Just a human

I’ve just turned into a human:Craving mastery over that-That translucent,Crumbled parchment,Pallid bodily air.And I wonder what my feet do,‘Coz I am meant to fly,O! I’m volatile,just volatile, aren’t I? I’ve turned into a questionOne I ask myself a day,Shutting myself to the darkness-Bleak,Melancholy darkness.Yet, I wish to see the light,Fall upon that lie,But, am I…

The Cache

They say diamonds never breakAnd yet her heart,When it did,The golden of her hair –Rustled.Her ruby lips –Quivered.Her deep set pair of obsidian –Glistened.AndBrine traced its way.Across the silver.Of her skin.Forming along its way –A pearl.Washed ashore.On the granite.Of my hands.

Tabula Rasa

That day we sat so carelessly,Gazing at the sun,And when the forest in ashes rose,What could we do but run? That day we paced so much in trance,All caught up in that mind,And when the icy castles fell,Who said we had no time? Mistakes from that day, Oh my!So many did we make,And when we…

The grainy monochromatic photograph

A fading red heart on a Dusty cover page of an Album bound with memories of People holding hands, and of Eyes perhaps happier than Those staring at them, because Sepia tones and tattered corners, Black and white and worn out borders, have eyes that smiled at each other, not Those that smiled at cameras,…

The rose thorn

Pretty roses caress thy feet, And those bare of yonder man, Walking to the azure ahead, He could, he will, he can. And roses yet, beneath raw feet, How soft, how sweet, so red, Obliterated, yes just once, For all that lay ahead. Obliterated, yes just once, For roses have bloomed anew, And have laid…