At the touch of you, the sun rose red and poured into my blood; as the world around me spins and rouses me from oblivion. Perhaps the muted voice of subconscious smiled, hushed once by the court of fear. You are ardor that beckons me to ride the tumultuous waves. I wander alone knowing anguish … Continue reading Memoirs of a burgeoning Poet
October morning is wistful and reticent as feeling one after the other threads through fire and frost, and dialogue takes several turns from passionate to apathetic in a span of few minutes. Careful would you have entered into heated discussion could you foresee how fragile and unassuming my heart? There is silence as starling grieves should you … Continue reading The day and all its sweet remembrance is gone
Crimson is the aura of death that sought to coerce lost souls into a screaming silence. I cannot forget the feel of sunshine nor attempt to forgo warbler song at gloaming like desolate, despairing leaves in winter I wonder how one could withdraw from love, desire and hate? I fear this to be neither coincidence nor … Continue reading Autumn whose gentle breath lures the living and dead
Luscious these thoughts that seem to swallow on October day, as I sliced an avocado then sought to peel off the skin. Are you ever tempted to begin again where nobody knows your name speak of desires decadent ‘yuck,’ he smirked behind the tent. Photo credits: Pinterest Posted for 'Quadrille #66' @dVerse Pub And … Continue reading The problem with desire that’s inconceivable
Sweet this all consuming apocalypse which sought to devour around hour of early black, what worth is wisdom if we cannot learn to let go of things? This desire of yours is both lock and key as petals of crocus which fold in gold lidded sleep, I feel no guilt in admitting to strange addiction. … Continue reading How it feels nearing the end of the world
If the sun is in redbud leaves and feeling mounts the tapered stairway to the heart then it must be October. I, like silence that hovers between the eye and cloud struggle to make meaning; must we adhere to unfed hope when anguish in all its glory succeeds to write a new chapter? How is … Continue reading October when shaded leaves pirouette and fall
Endlessly the buds and leaves echo what's left of longing as I lie beneath dark and dismal night. I wish to drown what was once harbored lest thoughts of you kiss jaded lips never have I felt you closer yet so far from me. Photo credits: Pinterest Posted for Quadrille #65 @ dVerse Pub And … Continue reading The Plain Sense of Things
It's the colour that beguiles beyond a reasonable doubt lends ardor to the curve of eloquent lips eliciting hue from lofty trees and sun's eclipse. It whispers and smiles when we blush about when heart has unraveled all her secrets out. Red, as nectar from pomegranate benignly drips would that we win war of senses and … Continue reading If not to live enamoured by life then why?
Temptation in a manner of deprecating one's worth is a dangerous thing, where is poetry that puts uncertainty to sleep? Wisps of ache and ephemeral clouds make their way into the passageway of my heart must we adhere to limitations set by society and fall apart? where is poetry that rebels and soars with careless wings? … Continue reading Knowing resistance: would that the heart leapt further
Quickly the blushing leaves in September murmured amongst each other as feeling makes its way into my heart at grey twilight. I wish to be the name on parted lips when world will slowly fade and sky comes rushing down to kiss the earth. Photo credits: Pinterest Posted for Quadrille #64 @ dverse pub … Continue reading Since flower, nor stone, nor depth of the raging sea