A red daisy resting among pebbles harboring a thousand emotions within. Conscious of tears hidden behind kohl lined eyes tulips bow their head. I have loved you regardless of barriers that obstruct blooming of roses. Photo credits: In order of poems - Markus Spiske, Unsplash Christine Siracusa, Unsplash Loverna Journey, Unsplash Posted for Poems … Continue reading Perhaps flowers distinguish emotions better than others
Before you instruct me how to sin in love's most licentious of ways, know that the moon observes everything, my lips imperial red and jaded when you kiss them forcibly the clouds above dissipate, know that night has relished storms far worse than this; April won't lament nor sing inside me for days to come. … Continue reading Love Is My Sin, And Thy Dear Virtue Hate
It echoes as loneliness, as broken insides and as unsaid I guess it makes sense as bells are whole enough to house them my conscience a trail of memories and fragrance of jasmine flowers five white petals with amber regret in the middle, the past is a pointed blade that cuts deep if we are … Continue reading It’s That Time Of The Year Again
The mind is its own beautiful prisoner, its dark fantasies inoculating the adjoining parts of the body against reason, against light and against the will to resist, mine gazed at the moon with its cream-colored disfigurement and pulled out a singular thought red as a loganberry, its sweetness enveloping the tongue. Unperfect is desire that … Continue reading Epilogue – No Amount Of Parchment Is Enough
They say once you have perfected the art of being alone you are ready for this world, the weight of misinterpretation is almost enough to topple me, the current sufficient to take me down far stream. What use is Poetry? What's the function of Poets? What good does it do nowadays are just few of … Continue reading Soliloquy – Poetry as a Lonely Endeavour
I sip comfort in the early hours of morning as rays highlight the blush suffusing my skin. Below the sights and sounds of traffic sound vaguely as though a murmur through the door; as I indulge in conversation and Kashmiri tea garnished with crushed nuts and a hint of salt with cardamom. If eyes are … Continue reading What once was whispered to spring ushered its bloom
Feels like I have been here before, the sights and sounds seem familiar even though I haven't set foot upon the ground, by day the city is bathed in light, a shade of soft gold I experience a sugar rush while sipping cherry lime ricky at Tom's restaurant, how many hours of peace can I … Continue reading Brooklyn Boulevard
If on a winter's night a traveler knocks upon your door don't open, whoever walks this late among the shadows is spectre, is ghost, a headless apparition someone who is no more than a distortion of light among creatures at midnight in the garden of good and evil. Can you hear the wood crackling when … Continue reading Prologue – The Emma Bruegel Project
April showers come steady and soft falling from the vanilla sky, as indelible these poems continue to form themselves on paper for a week maybe more, tell me, hey, what's the news from your bed it's hard to keep up since my mind is preoccupied, so what if the wind is smoother than water? So … Continue reading A Memory Of April
Rummaging in our souls, we often dig up something that ought to have lain there unnoticed, when darkness spreads as though curtains closing and the wind kisses you like you share the same skin, temptation is a replica of lust based more on desire and conquest a wet haze, as thread of unblushing thoughts unravel … Continue reading Aubade – This Much And More
Understand that this is a dream of which the heart knows nothing of, a corner where roses a shade of currant red hung while mournful these eyes of mine observe what stings in place of dust, swirling and lining the atmosphere though never losing hope that serenity will prevail, now that vision has cleared and … Continue reading Soliloquy – In light of a single lamp
A swirl of mulberry pink transfigured the sky as the sun slowly sank below the horizon leaving behind a silver of silence and fear, I am the heartbeat of courage, bearer of hope and song of the open road born in the arms of December, I know not these fears that you speak of, though … Continue reading Song of a maiden amongst many others