While you were searching my whereabouts,I was standing next to an oak tree… when all the leaves came out of deep slumber and the wintery dusk descended, it was about time for me to lurk beneath those ancient roots and search in raven labyrinths, the meaning of icy darkness that possesses you and me and …
Am I nostalgic? For the sinful youthful gone by, the momentary bubbles of champagne burs-ted vanished into thin airs. Am I nostalgic? Of the elusive lovers lost in the abysses of spiral times. Am I nostalgic? Of the silent tears and melancholia heart of my youth! Am I nostalgic? Of my fleeting vanity and the …
Fear is love it lingers… chases and breaks, melting away in veins morphing into pulsating heart-beats, strangulating in narrow lungs Fear is love!
Standing in the land of the great Apaches Midst blooming wild poppies and the mammoth elephant grasses, thinking of the dream that once Martin Luther had. May be the days of chivalric Camelot are over, as I heaved reclining on the grand arm chair; vicious winds from the North gushed echoing footsteps of a massive feet …
Weaved with a lot of skill and compassion Oblivious stood erected in disdain Persian turquoise, Indian indigo… You name it, and I had flowers of different valleys Bathed in egotism, adorning-robe of pride Relishing my pristine appearance, while Scorning others, self gloating was my sin Sure of my fate, to be embellished at reception decor …
“Makeupum Divina lipstickum Hail Oh, scentum , perfumee lios Goddess Stilettum que sara sara” Madam Giselle woke up to one glorious afternoon, and damn those long-long lashes stretching little over than the river Nile. Sparkling stilettos towering way above the heights of the leaning Towers of Pisa! … Having Insight 24 inches waist Madam stretched her …
When I was young, I believed in emerald elves & golden goblins, they lived in tranquilly behind the tall elephant grasses, a glee takes over my face when I see vision of the whispering cloud A raven grim hovering around murmuring secrets of azure skies I can overhear the gentle cries of sullen crickets in …
Gentle translucent dew drops brought along murky clouds on grey chariots of northern winds taking me in their mighty clutches tossing, spinning me to the dimensions of the other world, as rays of amber Sun descended on the eclipsed horizons, the mighty chariots of Northern winds froze in eternity and I once again came back …
Having feasted past-midnight, PersianLaila got up lazily at the stroke of twelve. Wearing her sparkling tiara, she rose with a numbing headache resultant of a hangover, Caused by the left-over French champagne that she drank greedily from the China glass of her Benevolent master. Her master’s darling she occupied a special place in his cozy lap …
I grew up beyond the grey walls…. Walls that changed hues under varied spells, mama would strictly keep me inside. The thick silver parapets adorned tiny holes, black ashen specks from where I marveled at the cruel oddity of the world. A faded sepia of Papa hung at a crooked angle-tilted towards outside,shadowing other …