Clasped by fear. Jotted within the soul !
Shackles of Lust atrocious, the strife; Keys of Love, emancipated…for life
Walking on broken columns; the shadow of loves lost hinder the way,
Asking to be established among the ruins.
The world abuzz with the employed these eyes keep searching you; all alight !
With intense amour, forgiveness is a flair Of the censurable
Their smiles are the smiles, of beloveds; of a lovers’ love, unrequited;
Their words begin to falter, at their darlings’ names.
Their love is not visible; It’s deeply ingrained.
Predatory stillness, looming astray;
A synonym appears to disappear amongst the contemporary haze.
Again that femininity;
Again it’s enacted,
On the postiche stage.
Phantom of fallacy ensconced to the temporal maze, circumvolutes to the centre.
Cadaverous constancy grinning it’s tale; With hands and smiles trust is held;
A dagger slicing the flesh it bound to protect;
Benighted breathers well in the eyes, carrying succulent mental blades.
Even Loss, is lost to the deceased and corporeal resilience subsides;
Smokes and stains and the receptacle of the past coalesce.
Submerging futility! Submerging pain!
Sundry aroha salted and drained ,Silence but, in the tempest remains.
Ensconced in their naivety,
Blissful and crystalline…
Like a rock under a stream,
Pristine in their ways,
Prologued to purity of the insane.
Enchanted, unaware –
They share the poesy
And make journeys through antinomian stairs
Rise above the Vanity Fair.
And you thought you were a season in his life,
Oh! Dear you were just a passing day…
Strayed and wild.
You found in him, solace.
In one lonely stride
You reached at his door.
Like a guest.
A transient stay.
He condoled and condoled,
Your solitary disgrace.
You had found a mate.
Oh ! you knew not…
You were just a passing day.
Your isolations converged,
Some games were played,
He changed his ways.
Until the day got over,
He made only his bed…
And you were asked to go away,
Oh dear ! My dear,
Others were his seasons…
You were just
An aesthetically exotic day.
Why does he do this to you?
Because when he stops
You know you will still go on
While he denied you verses
You discovered an embellished treasure within you
Hidden in the arteries of art
Pumping in poetry.
He said he was going to bring a gift
What more could you ask
But a change of heart?
Or mind which remembers you as you are
How hard you fall?
When you Fall in Love
And why after all is it called
Falling (in love)
It may as well be known as
Drowning in Love
Or Choking in toxic air
How drastic the change?
How excruciating the pain?
How tormenting the word-
Which tells that only you’ve fallen
The beloved has not .
You write with hate
Deride them all
Who screwed your fate
With their pretence.
Like a trek to the top of a mountain with exhaustion
You stay to Take it all in
The view is clear beautiful abundant
You’ve done your bit
To reach this stage
I applaud your courage
That you chose to stay
Even when you knew
You should’ve kept clarity at bay.
This love was just a lie
As all loves are which never return
with only dreams, worth my while
I captured delights of that ecstatic emotion
You fucked yourself up tonight
An act of rebellion
Here in this plight
You wait for his sight
You complain in pain
The wrong done
All in vain
He rejected you, pitied you, guided you towards other paths
But warned you if ever you dared tread his own
That was made for other women
Who have known him whole
You were bewitched my dear, now escape
Before this charming necromancer
Turns you into prey.