Providence

Often in your words I find peace, light, an irradiated awe so bright

Often in your words I find dismay, despair, a battered hope beyond repair...

Often in your eyes I find love, desire, an allaying fire

Often in your eyes I find listless, aching, howls from a soul shrieking...

Often in your heart I find a space, embellished, by sequins so cherished

Often in your heart I find end, of perseverance, dark beyond deliverance...

Eden

Prevalent in these, woods are some strange rituals;

of unknown deities, and unseen Daemons!

Tis where they, do not hack down fraternal prey;
tis where they, do not devour brethren in mindless affray!


Tis where you shan’t find, splattered entrails and crushed souls in a grind;
tis where you shan’t surmise, your own’s demise!


But in these woods there is a lingering disease;
of cloying love of a seething peace!


These woods stink of perfection and a silent abjuration;
of life of strife of a will to survive!


These woods are abstruse, of elation in wound of joy in bruise;
these woods are divine, of blindness in the brightest sunshine!


Here you may lose your way, letting your imagination astray;
here you may live a bit fine within a clockwork design!


Tis a wondrous world where you reside;
garnered by death darkness and a glorious divide!


Please visit it more often than not;
for here is where all ends is brought!!!

For Gandhi, The Mohandas

What end is there in my obstinacy, breaking the pliant with my insolence;


Lashing on the dead skin, there is no blood;

But there is a screech, a silent wail, in those wet eyes, in that brittle voice;

A trembling hand reaching out to a closure, though inhibited by a benign petulance;

Do not accuse me, I am an idol, an axiom, a providence, a prophet;

I am not hollow, but brimming forever, I am not dismal, but a frail fervor....

Fragile

Dazed was I, looking at the blinding aura of the black night sky, lying on my back tethered to a recluse, searching myself amongst the myriad those glittered.


Dazed was I, at the soporific halo that shone around my dreams, crashing yet one, subliminal like a wraith smiling at me from an intangible distance.

Dazed was I, from the beclouding of my eyes in the wake of the silent glory, brittle and simmering, in the tepid touch of the environing blaze.

Dazed was I, watching the immiscible spectral cavort of an invisible danseur, from cold to warm in a warping inanity of draping skin.

Dazed was I, praising my own frailty, collapsing onto my own volition, imbibed whole into my own softening singularity.


Dazed was I, at the egression, gloating onto a diminishing trail, a scent left floating in my withering dimension.

Congruo

There was a sea in the middle of my bosom, ebbing and tiding within my dead spaced blossom,



A sequined death to the glittering fate's denials, dividing life into mere conforming trials.........

Espoir

From the deafening screech of a catatonic mind,
Languid and livid from the verve left behind;



Death by a smile so virulently divine,
Ascension to the Sol in my aubade's design.....

Reverie

The upstate of my demented, passing away into the calmness unintended;
 

Catch those souls running by, that dove which could never fly;
 

Stoned am I to have you kiss me, opiated for those apparitions I see.....

Pythein

That ringing haze in my head, one place where nothing bred;

Desolation in the farm of the dead, quenched by something dull and red;

Tangling in my legs while I run, tearing through my skin, a little pleasure a little burn;

Holding tight onto the dangling skin, the torn limbs, the broken joint, galloping endlessly to where life aroint;

A place where the phantasms at rampart, bribing with blood and flesh my vanguard;

They are the vicissitudes of this visage, the lore of a glorious forage;

Enshrined within this epitaph are those undead dreams, raising from their graves they chew through the living seams;

Infect the sentience render a philandering bereavement, the joy, the felicity, a farce of my embalmment;

The virulence of the cloying amour, no ears for that putrid clamour;

Drag that torn limb over the barbed fate, no more soul left to claudicate;

Hack me again till I smile, a sheared skin was never servile;

Like juvenility playing in splashes, my frivolity livens in whip lashes;

And then the blood bespattering, colours of a monolithic simpering;

To rot for ever they lie, be born for end is nigh…

Besotted

What is that I see, the haze past the midnight hour,

Senseless and fogged, of hoodlums near and far;

Walk this hour, in the demureness of my immodesty,

Drenched in pity, to the days a mere travesty;

The clink of souls, when I merge with the spirits without,

The parched conscience, soothed by the proliferating drought;

Lost and forgotten, unable to tread the meanders of the day,

Doused and extinguished, the cradle where my nights lay;

Dragging the sounds, were they the songs I left behind,

Swaying to the nothing, were they the beauties I would never find;

A forsaken path, I cannot keep my eyes on,

A dwindling will, there might never be another dawn;

Count my steps, they never fall where I intend,

What power is you, to whom my vigor shan’t pretend;

What way is it, how you imbibe in me the catalepsy,

What way is it, how still there remains strength in my palsy;

Inebriated tonight, there is no other lay I can sing,

Flowing in veins, you’re the poison to which my titters swing;

For the next day, I do not care for the onerous gripe,

Before that dawn, let me wallow in this intoxicating tripe…….

Forgotten

There somewhere in the corner, where memories lay dormant, mostly in a stupor, is a pot full of colors, vestiges of the shimmering glory, sequins of a life now gone. I hold a brush, trying hard to paint the canvas back, but alas, it's dry, crusty, mostly dead & forgotten.There is nothing new but redundancy and the various hues of it. Remission of remembrance, & a bit of resilience of theirs. They stay, forever.