Fractured Eternity

The mundane seeks reprisal over the peerless, shall there be peace, 

 

None in me heart, none in me soul, to every petitioner his own role, 

 

To ours is incarceration, to the underbelly of emancipation........ 

 

We shan't survive without that peace, to thy shoulder that caravan cease.......

On A Sun Tanned Night

Dropping fates, cracking lives, cleaved minds, the blood keeps reverting to my eyes from my heart;

Every length of the seething pleasure of your thoughts searing through my vision ends at every breath I take;

They were my breath, and they now stop, choking, croaking, tightening the noose, a sight of you my reds ooze;

Limping across a meadow of a surrealist’s corpse, leaping bounds and fathoms over your entailing thoughts;

The blood covered gregarious in frivolity, are my dreams of leisure, an escape to my caninity;

No redemption, no salvation, just an inherent trepidation, a trepidation of sorts, on my shadow you gave myriad blisters and warts;

Etching with a sword across the rosy bosom, within me now a thousand hatred hold ransom;

Tearing the skin, shredding the flesh, eating on my core, your every tooth afresh;

With every wound, with every scab, with every delectable scald, I pick them, I bite them, licking the pain appalled;

Cry not when I stab you on your temple, cry not when my blade bares your rouge within;

Cause I shall pull the threads with eternity to spare, cause I shall marry your peace to my snare;

My dark, my noir, my solace of hate, shall sever, shall never benefactor thy fate…………..

 

My Mother

From the sores of birth, to fulfillment so dearth;

From writhing to raise, to the unwarranted praise;

From the amour so terse, to the reverberating curse;

From the cleaved nascent cord, a taint of thy lord;

Of all the prophecies of the Oracle, hopelessness to the brim of your crucible;

Passing every moment in the vain of devoid, the imperative of my fate to avoid;

Nigh is the time for the inevitable fracture, with belief and wishes to nurture;

But a moment to steal for the sense, for a rainy prelude to the severance;

Not deserving the droplets of the heart, not demanding the couplets of thy art;

Devouring on your crimson serous, prodigy to prodigal is less amorous;

Parting to departing an underlying cleavage, cascade for the scars of the lineage;

From the bruises of the intangible castigation, bleeding from the false lamination;

To all the inanimate acrimony, to the scrupulous soul it were all a ceremony;

Below the lament of all the smother, lies the halo called My Mother.....

To Thy Bosom My Solace Lies

Dead are those days,
 
the shimmering nights, the shadowy lays,

Dim isn't thine halo, like the setting Sun,

But lack no luster from me heart,

For this shall beat and shall live where thee art.......

Placebo

Every strand, every joint, every ounce of breath, every sight, every sound, every touch across the length;
Every word, every step, every thought I bear, every tear, every frown, every simper I hear;
Every love, every hate, every ego I savour, every illusion, every life, clasping pains of myriad flavour……..

Lurching from my pain to yours, wallowing in my blood then yours, writhing in my pleasure and guffawing at yours;
There shan’t be a mitigation, there shan’t be a salvation, just a hollow dictation, just an empty incarceration;
It must bleed, it must heed, to the call, of my fate’s fall;
Arousing the cataleptic within, unwinding and serene, sometimes grotesque and galore, mostly a picturesque allure…….
   
Failing every evasion, baring every invasion, daring every ravish, a mirage to the parish;
The tiding malady, the morphing tragedy, within the laceration a drunken revel, within the charred embrace I grovel;
The silhouette, inside my pastel closet, a revelation of sorts, within my fantasy the gripe contorts;
I lie myself to sleep, I cheat my peace to leap, I bluff my tears to smiles, I hallucinate my Eden over miles…....

Blood to elixir is differing none, I wake the dusk to the slumbering sun, gadding across my self-belief of life, fallacy of my saviour’s strife;
Bribing relief into a harlot’s shoe, artifice bidding the maxim adieu, swerving within my illusion's bosom, kissing every delusion’s blossom;
Believing the presence for absence, ostracizing light in defense, conniving with the actualizing dope, plundering my immodest hope;
I need the last measurable pacification, saving the animated abjuration, losing every ends of bravado, my bereavement is my Placebo………….

To The Bright Sun Set

I am off to the shores of dismantling glory, to reap solace, to reap pace, to the decadence, to the stupor, with hope, with fervour, with undying will, to the blotted endeavour.......... !!!

Adieu......

Assorted ways of the assorted days, shimmering eyes, glittering breaths, affluent tongues, lively ails, hollow faces, tethered souls, for the dying minds were the life flows…….


Having eaten my share of pain, having drunk on my share of blood, having wombed my share of insanity, having killed my share of love……..


Fallen, disdain, malaise, where the simper lies, the eluding ends of the stupor’s visage……


Unearthed, unveiled, beyond the conspicuous vigour, the insurmountable labour, seething, severing, You, I, Us, where the inanimate die, where the light darkens, where the tears cry, where the dearth lie…...


Shall I not stare, at thy undying glare,

Shall I not feel, thine unrelenting zeal,

Shan’t I not leave, for death to weave,

A fairy tale, my last ale,

Sipping and simmering, within me a smile nearing,

Hold me till I not end, till this moment not bend,

In glory, in a story,

The end of our titter, the red stained letter..........

Freedom.......

It was blurring, faded, murky, so pure, so clear, Cathartic;

Drop by drop, bled to liberation, smiling, fulfilled;

Staring into the void, void stared back, entrenched, flickering eyes, fixed, glaring, dimming…….

Just a stroke of freedom, a tingle, a pinch, so thought, so sought, smiling, fulfilled;

That philandering emancipation, look--- there’s the play, there’s the cry, there’s the sleep……here’s the sleep…….

Loud peace, screaming calm, all sailing by, at light speed, chasing, calling, pulling, slowly, so fast, thrilling, smiling, fulfilling……….

On a rock, breathing east, tasting nascent cosmos, an arc, a circle, rejuvenation, a beginning, of a death, slowly, smiling, fulfilling………

The grin, the sweat, the entangled arms, the thinning breath, heavy, sedated, inanimate, pure, the sound of inhaled life and exhaled pride, friction, anima……..

Floating, furthering, blurring, painless, divine, dreaming axioms, cataleptic, soaring in the sky within……

Smell of glory, smell of life, smell of blood, fresh, happy, obnoxious, enriching, death, so sweet, so desirable, smiling, fulfilling…………

Auctioned, to the mundane, lost, betrothed, to demise, uplifting, smiling, fulfilling……

Lust of life ceasing in the orgasm of death, drop by drop, bled to liberation, clipped wrist, severed prophesy, broken dilemma, undying, resilient, unrelenting, Freedom………… 

Words

Cry, and smile, how different could that be.....Just two words, but a heart, soaked, and numb, a heart, like a child, in its un-rocked cradle, like love, without a soul to bear.......Like I without your palm wiping that drop of tear......Like my life without your eyes so clear........Cry and Smile, just two words, nothing but thoughts so few, mere misery like a night without You......

Some other day, some other dawn, eluding the swan's song, would heed you, in the day so new, with qualms so few, with the divine dew, life in my inanimate heart you brew, sewing thoughts of this hour, some smiles were glittering, some were sour......This hour, dark and cold, but with hope so old, enlighten the enticing night, with perhaps a befitting day so bright....................

 

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The White Cascade

Let me sprinkle some colours......And perhaps a soul, and a smile, or may be a just a mile, of a talk with a walk, staring into the evening's lock, then, may be the white won't weep, some tunes to your eyes your lips might sweep........Then may be, I can fly, into my death satiated I lie........I drown, I frown, at the colourless crown, into the abyss of the heaven my broken life strown......But the white dies away, they grays are few, the pastels dimly sway, and the vibrancy is new.............