is forgotten
the waiting glass
would be cast
aside--- nothing
that is life
shall be stolen

The birds whistle away
Tweeting favourite lullabies.
The sun has transformed
Oranging,
From her brilliant yellow hue.
She vanished,
Hiding in her room.

The day
Which once posed
In bright neon shades
Of noon,
Has tasted the shadows
Of the moon.

A slice of the moon
Flaunts herself
In the naked, neutral dark skies.
The earth rages queerly.
Vomitting  a warning sign.


My mind dabbles
In its ignorant guessing
As I gaze upon
The uncertain skies.

I feel like a meteor
Might fall to the earth
Tonight.

Anger
I am not here to pay homage.
I am here to bid thee
farewell.



For  an eternity
I have been your slave.
Dwelling patiently and submissively
In your custody.



All my profiting
From you are more anger and hate.
My heart hangs there,
In the world's angry bait.



I am choked with reason
Intoxicated with decisions.
To paint the world in bright colours,
So I begin, as I bid you farewell.

Life
These days
She combines for
Me, more in number
Than ever I reason may
Be. Of melancholy she sends
A sincere gift. While I deal with
The endless drought.Emanating from
beautiful challenges, a proof of my existence.



Joys
They brush
In a while, later
Their crannies are void.
Choked with vacuum. I bask in
The uniqueness of my tomorrow. Then
Hope hugs me. She embarrasses  me with endless suspense. Whispering like never  
Before. Seducing me like an icy-cold ice-cream.





Nearly
Melting away
In the sun's
Merciless  heat. Praying to
Be savoured on the tongue.
My tongue, precisely. Sooner
Than I may conciously realize. Like
A mirage they all voyage into extinction.





I gasp
In astonishment
As sluggishly I clad
Myself with hope when all
Seen may be supposedly washed away.