#wallowing
Somewhere in a casket,
Random in my ransacked room,never opened.
I have your silhouettes stored,
Those which I presume a man would never behold.
I imagine your shoulders broad,
Splendid as a bridge across my glee,over which my eyes could be driven.
While I could be soaked in your chest,
For you be so taller.
Your skin being tight and thick,
Such as it already feels to be bugging in.
Your kurta being loose weighed down,
Revealing the sweated collar bones,and much of the rest.
Your complexion could melt upon me,
Wallowing under the sheets.
Your caustics could potentially outshine mine,
Up to the brink, your douchebaggery could shine.
You may sing anything, Ghazals or even hums,
Your baritone could lull me to sleep,with the heft and flatness of it,with some added tunes.
Our towns could be kilometers apart,or the residents even for light years,
Might be the same for our creeds.
Your breath could be a bower,
To the desert of mine.
Your eyes being shrunk crescent moon,
With the lashes too dense,but sight like an arrow piercing.
Your poetry could define,
And for being poet from you I wouldn't envy.
Your resilience could be better than mine,
And your adamant nature,suffice to repeat an act a million times,to achieve the desired.
Unlike me an ergophile,
You could draw a better parallel line.
You were allowed to smoke,
For it, I have an affinity untold.
Your profession be any,
Your passion be vehement,I promise then, to find you in graphite and mullar and heard in Mozart's.
Your hands masculine,with the veins bulged,
And circlets and totem wrapped,red and orange around.
Skies be your preferred roof
Under the rainy sky,the sharing of petrichor shall feel sanctified.
Your gales be a crescendo
Of delight.
Your age could be more to mine,
But things could be divine.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 1:02 PM UTC
Piles and piles of garbage
Everywhere
In my room
In my brain
Clutter
In my mind
I'm too busy sitting in it
To do any spring cleaning
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC
i feel
Complexity
oft times guilt that I can't hide
or abstain
on things that should, for the moment
stay
hidden
Released in peace
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 7:29 AM UTC
I don't feel much
I don't remember much
I don't bask in sentiments
or think too much of sentients...
but certain objects do linger on...
some I keep boxed in preciously
bejewelled and polished
the smell of your skin
rubbing against mine
my scent on your shirt
carried by the cold night air
the touch of your hair
soft, comforting...
the warmth of your embrace
how many years ago was it now?...
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 2:44 AM UTC
away from the light we fly
with an innate attraction to darkness,
and when it hearkens,
we willingly follow,
covering our ears
gouging our eyes out
without thought
we wallow
in darkness
again
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
dig
your way
out of this black
hole and write to me
from the mountaintop.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC
Not so sure I know how to stop
When I look at you I feel my heart drop
You weren't my partner, you were my friend
I knew someday it would have to end
But why did you leave me when I was down
My entire life was turned around
I was falling hard with no way out
There was too much **** to worry about
I'm sorry to say I was in love with you
Though there's all the pain you put me through
You hurt me more than ever before
This much hurt, I hoped not to endure
I love you more than I've loved anyone
And I can't bear to know that we're done
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
Sometimes
Everything hits you
at once--
Like a train car
Full blast
No breaks
All at once you're sad
You're sick
You're alone
You're a mess
And you reach out
For help,
Only to find that when
They try to help you
They try to rob you
Of your pain
And sometimes
You just aren't done with
it just yet---
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC
I saw demise in her eyes
acceptance of a summarized
existence in this instance
incidentally its in stints
well baby take my hand and
we'll ride the intertwining serpentine
you feelin my energy in an instant
i feel
i know you missed this
lips reveal whats sealed from description
oh woe to words, absurd innately
oh woe to words' deceptive paintings
We owe an ode to the world, and im thinking maybe
its this moment
its this moment
in this moment I feel relative
in this moment, man, im so not relevant
what tomorrow holds, there is no tellin ya
weve only just crossed paths
yet Ive known you for millennia
Universal Invocations
serendipitous relations
deceitful daggers draped in red cloths
slash at eternal hearts carried by temporary raven claws
disperse
fall into insanity
and land in my lap of chance
no more wallowing in the mire
rhetorical kiaros at a glance
awake, shake these dreams from my hair
evaporate those inhibitions into thin air
exposed soul, open emotion to bare
tip-toeing the peripherals of Medusa's glare
convergence in a vicious cycle
vinyl in perpetual spiral, we rendezvous in eternity
convergence in a vicious cycle
vinyl in perpetual spiral, situated, stuck internally
Many moons might fall and several suns will set
but in this instance, together, we'll always be infinite
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC