One Last Wish, Unsaid

One Last Wish, Unsaid

Want to know how it feels?

Free me—for I can tell

Caressing my cold cheek, he said

You look pretty even when dead

My blue skin shivered

Under his warmth

I wished to have life in me

Only to embrace him, one last time

But it was too late—

They locked me up

In a glass coffin

Dragging my heart

To one dark grave,
And all I saw last—

Was his face!

Life

Life

Breathing fire

Feeding on cotton balls

Life is a pretty nubile

Held by dragon walls

Marrying her is the task

Make your skin crawl

To cross those walls

Hell is the forbearer

And is right here

Burning with ardor

Clothed in desires

Life is the bride

Waiting to be freed!

~ A little more … ~

~ A little more … ~

On my way to your heart

Daily, from my lonely home

I want to hold you close

To let my impatient lips

Kiss the innocence of your ears

And glide my whispers

Into your beautiful soul

To let you know —

When drooping and old

I will be your stick

On your evening walk

And a warm blanket

When it shall be cold

That hot cup of coffee

To your trembling lips

For, I will always hold you close

And say it again — and again — once again

That — I will love you my love

Till the end, and a little more …

I Want To Be Alive, Again

I Want To Be Alive, Again

A slice of myself, and

Two spoons of tranquility

To season the flavor

Of this nippy breeze

Serene evening tea

In the porch

Of my being

As the sun sets

In the far west

Muted horizon

Reminds me

Of my lost self

Sun has no hooks

Hence, it ebbs

Into the void

Giving way to

The moody moon—

Waxing and waning

At the wink of its will

As I choose to win

My gravity back

To stand silent-still

On the dried leaves

For rustle of these

Ruffle my sleep

And, coax me to Fathom

My dissolved-deep

A fearsome dive

Into the dreamy abyss

A sliver of dare

To propel my flare

Enticed

Enlivened

Enlightened

Incited whirlpool

I’m dying to suck in

Ablaze air, once again!

Mirrors Lie!

Mirrors Lie!

“Mirror O’ Mirror, let me be enslaved

O’ Beholder of beauty, make me as you do”

Why—why you need to—

Why you heed to a mocked voice?

Which your ears should never yield to

For it’s the mask you staring at

Don’t let the semblance deceit you

That shall beguile all your senses

Silken fables they are draped into

Manifesting those lying dreams

Camouflaged faces will appear true

Look in the light of flickering soul

Candor frescoed to wander through!

 

Ye’re My Flower

Ye’re My Flower

Come hither, O’ my love

Take me in thine embrace

For ye are,

My song of despair

Chime to my deaf ear

Forsaken is the fear

Of my lose and tear

I drink thy silence

In my cup of being

As my death breeds

Seed of loves’ soul

Deep into the grime

For ye shall blossom

On my gravestone!

Pillow-My Other Half

Pillow-My Other Half

Oh my precious slumber—where have you gone

Come by the side of my pillow, for now I’m alone

Nobody is lying near—to kiss my eyes close,

Caress my forehead, tweak my crinkling nose,

And tuck those loose brown locks behind my ear

To stare into my dozy eyes and glance at my fear

Fear in hazel night-eyes change into watery haze

Drops of water, illusion of deep drowning maze

Skimming my wet cheeks, as maze breaks loose

For soon are unfastened—those knotted noose

You would always slid your hand around my waist,

Skim my blushing cheeks, lying on your warm chest

Bygone are those nights, a dreamy dream evolves

Love is lost; touch shadows, and warmth dissolves

For honeyed cotton-eyed pillow is my only soul-mate

Icy-lone goodnight kiss sneak to nocturnal eyes, of late!

Without You...

~With you, I was

Serenely lost…

Without you, I’m

A cold ghost,

With stupefied mind,

Breathing mist

Through my hazed lips

Of fine times, and

Enslaved for life,

On the dark lanes

Of our deep past!~

This picture moved me to a great extent, prying open my heart with these words.

   

Archaic sculpteur

Archaic sculpteur

O’ Monsieur, I’m the molten clay in thy hand

For swirling curved long fingers doth shape

Thou art the master and amigo to my loose sand

Ephemerally yet neatly, thy flair kiss my nape

Then comes Mademoiselle, a mistress of far-land

A smile etched on her pale face, she’d fake

Wink of her green eyes, nibble on thine errand

 Thieving attention, alas! Farthest it take

Fashioning me hath not been a dream of thine

I, half-sculptured, of a wet queasy quagmire

Lie on ground, wrought flawlessly into a shrine

For thine embrace to her, hath lent me to fire!

Mannequin Love

Mannequin Love

-Did you just say that you love her?

-Oh yes, more than my life.

-When do you love her the most?

-Ah, when she is as immaculate as the waxing moon, her skin as soft as freshly woven silk and supple as morning dew, her hair - untangled and smooth, her body -petite and slender, her fingers - long and colored, her demeanor – flawless and angelic. When she has the strength to support me at my weakest, and can hold back her tears as impeccably as a girl ever can!

-Oh! And I thought you love a girl made of flesh and bone, but, here by I see, you adore the one, diamond-carved, out of Gold…So, tell me...Do you really have a mannequin of your own?

Oh Yes, He Do!

Oh Yes, He Do!

Beneath that egoist shell of his

There lies a yearning lover,

Slumbering to the vision of this world

Dying to be deeply loved,

And, re-loved—

Till there is no air to wheeze those

Questioning breathes and

Silently forbearing whispers into

And no land to brace that walk

No eyes to secrete his love from,

Only you,

To caress his old soul, and yet,

The only coy heart…

To tell you one fine day,

Oh yes, he do!

Serenading Thy Love

Serenading Thy Love

Thou art the most precious thing

As thee occur’st in my life,

And I shall cherish thee

Till I heave and is alive!

The beautiful’st of my treasures

Thine love, o’ my humbl’st

And grav’st

Of all mankind!

Beyond all forevers’

When a star hath said

Its final goodbye

I shalt offer my wither’d hand

To thee, my pure’st soul,

And my sweet’st lie!

Not Just A Number—To Her

Not Just A Number—To Her

458 people died,

Oh! To what a horrendous number

The causality has flied

May God bring peace to their souls

A few days more and we shall soon,

Forget this whole—

Know the worth of his life

Which has been lost, an ago while

From those ambling the same mile

Wall to that creeping,

And twining vine

To whom he was sacred Nile

Quencher of thirst,

Bestower of pleased smile

Ask her whose joy has been

 Poisoned and tied

For the one she loved,

Has now died!

PS—Dedicated to those lost souls, precious to their loved ones and only a no. (number of deaths) to us…

Together Forever

Embracing you my dearest

Whilst you hold my hand

And, Caress my cold skin

Lets me touch the nascent warmth

Of my thirsting soul

Cuddling the aflame desire

To be with you

Till eternity watch over us as—

Together Forever!