Thursday, June 16, 2016

Scrambled Love

Yet another day to mark the glorified end, shining,
The beginning in the start had its own charm, captivating,
So matching the energy of the self lived up to the charm,
Wonder ever nothing could happen do any harm,

Cradling inside out of the narrow hole,
Blocking through the windows there are souls whole,
For that withering within the leaves are yet to be blown,
So what, dance, dance all the way to the corners unknown

And then when she raises the head above out of the glass she held,
The air bent to the shiniest glow captured raisins in the bend,
Dimensions of the afterglow captured inside the smile,
Rising slowly with her mist and the hidden cries,

The rapture and the true spirit of the lost river,
I ran to her to carry the smile she had kept in her bosom,
It was the nocturnal moment of the divine pacifications,
Covered in so many yet so faked love emotions.

Its the dust that covers the smile that was long last amidst the crude memories.

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Dry Pulp

Marred by the expectations of the early trailer,
Picture that seemed so soft and free was not so appealing,
Yet when running to the hill to catch the glimpse of the sun,
You try so hard to squeeze every bit the hard earned fun,

Overpowering and similarly captivating the calling,
Run through to the maze by the that flawless upbringing,
No matter how strong the fragrance of the bite was,
It was covered in the dead beat of the heavy smile,

Uptight and just about to feel the way right,
Way to put forward in my senses was everytime a new fight,
Figurines and depictions of the thought of world justified,
It was not the finishing touch not so exemplified,

All about the presence and all about the being you,
Excitement and anger turning the red in the blue,
Coupled into the palette with many thoughts,
Strike the hammer before its too late to die in the drought.

Measured in Love

Countering the glooming happiness over the fretted clouds,
Undermining in the deep shadows are left within the peddling shrouds,
Uproarious and unsettling thoughts jumped all around the moat,
Measured in units of love to draw the ladder from her boat.

Richness in the thick skin to pierce within the smile,
Following the racing air out of words was becoming agile,
A merciful glance and the soft touch compensated the burden,
It was much more than to it than to the sought of hurdle,

Hoping to set the pace right, again, only not to nauseate this time,
Chaos was not an option, not loving her was the biggest crime,
Clamped back to how perfect it was or  rather how it seemed,
It was always there for I was blind to see how it appealed,

How it begins, and blossoms in to the sweet bosom of the smiles,
Without any fret, It was the same love ready for the miles,
It was the gold I struck within the mines full of dirt,
Just the way to feel every day as a new birth.

Scarlet Massacre

Hand me to the laid graves,
Lie beside me till I reach to the closure,
Throw behind the left overs of the moments,
The wondered melodies so soft are so penchant,

Displacing the water filled with all the weight of doings,
Craving hard to shrug off any chance of wrong upbringings,
Top it up let it spill to the broken stairs,
Ill be watching over the dance through my empty chair,

One to the top and two the bottom of the well,
Touching the ear with warm hands where the thoughts dwell,
Swiped insignificantly the last of the dropped wine of the table,
Horses were massacred happily in the dreamy stable,

Sometimes that left this open in their enclosure,
Waiting to be wrapped in the blanket of guilt with pleasure,
All amazed by the shining red light of the decision,
I am all alone with the broken knife and her precision,