Halos in her eyes...
I keep telling you you've got those eyes,
That glowing skin in disguise,
If there's anything too eminent about it,
It has to be the unnatural way you glow,
Not like sun,
You glimmer like moonless starry skies,
I keep following,
those afterimages of your glowing eyes...
Wandering I dive in rain drops,
second hand stuck in my wall clock,
A feather touch, she
rock, my feel
Dozen pricks on my skin
I wish something it meant
In the true liveliness of my disguise
My wax, melting
The canopy over my head
Is now slowly dripping blobs over my shoulder,
Crusting on impact,
Brittle it's mark,
Reminds me of the red you made
on my chest,
That night in the dark,
Oh I remember you,
Sound and crystal
They take away all my senses,
A chain of arched conscious in my faith,
Have asked for the one who'd say,
"Oh fallacy of unknown destinies,
Would you let me nestle in My head?"
With a pocketfull of sunflower seed,
Some grass drenching under painting rain beads,
I would have grown with her in a Silver tree,
Upon a patch of altered vividness,
Her naked Artisan body on my bed,
As if carved her skin on my tapestries,
In torrid golden shades they'd see,
How I have now dyed My Own...
Losing My Hues...
I wish I could turn around,
I just ain’t too proud,
Feeding my mind whirl,
hues of my precious,
I'm afraid it was a circle,
Knot around my heart,
Ceiling, it's root,
My debts all due,
And yet I let my mind,
Lose my hues,
Frozen in my vein,
Is a reason ,
searching for my traces in every cause,
Sprinkling my bleeds
I spewed my dark,
A slow death in patches of purple blue,I've let my mind,
Lose my hues,
Riches or scars
Scrapes or sharps
Cold and the precipitate in it's chilly dark,
None compares to those strolls along unseen lanes,
N why wouldn't I scream?
For things I did were exactly what I didn't want to do,
I've let my mind...
The turbid in my waters,
Made me realise that even when I knew the seabed, I was scared of the dark.
The only way I could conquer it again seemed to be Me Crossing the sea, blindfolded everyday.
Even days when I could see the sea in crystal shades, I'd blindfold myself and soar deep.
For I'd be the one who'd face it all,
I'm a king on my own.
they Bow to Me...
Even the crystal,
Even the dark...
Waves of euphoria in tulip swarm,
Lavender tendrils woven across her arms,
Floral her aroma,
Some pre-summer winds across her face was feeling warm,
A symphony of chance encounters,
I leave her by the shoreline everyday,
She's the moon reflection on the gulf ,
Roots deep she has feelings they say,
Only I've known her unfiltered brew,
Her overpowered essence on my mind...
The way my fingers cross
When I pray for you,
Your prints on Me are more pronounced than mine...
Musk of love...
Everything seems like it's slipping,
Did I forget to hold tight?
Maybe I was afraid you'd say I'm clenching,
if I'm Letting loose,
The light I'm shown in myself
Is dusty mud pale,
Feels like a shadow,
A shade ,
Darker than the hundred virgin's tale,
I'm following a path I know no more,
In a belief there's someone on the other side,
Holding a candle I'd get pulled to,
A light vanilla essence hiding from Me,
A slight hint of musky forest mist,
I've been walking her way,
Running in spree,
Scabs on my knee,
It's the 11th hour since I've been waiting at the edge,
She likes Crooked smile,
I keep telling myself...
Gravity doesn't make you fall for her,
You just get pulled towards,
Moulded in certain irregular casts
N the next thing you know,
Is the sky draped in cloudy haze,
She knew your shapes better...
Ritual under the oak tree...
A lavender in parched weeds,
Serenity disguised in dreaded creaks,
I'm the wild you're afraid of,
Under moonless seas,
Your lust to be engulfed by the dark in Me,
Laying down on the ground beneath
You gasp under me,
Heat evading our steamed bodies,
You're breathing ecstacy,
A whiff under your neck,
You dig your teeth in me,
My touch lead you to uproot the grass in reach,
Your dew dripping,
Flowing slick on my fingertips,
Your aroma met the musk in me,
Hurried you call Me in,
Thin sweat on your skin,
Your moans echoed the diffused boundaries,
The wild ceased to listen,
when you hit the ...
Screen... No screen...
