What are you still doing here?
I told you to go.
I told you I can't come back home.
But you're still here,
In my bones.
In every atom.
When I said I was addicted,
I meant I was enslaved.
I meant to say I was yours,
You took me captive unknowingly.
And now I can't let it fade,
The comfort of your embrace.
It held me with you,
It captured me willingly.
And I belong to you,
And I always will.

Piles of poems surround me
My heart and thoughts
Put to paper.

But I dare not share
A single piece
Out of fear of losing
Bit's of my soul.

Writing is my gate to freedom,
So why do I feel held captive?

You Surround Me


I find in your aura
a mighty tide of emotion
into the long hours of every night
with an endless yearning of joy and light.....

The time does not permit to have you with me
you bolted and ran after the ******* was over
why did you leave and find another, the canvas is gone
your muse i lost, in the faraway lands of tomorrow
your tender touch has faded, the devotion
I had for you, makes me wonder what could
be could be....

Your aura surrounded me, your passion for life
astounded me, as the tears flow they know me
as your presence had drawn my face....

Within the strokes of your artist touch
your inevitable emotion brings me to my knees
you were the sweetest heaven i knew
now draws the tears as they flow
to the scented candle so low...

You may be gone, our passion destroyed
but love yearns for you.... through you I know
and maybe you hate me, maybe you despise ...

I was caught in a current of surprises
melting upon the current of my tongue
drawing the strings of love
that held me captive....

You surround me even though you are gone....**

Debbie

Stifling from the fallen Grace
You've loved,
You've lost.
Unbidden promises,
the ones that annihilated
What was known as love,
What was known as caring,
What was known as selflessness.
But why?
Are they the ones you keep safe
In your ******* soul
Filled with anger,
Frustration.
Those are the promises that is meant to be forgotten,
Yet you hold them captive,
Reasons?
I shall never know..
Will you ever let me know?

-F.M

Amazon tribes looked through forested twine
to catch me with sharp sea creature needles
streaming through air currents to soak into my behind
and they brought me back to be one of their people

gold leopard spreads paw fingers to scratch the earth
and green twisted vine latches rock to wood
I have danced with fish among the surf
in mountainous shadows have I stood

weather so damp you breathe inside out
feet have become greedy eyes drinking the ground
salty skin seems to constantly pout
I am technically captive but feeling unwound.

She spoke words
that would melt in your hands
drifting slowly
softly
like snow on a winter’s pale dusk
warming itself against an ashen hand
turning itself into a tiny puddle of water
seeping into your veins
and to your heart
seizing it,
and taking it captive with it’s icy aura
forever changing the way
they see the world,
a newfound perspective
filled with peace
for even though her words
are cold to the touch
it is a touch of peace
which with the fire burning in our hearts
can refine
and create a masterpiece with it,
turning this peace
into the even greater burn for desire,
for tranquility
and a great passion for sweet freedom
Her words shaping a world
where fire and ice
live as one
in perfect harmony
and in beloved symmetry.

Facebooks News feed but it does not feed,
It fuels our perception of popularity,
It makes me wonder why is it this we need?
We get a thrill out of getting a like, it this humanity
Ruining ourselves with our own intelligence?
Are we not to evolve? This does not make sense,
On twitter we tweet,
But only birds tweet,
Birds are free and wild,
They do not worry about money or time,
Or if they can make the next line rhyme,
We are as free as a bird in a zoo,
Exact times to eat and use the loo,
We are slaves of our own mind,
These "intelligent" creatures which rule mankind

The boundaries in the mind
Is impenetrable by the Light
Of consciousness,
Concealing the obdurate ideas
Within the confines of the walls
Held captive, and mired in obscurity
Leaving the mind in desolation*




© Amitav (Radiance)