Pitch dark smoke rises
Against grey tide,
Our gathering awaits,
Broken; moist eyed.
I no longer inhabit me,
Cursed and weak;
No longer is my spirit
Contained in me, meek.
I’ve shed these clothes
I’ve donned too long;
I’ve quit this world,
I’ve sung my song.
The last breath, borrowed
Called you to me.
The last words for now
Were echoes of nee.
I can sleep hereon under
Earth’s blanket warm,
I’ve been silenced now;
A quieter, unruly storm.
…
You walk ahead, shawled; I quietly follow
A waft of your perfume drags me along,
How long have I been insane, I’d never know,
But today even silence echoes your song.
Words have no need; no time and no space
For either, the distances amidst us suffice
Their need, and on this path, at your pace-
Paused, if ever such need should arise.
Gently, the mellow of your voice lilts
To where I stand, breathless, immobile.
Heady breezes split your cascading stilts
And time, space seem to matter awhile.
I watch in wonder alone, here as we stand
Away, and yet as one; unseen, unknown.
Tantalized air, gurgles in utter disband;
Tempted, yet I stand quiet, and alone.
You do not yet see the eyes that watch
From the eyes that you see with now.
Nor yet know each mark, each notch
Which your feet make upon my love.
A bond, emboldened no space can sever
Nor time can weaken should it try.
Distance zero; here I shall live forever,
And here is where I shall once die.
…
A rumination of the concept of ‘soul mates’. Separation, time, space – they all seem to be rendered irrelevant to such two souls. The poem tries to describe this elation in one soul which is aware, while the other one is not.
What real visions do the moments show
When perchance I recall your face,
Knowing, what the common do not yet know,
Succumbed souls to an inglorious race.
I watch from beneath the earth, that has me
Warm, staid; only dust below the dust.
Lost souls that clamber into a mediocrity;
Even of resilient steel, now gather rust.
I care not much for the travails of the lost
Or the journeys they make with willful glee,
For only one can be worth the price it has cost,
The price of her future; the will to be free.
Death, just, has snatched me from the one,
Who made all the efforts worthwhile seem,
She awakes in the cold, shudders in the sun;
Praying for the break of this morbid dream.
From beneath the sod that covers me whole,
My prudent heart reasons this turn.
In wonder of this turn and fate's cruel role,
That I lie here lifeless; and yet I burn.
For when the burn stops and I shall be free,
The Gods will guard you, till your heart will tame.
Knowing the short term of an eternity,
Eternal, my joy; if you should call my name.
…
Life gives you chances to take choices for granted, Death is more just..its nearly the same to all. We are so involved in the rat race that consumes us, that we forget the ones we live for.. This poem is about that perspective..
No blood anymore, I’ve not a heart that can pump.
Dead long before I even lay in this dump,
The last drops they had shed in violent disgust,
With a blade that’s baked with old blood and rust.
A resilient gut puts on a last weak stand
And blood, like all else, did now disband.
I count the morbid hours, alone in wait
Dark shadows, it seem, have taken the bait
For they hook me now to the spangle of the dead
And drag my corpse for the vulpine to be fed.
I bid you farewell, for the end is now here,
Better a sordid death, than breaths of fear.
…
Eyes have run tears for hours at end,
Soaked in showers that heavens still send,
I stand for long beneath her sill,
As thunders explore to break my will.
Lights stay on, the rooftops pour,
My thoughts now bleed, but ask for more.
Flashes have dimmed down the worldly lights,
She walks, now stands, clear in my sights,
She looks down at me with certain despise,
Mauling me there, plain, with her eyes,
I know not the count of time that passed,
For certain I know of bounds trespassed.
She knows she’s guilty, yet stranger to shame,
With anger she binds fluid curses to my name
For I stand here now; answers I seek,
Of treachery that crowned in hearts of the weak.
We speak not a word, our eyes left to balk,
Rain gods in thunders and pours will now talk.
I move away now, there’s no more to tell,
This rain has stripped me of memories of her smell,
No more will words try to reason long fights,
No tests, no curbs, on withheld rights,
It was fair that love, with pain be composed,
I carry neither now; expelled and exposed.
…
A blanket of dark has covered the night,
Streets asunder with traces of light,
Fog lamps in halos have shadows cast
Spotlights for specters that speak of the past.
Winds of silence, blow past the street,
Voices that whisper matters discrete.
The calm is now broken, of the night supreme
Fear into the hearts, blares an eerie scream.
Pulses now race, eyelids now balk,
Ears lie await for winds that talk.
Footsteps are heard, death walks here,
Spines tremble in morbid fear.
The tempo now rises, hearts skip beats,
The wave has passed, away from the streets,
Maleficent spirits will walk once more,
Paths then awash with phantasmic gore.
‘If you want peace, prepare for war!’