It took us an year to meet,
An year to be able to touch,
The same air,
It was when I saw her,
Her voice reverberating in my ears,
Her aroma wafted sweetness
Of winter bakery kind,
Her touch felt a bit too surreal,
Coz for once in years,
there was no screen anymore...
The paint on her lips
tasted of cherries and peaches,
Smudge-proof she'd say,
Her lips abraded...
It's the art of disguise
The sweet aftertaste of the mask glue residual on your lips,
That measures how long a person can withheld the truth form spilling.
Or if he chooses to hide.
The fingers intervened used to strengthen Me,
Are left with void rails,
Things left are the barren cracked offtrails,
Leading me away,
Don't you see?
Im a mere story,
She my sacred enchantree...
The way my lucid conscious trembles,
Pouring void empties my cup,
My dreams are far from some cumulus in a hundred shades lining silver,
It makes you lust,
For beaded streaks of life,
sucks in light,
And when you open your eyes,
It leaves you,
First I lose myself in search of You,
Now, I'm losing my residues...
Grey purple trance,
He's a hazy rain,
A Sharp tool,
Scraping off his hides,
A sober asshole
Mere stupid fools
He's a kingdom
Has a certain pull
people going in circles
on summer hues,
Hes a lone pack,
Off the charts,
He's like that
His fall hard,
Can't control that,
Lining her arched spine,
I Moulded my palm,
Her arms encircling my neck,
Her breath? warm,
The heated air between two bodies,
Celestial, her charms,
She's a tulip red in deep orchards,
I? her honeybee swarm,
She's a queen of my 25th hour,
I'm her 26th hour alarm,
Shes a beauty in draped disguise,
Look deep, it's all in her eyes
she's My song...
Flying midair I cut lose my summer strings,
Took a pill, went on 2 trips,
Psychedelic neons bulging on my touch
The ecstacy in breathing your perfume babe,
Nothing beats that, a bit too much...
A summer dream long awaited has arrived,
Unaware, it let me dive
Depth of my conscious was unmeasurable no more,
My mind these days?
Under the bridge,
in humming silver breeze,
for the love in me,
Lucency has long lost its will,
There's too many Antiques booked under my skin,
Would you walk through the unprepared me,
Under the fig tree,
I'll be waiting,
As broken twigs
My sanity has now turned senile,
saw weeping cries in glass brittle disguise,
Reach out to me for I'm about to break,
Unlike last hundred times,
I'm bulletproof no more...
Petals scraped bared my bones
Boring on my fifth hole
In places I kept on screaming for help
Times when I kept chanting the lores
Shredded my existence in epiphany,
She’s a night veil hiding the rustic seas...
The copious ink,
that flows through my nib,
Is a bit too picturesque,
Am amazed to look at it's red,
When the first thing I see,
Are the faded blood stains ...
A bridge burning by the morning hazel horizon,
Has been giving me warmth under the uprooted winter seeds,
The snow falling along the ashes from the sky,
There's nothing defining which one is which,
As I walk to you, with Paled clenched fists,
Between my Thighs shivering n frozen legshifts,
Your fire melted the snow atop the grass,
Winds blowing about to waver my stance,
I'm trying to hold my shortened breath,
Your ashes toxic acting as they must have been said,
N babe, I'm dragging my leg chewed by bear trap,
like every old time when you weren't there,
Blood sizzled when I reached the front of your bridge,
My bare feet telling me the ice in the blood was...
I see valour,
In scared faces,
On dark days,
I run blind,
My Untied laces...
A life too taken by them,
I wonder if I'm losing myself to find Me!
Some things I was told to be aware of,
stating they were beans that'd grow vines skyhigh for me to climb on,
Some things were too hidden under the free falling drapes,
Under the silk curtains caressing the chest,
hugging those carvings,
N Yet I couldn't read between its intricacies,
Like a blind I traced my fingertips,
In light mum,
I've been whispering it's scripts,
Onto uneducated ears,
I dosed off mid waters,
To be drowned in tides,
I dissolved those turbid fingerprints off along with my palm crease,
Long gone were those lines,
Away from the unforeseen skips in my shores
Only to shy away,
from uncertainty and unc...
Counting on my fingers they say I have more than I should,
Only if they knew, the fields I seek bread from, were never mine! struggling, all I got were a few grains brought by the wind,
It was when my stomach growled me out of trance,
I was just an onlooker,
Made believe it’s a farm of my own!