As your furtive glances entangle with mine
I feel my melted heart running through the skin.
As the zephyr brews through flames in the
darkness of my dreams, my blood beckons your being. Continue reading “Proposal”
The Road Not Taken*(with a little twist)
When two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
I took neither. I built my own trail
amidst the thorns and conifers
donning my rebel snood.
Sprinting fierce, stamping the bushes
I lacerate dead ends.
Staring at the syzygy, I progress
to find destiny’s dividends.
I didn’t take the roads previously travelled
to stand ahead of the crwth.
Going harsh, doing rash,
they say I’m drunk on youth.
* A well-known poem by the legendary poet Robert Frost.
Youth– The Daily Post prompt
EXPLORING SILENCE
A post I wrote for Candles Online. Check out their site guys, they have amazing content over there.
When the motion ceases, vibrations in air retreat
Then trot into the silence, introspect deep.
Plunge into memory lane, dig flakes of lores,
Catch wisps of lessons, which experiences reap.
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Deserts Versus Humans
The amorphous sand dunes on the chest of desert
Blemishing its soul superficially, causing fugacious scars
Then comes the confused wind, dispersing the gold grains
On the scratched heart, thus panacea rains.
Unlike the exteriors of desert, human hearts have iron-crusts
The wounds don’t erode, with time they only rust
Slowly crumbles the shell , and deeper seeps the hurt.
They gulp down misery, but keep the face robust.
Life would have been much easier
if human scars too were easy to dust.
Confused– The Daily Post prompt
Fears
Surface – The Daily Post prompt
Perspiring, I wake up every night, surrendering
to the fears. An abundance of what-if’s,
suspicions crawling through the veins.
Questions burning in the head, while the answers
untraceable, still fondle the shadows.
I fall for grotesque fallacies. And light has collapsed
too deep into caverns of uncertainty
to reach the surface.
When hope gets lost amidst the brindled tassels, which
the raucous wind has ravelled out of dust.
My angels have lost their ways, for the halo is
camouflaged by the dark.
My summers shiver, I need warmth.
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Architectural Abstraction
Walls of elegance, domes of dynamism
gold paint splashed all over.
Minarets of passion, spans of intellect
and mirth’s scintillating chandelier.
You’re a fortress of absolute perfection
beloved, you’re divine architecture.
Paint– The Daily Post prompt
Brooding Blue
I have swam past many a stubborn cyan waves,
walked over cerulean undulations.
But when I see the azure in your eyes
I feel like drowning…
Stubborn– The Daily Post prompt
I am Chaos
Craving – The Daily Post prompt
The stream of fine, dulcet phrases in your sight
is a masquerade to conceal the mess.
Ricocheting uproar, piling mayhem
I’m all chaos on the inside, no less.
Perennially mercurial, entangled in scepticism
I get cravings for troubles, I confess.
So don’t ask for the keys to my heart baby,
it’s darkness in there
you’d lose your way into the wilderness.
An Ode to Self
Don’t stay buried in the raw ground,
there you’ll find despair and darkness profound.
Break free the shackles, fly out of bound
your mighty spirit is destined to astound.
O brave warrior, relinquish all fright
conquer the horizons, ascend magnificent heights.
Be the panacea to incurable blights.
At the end of your timeless flight,
you’ll find the immortal light.
Profound– The Daily Post prompt
Midnight Soprano 