On the wings of Sunlight

Those dark clouds in my head part, ever so sweetly.

As you cut a little square in them, so bright, so pure.

In pour a million droplets of sun-dew, like hope, like cure.

Taking me - engulfing, wholly, so completely.

Like a child I dance and run in that light, ever so bright.

Like a mother I hold it, cradling little feet, so soft.

Like a feather I sway, I fly on the wings of sunlight.

Like a rose I bloom, I glow and bask, oh such loft!

The seed was planted by a boy, many lives have passed.

But you brought it back to life, so right, so sure.

And like the phoenix it has risen, no room for 'impure'-

In the sky of love it flies, so high, all dark clouds surpassed.

A Ceded Chance

 

He strides on earnest embers, designedly, decidedly. 

Charring, searing- his core, his soul. 

His hands still clutching that drilled decree, 

With a stenciled smile, but those eyes, they told.
 

Cut, stitched and scarred- cured yet healing, 

The wound is gone but the pain is still reeling. 

She marvels at the volume of his emotion- so pure, 

The wants, the denials, the tepid smiles, they lure.
 

She strides on earnest embers now, decidedly, designedly. 

Exploring, deploring- his core, his soul. 

Her hands still missing that deserved authority, 

With a ceded chance, she'll melt, she'll mold.

Will you now?

Purple mists amass an orange piano, sky high.
The blue stretch of bleak soil slowly sways.
Flocks of red snakes glide about - euphoric, vicious.
The grey sun sneaks out and shatters into sparks of cold dew.

Can you smell the bells? Can you hear the pain?
Will you feel the sunshine and will you fold the wind?
Will you? Can you? As my slumber concludes with salt on my lashes.
Or will you be immersed in reading and mostly smiling?

Gift From The Sea

Submerged in molten disarray I lay,

Clogged with wet grudges and dampened hope.

Awaiting a smile that'd put my sorrow at bay,

Helpless - I drowned - no hand, no rope.
 

And then he emerged, reeking tears and blood,

The fluid made him glisten - bright and warm.
 

He smiled and danced and hauled me out.

I thawed, I melted, I liquified, I evaporated.

Like a child, I splash in esctasy, I tout.

A storm, he came, he rained, it was fated.
 

Like the sun I shine, like the water he flow,

He's my gift from the sea, we touch and we glow.

Yet I Breathe...

Hollow heart, excavated soul,
Darned lungs still work and play their role.

Dead, burnt, buried and decayed.
No tempt to exist, the reasons promptly fade.

Ceased, ruined, drained, terminated.
Respire still, faltering and bated.

I weep and I sting and I choke and I seethe,
Yet I breathe...Yes, yet I breathe.

Wisps of Smoke

 

Hail a cab, light a cigarette,
A sigh, a wish, some vain regret.

Wisps of smoke circle around me,
They twist, they twirl, they mock at me.

A smoke-face curls up, looks me in the eye,
Amused, bemused, he scowls and I die.

Sarcastic silence shrieks out of a grueling gaze,
Berates and picks at the sins I cannot erase.

Dazed with denial and clouded with rage,
Gradually dissolve amidst wisps - my only aid, only sage.

Destination arrives, I stub the cigarette out,
The smoke vaporizes but the hush will forever shout.

 

Clouds

Navy skies crowd my escaping mind,
Did I finally get what I was trying to find?
Maybe a warning, maybe a farce,
These clouds you gave me, are leaving scars.

The words, the smiles, they twist and turn,
In the darkness of my nights they sorely churn.
Lucidness I seek, try to unknot the muck,
Only to realize, no way, no luck.

A smile's a cloud and a sigh is one too,
Everything you do, more clouds, more dew.
Swarms and herds and hordes, they stifle such pain,
I don't want them, don't need them, but oh how I'd love the rain.

Illusion

Flesh and bones melt into pulp,

As I lay here torn, numb and slump.

My head feels like it was cut and sewn,
Lost something i thought i truly owned.

Sliced my psyche open - to give him all,
Am rewarded with woe and pain and gall.

Blink perennial to make it vaporize,
It's placid - but then i realize.

My scooped out soul lingers about,
Runs amuck and tries to shout.

Awaken to the surrender gagging in my brain,
Ripped out my heart, bleeding down the drain.

Washed the illusion off these hands of mine,
Put on my lovely fake eyes - with their false shine.

My Wretched Dilemma

Streams of tears on the bathroom floor,
Headaches, heartaches and then some more.

Staring unflinching into the dark void,
Figure this, Mister Sigmund Freud!

Hollow rhetorics to an extinct conscience,
Beware, look out, be careful, be cautious.

In vain, we weep, me and my core fragile,
Both wise to the unceasing debate futile.

Saddled with self-denial, a hunt for petty lucidness,
Fluctuating yet surreal, this undying ruefulness.

Dwell aimless, lonesome, the clock ticks and breaks.
I look for the sun, while my very being aches.

Psycho

Tears, sobs, no abeyance, none. 

Smiles, happiness, no bounds, none.
Cook me a heart, Boil me a soul.
Love me, take me, complete, whole.

Perfect, vague, obscure, precise.
The only thing that would ever suffice.
Bake me a smile, Stir me a tickle.
Lay sanity into life - fickle.

Psycho - they dubbed him, belongs to me.
Declares adjourn, can i let him be?
Psycho - mine, i love him so.
Buries desires, is gratified though.
Psycho - life, sun, hope.
Breath, soul, kryptonite, dope.

The Masquerade Ball

These masks have to come off, not one but all,
The false faces concealed beneath this ruthless skin.

Everyday, a new masquerade ball,
Fake bodies gliding, such effortless sin.

Zombies, each one of us.
Phony smiles, pretty disguises,
Guilt, shame, sympathy, trust-
All lies in motley shapes and sizes.

A fleeting glimpse of forethought i seek,
An unfeigned twinkle of the eye,
This venom, such acid, draw my senses meek-
Not a scruple found, nor a mortified sigh.

These masks, these cloaks, these drapes, these robes.
Melted malign these parasites soak-
Gnawing, eroding every fleck of truth,
Seeping deep - all soul uncouth.

A freedom delayed, an exemption denied,
This clinging grime is a bounded dose.
Persist and lose all in sight.
Resign and attain a content repose.