I don’t want to whisper anymore, nor wish for stolen glances to be my messenger, odd hours and pillow talks on different beds miles away have now become my misery. The faucet of excuses to meet you in person and pet my pinings to sleep has run itself dry. I wish to say it aloud for your heart to hear and the universe to register. I love you. I love you, and I am left with no will, nor patience to not be with you. To be around you is no longer flattering, for in the moon and musk I see distances and measures that pull at the chords of my longing and render me a sweet wailing in its own wake. I want to come home now, make my bed with you keep the phone aside and hold you. I want my emptiness filled with your touch and find my closure in the heaves of your breathing. Take me in and leave me in no doubt, for I would live a moment with you than a lifetime without.
TURNING and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.*
In a time such as this, in darkening days Without screeching witches Frightened banshees, buggered old men Searching for solace, eyes streaming with icicle-lust- Gangrene facebook: torn-up, shredded twitter
The cries of the disconnected, Wailing! Wailing!
In a time like this, in darkening days, The disconnections come in waves!
Searching for reason amongst the unreasoning, Hunting for sanity within the insane, Identifying the dead from amongst the living.
Email excreting venom Internet exfoliating lies-politicians wrapped In deceit- A cold time of it, a wretched time of it.
Only within our hearts does hope lie. Only there Away from conflict and disorder Away From the capricious cacophony of biased debate.
In these halls of wailing souls These halls of ailing babes Stand I, to them, a fiendish ghole Needles and tubes, different sizes and grades Heartless, I ignore their wolf like howls Gently readying needles of different shades
Their screams echo off these walls My ears fold upon themselves, deaf to their fear I must continue with my mission, discarding their shrill calls I grab a flailing arm, steadily drawing it near In goes my needle, liquid within, into ****** halls In hope that their shrill cries don't persevere
In these halls of wailing souls Silence falls on ailing babes
First attempt at rhyming... Shout out to all those who do it effortlessly