Titles

You drew lines with sticks and chalks

in my soft, moist earth

while I cooled  feet in  the soil

with tomorrow sown for mirth

 

Now you’ve shown me a sky scarred

by ruby-eyed planes

and scraped by ivory towers

that I must climb with bars

Joy, sincerely feigned

and have my country heart devoured

 

it’s venom that moves me now

since the day I was bitten

with your blinding diamond teeth

It’s venom that draws me to death

in your fire, I glisten

Its smoke of my flesh I breathe

 

And for now I move, a beast

caged in robes of elite

glide with wings of a preying bird

carrying bleeding, mangled feet

 

Horizon

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Blues of dawning hearts

they swirl in quivering skies

shall we paint ourselves red

shall we turn to ripe

shall we turn to glowing stone

pierced and waiting to be thawed

or shall we swim in the violet whispers

open and soft

never home

gleaming one moment, tearing in another

drenched in electric thunder

 

Shall we soak the sun for its vital incandescence

and lose our contours to its heated whims

Shall we lean into one another

and taste the fear and thrill

of being

in flight

Brittle

Made with love, whatever that is

Here’s a porcelain doll

For you to break with your kisses

Warm but cold and no qualms 

Honey charred your eyes turn to

The pieces of her scarlet

Ripe and crushed, beyond undo

The heart shaped throbbing garnet

“It’s just China” blushing you say

“Fashioned for final crash 

Mindless, thoughtless, too much to pay

One could not be too rash”

Her Gaze of glass, your spine of steel

Spirits of smoke in both

Shapeless, weightless, none can feel

brittle shells of broken oaths

Blue Moon

One day happiness will come to me
Draped in resplendent gold
And I will turn away from her
Wrath in my blood, frozen cold.

There’s a shining pin in my skin
For each day spent in trance 
Painting verses for the steel world
Never caring to  glance 

As the moon of my soul, revived
slept sans a lullaby 
Twisting and turning and writhing
Poisoned by each muffled cry 

Cratered and greying and aged
before his time to bloom
He mourned  the tideless waters 
From his violet tomb 

Impaled with silver beams I bled
Then seeking my old shell
And crawling into its darkness
Sang for my heart’s burial

The moon has drowned in my world
But elsewhere, has begun to rise
And when it rains outside my door
Memories burn in my eyes

They fuel my dreams ablaze
Char what’s left of my days
Hissing, they rise in steam 
Till only a carcass 
of me can be seen.

Crystal Womb

I dance on thin ice and feel

the aged winter trace

Fractals on my skin

 

Cracks are born beneath my feet

Each time I prance, this maze

Of crystal babes sprawls in

 

The wrinkled cradling arms of snow

And I dance, debonair

Tease the cold that waits

 

To pull me close by my toe

Embrace my soul bare

Take the cadent bait

 

Of my heart and spirit and being

To lull them to eternal sleep

Returning to the silent womb

My final lilting scream

Paper

I write these words

To read your mind

As you try to read mine

In these words that sprang

Into being

On this blankness so white

On the surface of which

We smile back at ourselves

And we weep tears

That fall and pool

In our own eyes

And sometimes

Just sometimes

A strange hand

That  comes into view

Cups to hold a trickle

Or reaches out

To be warmed by the joy

It’s yours today

And here you are

Peering into the depths, oh my!

Of a canvas that shines

A dance of dark and light

Will you see me?

Or will I see you?

Or will you see just you?

You just might

We shall see

We shall see

Forgotten

To all those who hear me

here’s my tale

To all those who know me

here’s my tale

beneath a veil

a face so pale

it breaks when it smiles,

ever so frail

it’s a tale

it’s a tale

not a maiden

it’s a tale

it breathes and it lives

it flits and it sails

treasures in a bale

it carries for the sale

leaving no trail

into the dark vale

do you know my tale

Alas! I must have failed

lost it in the rale

as life set to sail

The End so prevailed

I have lost my tale

do you know my tale?

Oh, do you know my tale?

Crystal And Clear

It seems as if just yesterday, the world was a benevolent place. To dream was to realize, and thus there existed no encumbering fear.

Fear is now a living entity.

Fear of good as well as bad. The bad is feared for what it is, and the good is feared for its softening touch, its gentle nudge that knocks over the strongest walls baked by betrayal and other obsidian encounters- leaving the one behind those walls out in the open, vulnerable in her ephemeral respite. Continue reading

Love Could Be The Most Deceptively Told Truth

One fine day, I woke up and realized something was different. Change had done it’s momentous work, and everything seemed new now, even if only a few things had really fallen into the sphere of it’s impact- the rest remaining untouched in their objective selves, but suddenly new in my eyes. So what had flipped?

As I stepped out of my home, I saw the same daze on everyone else’s face that I had in the mirror that morning. We were all in awe, happy even, yet slightly unnerved as we stood in the aftermath of this  transition.

Thankfully, hindsight cleanses all lenses. And now I know what it was that had spun around, our entire world.

Love was gone.

All those songs, films and books disappeared. Nobody spoke of the soulmate each one of us was to inevitably find. No one talked about a prince charming or fair maiden. Nobody pined after unrequited passion.

Now, you wonder, did the world crumble to pieces, or perhaps, non-existence? Did people die of isolation?

Of course not.

Because here’s the thing, love never disappeared. It can’t, I suppose, as long as we’re around. But the ideas and conceptions of it did- for good.

Like a horizon, that you chase and never reach, only to realize it’s not a destination. There will be distance, but there has to be no despair. It’ll be all around you. Dark and silent. Efflorescent with beatific sunshine of dawn. It’s presence touching everything and everyone, intangible , but perceivable.

I look around and I see content faces- anxious, no more, for losing something that was never meant to be possessed. Unshackled from expectations. Free.