feminine, life, Love, Obituary

Golden Hope

The glittering words of hope are mere,

a few letters arched with a tip of pen.

Forced to live the relativity of a temporal life,

itched with the redundant barbed memories.

This throbbing pain is real while the golden

hope exists in a realm of a dream.

Lunacy
life, Literature, Nature, poetry

Innocent

The ceremony of innocence is drowned.”

W. B Yeats

Out of ceremonial fires emerged,

tiny amber sparks of soot.

Fires were lit to please the

dormant demigod.

Saintly priest offered one thousand

ablutions to the mighty

demagogue , enthroned

on a regal Peacock Throne.

A neck was twisted, a cord broken,

out of hollow spine;

gushed ruby coloured brooks of blood.

A spectacle of blood-bath assembled

to sacrifice an Innocent at the

altar of a strapping few.

Fear of woman in window
life, Love, Nature

I’ll Not

I’ll not let the raven clouds shroud the

pitch darkness of my heart.

I’ll will not give in to the mighty rains to

wash away the salinity of my tears.

Few whispers of amorous love might never

mend my broken heart,

My tears won’t evaporate to the lofty cycles

of the Earths and Sun.

For I’ll not part with my share of pains in

pursuit of temporary gains.