The myriad me, in myriad ways, and myriad words, in myriads lays......To stay, to sway, to the new glory, to my past allay........

During Those Days

Part 1
It was nothing more than a glimpse, a transient sight of effervescent
thoughts beaming through my manic mind....Nothing more than a human, flesh, skin, breath, an unanswered phenomenon of nothing but meager existence....
For lower beings it was just amongst days........
During our days of infancy........

Part 2
Belief settled within, the Titan is within reach, I just need a cosmic voice, a voice of abjuration, a voice of entreaty.......I lifted my head and spoke....I was heard, I was held, I was bolstered, I was blessed.....
During our days of amity......

Part 3
Autumn was never this gray, winters were never this indigo....Divorced was not
one life from me but all, remnants of passage of past was a mere illusion....The drift was strong, unrelenting, and enticing, the maelstrom was deep, gnawing onto the greater sthenia, but so fulfilling......
During our days of contrivance.......

Part 4
Glimmering eyes once caught my sleep, and in the wake of slumber, or in the slumber of my rise, harbouring vigour, palpitation, of a second heart, a violent heart, not my heart, a belligerent heart, but a familiar heart, a desirable heart, a sedating heart, and no more had I a heart.....Did you feel the void, of satiation, of sufficiency, of prosperity, of the abstract gluttony......
During our days of amour......

Part 5
I could feel the breath, the bare, the friction, the tussle, the lustre, skimming over me, and my inanimate vision, staring into the depths of divine enchantment, holy debauchery, the sweat, the sigh, the heave, and draught, the simper......
During our days of dalliance.........

Part 6
Eden stays, vision blurs, night falls, tears drop, blood's shed, beam is lost, not forever, but not for never, it peeks, sneers, giggles, pinches, stabs, kills, but perishes, to rejuvenate.......
During our days of fray........

Part 7
Amour impels, lingers, surges, mellows, tides, ebbs......Pain but simmers, tribulation but ambushes, despots but arise, melancholy doesn't surpise, vehemence but embraces, fate but cheats, amok they run, feud thus flows, affliction thus pervades, disbelief thus settles, acrimony thus brews.....
During our days of persecution........

Part 8
They said the light supercedes, that truth succeeds, that the smile wins, that the holy reign......False were thee to thy self......And marooned me to my own misery, to my own decay, left to rot under the heap of myriad fates that I hallucinated.....Pieces fell to disseminate, and to be lost forever...
During our days of schism.......

Part 9
Tried with inadequacy, tried with failure in my womb, but you were like a mirage, a holy hell of my peace, a repertoire of my bliss, all lost, all remembered, all seen but within darkness of my convolutions.....
During my days of reminiscence.......

Part 10
I shall break it, annihilate it, obliterate it, I must, I must, I cannot, I shall not, I must, I cry, I plead, I cannot die.....
During my days of coerced Lethe.......

Part 11
Thou shan't breathe, thou shan't feed, thou shan't live.....I bear want of thy demise, of thy red, of thine death......
During my days of abhorrence.....

Part 12
Where has the hour gone, I fleetingly remember of divinity, of my gleaming anima, of life, of you......Has this all been a dream, a moment of complexities of my tyrannical mind.....I do not recall, but I do remember.......Remembrance never stays, but memories do, with me, within me, without me, without you, for you, of you......But there is not you, would never be you...But there would be a story, a told, but unheard story, of course, history......
During my days of nostalgia.......

Part 13
She is there, yonder, further, yonder....lest I die, to find in thy, heart
some sorrow, a heart so narrow......
She is there, a story, she is, my History.......

Reprisal Of Fate......

Running wild in the eternal Eden of my desires, I felt like an angel;

But who knew, what was ahead of me, gallivanting I stepped on a thorn;

I knew fate had ambushed me again;

A blind man can see motley coloured joy in his dreams;

But it is the hollow of darkness when he opens his eyes;

The howling wolves call the moon and cry, may be they cannot reach the heavens;

A child stretches its arms to gather stars but fails;

I was like the blind man, the wolves, the child;

I reached out to you, with my arms holding my heart in one and my life in the other;

I tried to hide them in the graceful night of your locks;

But like an ominous night, I lost soul in its darkness;

The twinkle in your eyes were like the lights of God's adobe;

But now I know, they were my shattering dreams;

I saw the reflection of a beautiful life in your eyes;

But who knew that they were the reflections of my broken heart;

I wanted a gift of love from you;

You obliged me with a prettier gift;

The gift of reality, the reality of truth, the truth of pain.........