Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
The Floral Requiem
The butterflies flutter and fly away,
Stopping not to wave a goodbye,
Their honeyed flips aren't heard,
No thrush songs do echo anywhere.
The dew presses on harder,
The snow piles on my tender petals,
The doom is near,
Winter is here.
He has come to let me down,
He unlaces my life,
I submit and fall apart,
I lie cold beside my sole sepal.
Though I breathe my last,
The road I know doesn't end here,
Nor does the dream die,
The fragrance will never fade...
Stopping not to wave a goodbye,
Their honeyed flips aren't heard,
No thrush songs do echo anywhere.
The dew presses on harder,
The snow piles on my tender petals,
The doom is near,
Winter is here.
He has come to let me down,
He unlaces my life,
I submit and fall apart,
I lie cold beside my sole sepal.
Though I breathe my last,
The road I know doesn't end here,
Nor does the dream die,
The fragrance will never fade...
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Black and White
Thou leaned on me, Beauty's propriety,
Laid thine bosom on my virgin canvas,
With the soothing lash of thine Love,
Painted my heart with chromes of desire.
Wherefrom didst come thou, I know not;
When with the stroke of thy tresses coloured
Me from the wonted black and white,
I remember not! Spersed thou me
With thine masterful caress, harvesting joy
On the grim visage, suffusing myriads of smiles.
Lores of thine charm take fathoms and volumes
That my fraily paley gab cannot lone spell,
Come rest on my words, thou Muse of Helicon,
Sail with me on these thine own rivulets of ink,
Alas! Thine hour has lapsed, gone hast thou!
But gone hast thou too soon out of the blue.
Me minus thee is hueless, breathless, lifeless.
Frozenness surrounds me, its shreds shudder me,
Tears erase me, ah thine very own me
Fades brack, black, back to black and white.
Laid thine bosom on my virgin canvas,
With the soothing lash of thine Love,
Painted my heart with chromes of desire.
Wherefrom didst come thou, I know not;
When with the stroke of thy tresses coloured
Me from the wonted black and white,
I remember not! Spersed thou me
With thine masterful caress, harvesting joy
On the grim visage, suffusing myriads of smiles.
Lores of thine charm take fathoms and volumes
That my fraily paley gab cannot lone spell,
Come rest on my words, thou Muse of Helicon,
Sail with me on these thine own rivulets of ink,
Alas! Thine hour has lapsed, gone hast thou!
But gone hast thou too soon out of the blue.
Me minus thee is hueless, breathless, lifeless.
Frozenness surrounds me, its shreds shudder me,
Tears erase me, ah thine very own me
Fades brack, black, back to black and white.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
The dream-roll
The window on the roadside creaks and opens. She dusts off the webs of idle desire that had long before nested on those untouched bars. A sneeze rests on her nose, but is adamant on the stay, much like the dreams she salved from the sun and the sweat, the fret and the froth, the rain and the rust. Before cocooning back to the quietness of her tiny abode, her grey eyes greet the early rays of the sun. They seem to whisper to her: "we carpet the day before you, stride forth!" As she turns back with a subtle smile, the spider has begun to play with its craft over again ...
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
black out
the smiles fade
the colours blur
letters vanish
tides missing
canvas empty
sun sets
my eyes close
my eyes open
they blink
flick
i click
google
fear
where are you
where am i
where is the Light
the colours blur
letters vanish
tides missing
canvas empty
sun sets
my eyes close
my eyes open
they blink
flick
i click
fear
where are you
where am i
where is the Light
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