Liquid Courage.

On the

lovely lit porch,

you stand tall;

amidst million

faces,that I

cannot recognise;

only yours.

The sight of

you still

transforms

my heart

into carnal carnival,

with love of course.

The night would

end,and I would

not be able to

smell you,

because you

are far way

amidst million faces,

that I cannot recognise.

Maybe I need

some liquid courage,

to propel my

limbs to make

my way to you.

But then,

I have been on

that road before;

and I have seen

myself evaporate,

with the courage

by your scornful look.

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Spade.

Ace of hearts

in the deck of cards,

might win you

the game,

but lurking

around

with black

spade,

even the king;

would be treacherous.

So drop the

show,

change suit,

be a spade,

and let

the game

collapse.

I would not

call spade a spade;

don’t worry;

I shall

just take

my one of hearts,

and shuffle,

the deck with

lost hope.

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Void.

A void so loud,

it keeps

me up

at nights;

of absolute silence.

Nothing fills

it up,

I try really

hard;

to embrace it.

And it leaves

me no choice,

but only

to drift

slowly in

the nothingness,

of the void,

which screams,

and I just stay quiet.

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Timing.

You did

some great

things

to me last

night.

I wish

I was a

little more

sober.

But I

blame the

whiskey

for seducing me,

to abyss.

Next time,

get here,

before

the bottle

does.

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Cyan.

I never saw those

cyan eyes again,

which painted

my heart in

hues of red;

sanguine,

and had it

raise the white flag.

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Chaos.

In the few

moments of

substance induced

neurosis,

all chaos

seems necessary,

for,without it

no particle

will collide

and so

everything

shall remain

stationary.

We need to

screw ourselves,

and others

to sustain this chaos;

we are good

at it too.

So lets

not get mad;

let the chaos

enter our

membranes,

and crash

into each other.

That is all

there is to life,

you screw me,

I screw you.

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Yellow Stamped Envelope.

I got your letter,

this evening;

took it out

of the mailbox

very carefully;

you have

always been

so fragile,

I assumed

your words

to share the

feature.

Sat down

on the

limp chair,

because

not much

lives in the

living room now.

Out of whiskey,

I poured some

wine which I

disliked into

a frail glass;

How I abhorred

everything

which persisted,

in the remanent

world.

But it had

to be done;

maybe if I could

give it a day;

but that

might just

lead to never.

Opening the

yellow stamped

envelope

with your name

embossed on

the back,

I felt

a drop on

my clavicle;

It had to be

done.

Opened it;

read it,

nothing was in

there that I

did not know.

You loved

me;

but,

You did

not want me.

I picked up

a pen to write

back

‘I love you and

I understand.’

 

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Astral.

Burning like

nebulae,

in your

arms,

bright,

blinding

in the night

of ours.

Labial touches,

that permeate,

bewilder,

and

I live to

tell about

astral travel.

I don’t want

to breathe,

instead

dissolve in

you,

consequent

would

be an explosion

of supernova.

 

 

 

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Island.

When everything

can be pulled

by earth,

your love

is a rebel

like tides

in the

ocean.

It hits

high

when the moon

is very

close to

eyes.

It sinks

low when

gravity fails;

what rebel.

It crashes

when it wants

on whoever it

wants,

to maintain

their continuity

or for the

purpose of

massive destruction.

I am

your island

amidst

millions

that you

make yours,

but you

neither destroy

me nor let me

persist.

Your love is

a rebel,

the ocean tide,

crashing carefully

on boundaries of

my being.

Your love

is a tide

and I am

your island.

 

 

 

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Oblivion.

Mixing into

an alloy of

deep slumber

and restlessness;

I wait for

the sky to,

fall down

upon my,

meagre existence.

Following it,

shall be

me covered with

warped blanket,

of blackness

and no holes

in it.

Just a little

distorted around

edges,enough

to smother

forces,

of the id.

No hysteria,

just oblivion.

Darkness

permeating

through my

spine reaching,

to all places

of usefulness.

A deep oblivion

is reached;

aphotic,

poetic.

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