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Divinier

Today a melancholic evening ,  I decided to take a walk in pristine white snows wearing  gloomy leather boats trudging heavily on  eerie icy paths leaving  behind a place once called home   While on way, I am met by a withered skeletal   tree standing his  ground despite the havocs  caused by ice and water  waving at me with his trembling Parkinson’s  branches,  …

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Endurance

Every dawn I travel back -forth from hell blazing flames of pain resting in the darkest gorges of  sufferings torments me as naked infernos burn my parched skins   Revealing to me  translucent blisters hiding beneath my skins but as the coolness of  dusk swaddles me in its scarlet twilights   I swallow my miseries like  a bitter pill …

Grief & Joy

Grief and joy Two sisters conjoint One conceived at dark Other begotten at dawn Grim grief of night gives Way to sweet joy of morning What’s one without each other Tear tickles wrapped  in joy Smiles spread swaddled in pain Happier ones are sad beings Gloomy ones are joyful souls What’s  perfumes of laughter Without …

Destiny

I had a dream last night saw once again an old woman cooking saffron pilaf wearing a stained apron speaking casually some verses of random wisdom, don’t be proud in life destiny is more arrogant.

Born Again

In your eyes I found my redemption, yes in your bewitching eyes, not in some astute scriptures or shrines.   It was all in one glance that I savored the rare nectar of heavens which angels boasts of.   Reclaimed from the rubles of past, resurrected  from the debris of bygone life,    Immersed in  your …

Pilgrimage To The Groccery Store

For Ms. Andrea A voyage to a grocery store is a holy kind Pilgrimage to store after 6 is must Painstakingly adorned hair with kanzashi  Delicately crimson-painted lips Sets out ethereally on route number five Enthroned high on the corner seat Majestic, every inch a royal Like sultry Cleopatra on the golden voyage Flanked on …

Grey-Eyed Sadness

On the wintry chariots of November Oh! grey -eyed sadness you arrived yet again , though the fallen leaves were premonitions of the fast approaching hours of our rendezvous.   But the fool  in me hoped this cold your arrivals might be delayed but here I am a meek little being already in your sturdy embraces my  my …

Those Charms & Glows

I’ve possessed my bitter sorrows long back, Adorned and wore it as part of my flesh , Pains which gushes as streams of scarlet blood through blue veins, raging as river Nile  Like whiffs of cheap psychedelic drugs, I  consumed every bit and angle of my grief  For a woman doesn’t become a woman until …

Those Rubenesque Flutes

In every fissure of those Rubenesque flutes I blew to my heart’s yearning  deep sighs  of burlesque passions,   Sync together euphonious hums of those  unrequited moments, which like whiffs get infused in elements of thin air,   A melodious tune conceived out of the duskier crevices of fluted grooves where dwells hooves of undeclared …

Brutality of WordPress

Afternoon, Lovely people of blogosphere,  I’ve been issuing comments on your wonderful sites but once again heavens have conspired and I am blocked forever and  banished in your spams, in some cases I am exiled from spams as well. Endure this moment of great WordPress travesty with me, look up in skies and down in …