An evening out with myself.
The works of the night's been idle.
Star-filled skies view silence
With tranquil dreams of vice.

Creepy winds doth blew my ear.
Fear - the vast aura of mind.
Shadows spill darkness' cup
Of wickedness' demise.

Plainly seeking her still,
The love I had confide.
Out in the dark, had I seen her?
Out there, her form, out there.

"Come closer dear." A voice speaks.
I recall her words last time.
The moon seems bitter at this binding stage.
She's dead, but her form deceives my eyes.

There's a sullen word
Written on my windowpane
Though my eyes can't see
At a glance far
From the distance
Of viewing.

Maybe scribbles of street children
Creeping the panels
Kept the glass sheets
Full with designs
Of hand markings
Able to confuse my soul
With my thoughts.

Is it really
The four-letter-word
That has denied me
Of life?
My eyes do not lie though.

True.
The sights are keen.
But the feeling?
No.

I could only remember
Anagrams of the word,
The consonants
And its vowels.

There are times when I see you
Yearning from the shadows
For my thoughts and touch.

I reach for you, try to feel
The warm and soft gestures
Of your rosy skin,

Feeling the ample texture
Embedded deep within
Your subtle being

Captivates me completely;
Drives my senses crazy,
Bites me intensely.

I surrender to your moans.
Pour out my obsession
To all your love bones.

I am familiar
With the words -
How they speak
Uncertainties
Of your heart.

I'll stand aside
And let age
Forget
What your heart
Denied.

Scribbling words came
To bothered thoughts...

Eyes connect to fingers
Requiring exceptional guidance...

Mouths conceal lips
Not sure of what tongues might say,
Blurted;

Reaching destinations
Unknown to me,
My pen and paper.

I write with wounded hands
Guilty of manual labor.

I plant the seed
That was hatred
To let it grow
Towards the clouds
Bringing forth
My anger.

Look, it grew
Tall as the
Acacia wood -
Strong, sturdy
And stable.

I sought her words, but in vain.
Me seek'est her haplessly.
I hath been mute all these years.
No sign of love, yet it did languish,
Assail'd at a time to capture mine
As the soul who wail'd a thousand tears.

My words she ne'er tried heark'ning.
Resonance made still and lame.
Tatter'd notions, worded be
Abhorring yearnings of friendship's bond.
The last letter, 'tis where it'll end;
Years of joy, though for her means nothing.

'Tis now the soul's been cheated -
Loving her who loves not me.
'Though silence dost cleanse the tears,
Time will never ease anxiety
Expounded by a heart forsaken'd
Of its innermost rimes and meaning.