…In that old castle of haunted prayers…

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the stipples left too many
odd spots on the ground,
where once hummed hymns
echoed boundlessly
as I ran my fingers
through the pews of disregarded hopes.

woken up
by the tune of old piano
that coughed up dust at first
and then blindly regarded my
beating heart.

enchanted
bewitched

candles flickered
eerily,
like shadows of long forgotten memories
danced in the gloomy sun

each footstep
christened the damned spirits
who followed my tempo

each second fell like dust
onto paper
as I crafted words
that flew around;
songs meant to be sung
and vows meant to keep.

I mercilessly ignited sleeping phantoms,
and watched how the
musical notes possessed me to laugh
in the forgotten channels of mysteries
and how the silence laughed with me.

sometimes
the best-sung songs are hidden beneath smiles
in the most deserted alleys of life

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you and I can never be a melody of soothing lyrics.

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I pulled,
yet another verb
from the white lifeless canvas-
and the origami in my hands,
took flight.

I watched it
from my doorstep;
unknowingly
waiting for a
non-existent footstep.

you see,
the rose in my hands
knew how to draw blood;
playing
you love me not,
while watching random shows
of couples kissing
under the moonlight-
a dream
I dreamt
not too long ago.

do you mind?
let’s paint nothing
in this blackened night sky-
and laugh
as the stars diagonally shoot
lightening bolts
in our depressed monologue.

but it all ends
as the foam bubbles out
from my lips;
and the more I convince
you are there for me,
the more you vanish
leaving behind tiny imprints
of faded graffiti
on my staccato brain.

listen;
to this deliberate cacophony
of my disembarked hopes
and compose a melody
with my silly love notes.

but wait till
I wash ashore,
so that you can find my chipped promise
in my palm;
crumbled… yet beating
in the name of you.

dear,
for the last time,
can you sleep with me
in the folds of my sleepless nights
and color
my life in the shade of your eyes?

for I have lost
the hang of being alone;
since you have never
left me
yet you are nowhere I can see.

I know,
if you put a bullet into my head
and as I bleed crimson giggles;
you will still be there
warming my bare bones,
but laughing with the others
for pushing me down.

can you do me a favor?
as the new star dawns out on the horizon…
can you vanish like the rhinestones
from my liquid vision
that seems to dry even more than
last year

I do have a desire
to die leaking pink sonnets;
than mosaic smiles.

Somehow I miss the spark.

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the dancing orbs in front of me

sing a song, in the rain,

I hear the rat a tap

that resonates through my brain

 

why do I feel like the morning is so far away

when the moon has only come.

 

oh its right,

I have not had my night time caffeine,

that makes me sane

even with my bloodshot eyes.

 

the scandalous moon light

break through the torrent of my saved tears,

and when I find the stars-

I am too late into the abysmal song…

too wasted to even smile

when the moon comes shaking her hands with me.

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I am so drunk with boredom and this is… just at the moment write. laugh with me or say I am foolish but don’t come preaching me I am wrong and worse 🙂 Let’s be friends in praising each other’s weirdness 😉

Love letter.

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Dear,

I can feel the embers stirring within,
like stars glowing and twinkling,
with each diamond rupture
sparkling dust irradiate like your eyes,
the same shade that electrified me

a lemon is cut to juice the sun from it,
citrus effervescence sprinkling an aura-
too sweet and invigorating, I wonder…
how your breath rejuvenated my lifeless soul
unattractive and dried, I was,
but you whirred that luminescence
into my inky eyes, brightening me

as our gaze met, galactic entities exploded
resonating a chime, enlightening aura
my heart beats scarlet desires within…

Love, you have shed your leaves into my
leafless trees and I shall bear the fruit of
your charm, this embrace shall endure eternally
until death shall part us one by one

till then I shall breathe the same air as you.

constant as the stars above, know this that you are treasured
death shall part us, but heaven awaits with both hands,
you have stirred an eternal portion
to which we shall stay bound as one.

with love…

Yellow Garden.

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deep down the muddy round
is a place surrounded by yellow woods
slowly as the melon sun
rises from its fluffy bed
the place glisten like golden threads
and its where I rest my heart

verses flow like liquid gold
and I enunciate my sad sad song
singing to the rhythm of dandelions
and the foxglove frolics lusciously

my heart years to be like the marigold
in between honey drops, wafting a fragrance
and I melts down into the pool of tulips

dancing in the primrose garden
I hear the robin perching above me
autumn has gathered the spirits to yellow
and I feel the amber slowly forming

in this wood, lay my secrets
upon stones and bark and snowdrops
my words are etched too deep in this woods
and never will I go tarnished

roses, snapdragons and all that gold
shines in my armor and sings a song
never will I be alone in this woods
and my legacies will be sung eternally.

Immortal you…

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the music notes are on fire
and I feel you burning
inside my corset of secrets
and you are pulling a string

I can feel your breath
like autumns chill on my back
scarlet hopes shudder
and I feel your touch on my skin

I know that even if you faded away
there is a side of you with me
shadowing me on my dense sky
making me feel the presence

luminescence, is your soul for me
in the darkest of times
and I will love you
like the stars in my galaxy

forever stay, like the beacon
you have become, forever be
my pride in my honesty
My immortal you…

A poem

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where I breath poetry into strings

hugging close my own body

I fear I will perish

into this glass of flavored drinks

you love to drink

I know my heart will dance

to the music of my silence

flavored in your deceit

worrying whether this rose will die

too soon

in the care of my love

I may not be pearl in your eyes

but assure me that I will be a shard

a blister, a splinter.