Life in plastic folds,
Dreams wrapped tight in fleeting hope,
Trash cradles the soul.

On the white screen dance the stringed dots
Mind spilled codes of hieroglyphic thoughts
Slowly they emerge handholding lines
Not always yielding intended designs.
Something was brewing inside the head
Coaxing to weave and take it ahead
The drunken horses so wildly gallop
There is no leash to make them stop.
Nerves are taut and they won't relax
Till all is vented they reach the ******
It was thus fated the moment it was sown
What's to be grown could never be known.
As the fever wanes arrives the new child
It may be adored or it may be defiled
The canvas is washed clean as in the rain
Something is brewing to be vented again.

1
He treats me frugally,
Stones weigh heavy in my dress—
Silent pockets sigh.

#2
Weight of pebbles rests,
Tongue holds silence, heavy truth,
View blooms slow but sure.

#3
Earth’s weight embraces,
Final breath yields to stillness,
Roots weave my return.

River streams whisper,
Unconscious dreams cascading,
Infertile, fall fades.

This love affair I was yet to find,

hopelessly drunk and going in blind

Their hearts begged the heavens for them to meet. But not a single hello came from him or her when they  finally met. Just Silence, shattering hopes of a besought desire fulfilled .

I ache for the serene warmth of your face nestled in my lap, a quiet refuge where time halts, and peace gently carries you into a fervently awaited, contented sleep.

I ask the angels
Why it is that I am awake
But yet solely live in slumbers.