Love And Lovers

Love a deceitful whispered silently in cold nights gently waking me from a self induced delirium, echos of those chatters and laughters, lingering on in some nights, for Love remains deceitful and dimpled lovers elusive , I humbly accept what my beloved offers knowing that price paid for few moments and sighs in love  is much …

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Fangs of Sadness

Like a seizure sadness took hold of my withered heart a brutal blow , frenzied  it leapt, spat it’s venom  in tubular veins to merge with red liquids, now in possession of every fold of the body,  even when joyous  petals touche my cheek, love birds suckle on heavenly nectars, or naked rain drops take me in …

Prophecy

Cups of sooty coffee criss-cross darkening  stains on Chinese porcelain,  echoing a prophecy  of a Turkish soothsayer,  a destiny embossed on  those parched cracks  between the folds of  the mandarin  cup, a topaz vision, may be a hallucination  or myriad psychedelics at work a Bedouin  on a caravan gilding on golden  dunes,  a nomadic predicament  a home neither …

Souls Die Young

A ruby heart which snapped and fell apart in  two as it couldn’t hold the jolts of  young lovers gone sour. Those translucent  blue veins where once ran the streams of ancient Nile and Ganges freely like the fountains of voluptuous youth, Those courses now run parched and wasted.  On whose rocky banks civilizations of prosperity  thrived like transient …

Transformation

I’ve lived multiple lives, surviving to live as a man,   Million little moments sabotaged to feel as grandiose as a man.   Countless nights sacrificing  cotton fluff like yearnings to please what became of  that man.    Marring those ardent desires in whose rustic Earthen wombs  human hope  is conceived.    Patiently waiting, ogling …

Child-like Blaze

In the deepest gorges of heart dwells a child-like puny little blaze,     A minuscule  bright topazic infant flame which glows in the darkness of shrewd  world of the  grown ups   The little flame never  fades, for it protects the naive hearts, from falling prey to the coldness of the corrupt     The child-like …

The First Coming

Adorning the scarlet crown of thorns he graced the parched sands of  ancient Bethlehem with legendary  bounties of those infinite compassions. A messiah took birth in the shanty dwellings of the humblest shepherds, A shooting star sighted somewhere, It was the first tremors,those calm                 whispers and silent tears.  He silently …

Sunny Days Are Here Again

Hello Friends, Hope you all are crackling teeth in frigid temperatures ( 😝) of cold 🥶 Arctic weather  . Sipping hot ☕️ beverages  and sparkling bourbons 🥃 . I’m enjoying balmy sunny weather of 26 C (I won’t tell the place 😁) The sadistic side of mine refuses to share such pleasant weather least everyone …

Voids of hearts

Voids of hearts are like withered leaves of bygone autumns   Young saplings do sprout in vibrant  springs, hope  takes birth in  fissures of  Earth    But the gloom of  marble tombstones erected on scarlet hearts forever lingers    Tombs inscribed on polished ruby  hearts stand like rows of platoons  of martyred  leaves   Midst celebrations  of …

A Wind’s Tale

Started at 3 pm to look for morality, Hours minutes pass by, Walking waiting sleeping But road to morality seemed long On the curvy path few are busy, Some in slumber, some don’t  really care… My guardian angel texted ” do not disturb” Keep on marching, keep on trudging  Perhaps one must ask what is …