The Naked-ness of Desires

Oblivious to the presence of my own existence-
like opium drain’d through the veins- lost,
Inanimate world came into motion only-
the motionless me. Dwindling sight and
nervous call of my psyche. Awaken’d desires-
mischievous touch, playing-crawling underneath
my skin. Vivid-ness of a bright light- yellowish mid-
summer day. Crawling into the bed- then I fall into sleep;
Or not, or may it a profound reverie! Oblivious to the
world that someone’s dreaming. Was that a dream or
what named of a dream?- A dream within a dream. Like
-shadows invading everything exist in the room.
Only the vivid-ness of burning light comin’,-
through the window glass failing my sight; discarding
my being. O! The goodness of angel or my desires
of devilish thought! What I see? Who do I see?
Such numbness that I cannot move; anasthetiz’d
my wholeness. And I see- a lady. Sitting right next to
the window-on the couch. Gazing with her lustrous eyes-
and piercing through my transient mortal case; rising
my morbid fascination. I see a beauty-beyond all my
reckoning. The lustrous desire of heart along with my unquenchable-
thirst in the eyes of being lov’d- enjoyed the horrifying
Beauty of her deep delve carve cutting through window
light. And the soft swell carve of her naked breast –
curtained under her shadowy whirlpool of curly hair.
And like a bow, her bending hands illustrate perfect
Ivory. Shadows like trudging down softly, very slowly
Curtailing her image in my eyes and I crave to invade her Beauty.
O! My naked desire. Turning a white heart
into darkened dwelling where- desire burning
in such firey flame- famished for centuries.
Craving to meet that fire like a moth. O! Goddess;
Take me-let me die burning into your flame.
I may collapse and doom’d for an eternity-

and alike a propeller whirr’d, and the clock buzzed
like an obstinate envious withstander . . .  and . . .my eyes opened. 

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In the midst of a long lone night

In the midst of a long lone night,
Silence surrounding; silence within silence.
(Tick-tock – Tick-tock)except the clock ticking,
to mark the presence of time.
The clock, solely alive-breathing,
and this heart inside my chest-beating.
This dreadful night and a tiny crystallized dew drop-
crawling down through window glass,
Then hundreds came down, swarming
dazzling tiny sparkles,
reflecting the street light.
True, pure and beautiful..but
alive. Terrifying existence of nothingness.
A whisper aloud, buzzing around
and thriving negativity.
Time – drifting away in such swift mood
or it has stopped -numb.
Endless-pointless queries and this still-ness
creeping through the veins.
Words faded away from a book-aged,
from its curled yellowish pages.
Things unknown, letter enveloped- never opened,
mystery remained in mystery, unfolded.
Footprints those left long gone, withered.
Decaying walls- plasters falling,
softly-very slowly-dying,
memories engulfed and veiled in secrecy,
a life within life. A poem eluding,
arousal of worries; bitterness-hatred,
a darkness collapsing eventually.
Amidst a long lone night-
a night beneath starry sky; up above a lonely star fading.

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….an incomplete poem of a heart ache

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He demurred and in wild impulse tried to pull himself all together,
but being shattered; and left in fragments solely to grieve upon thoughts of her.
A swarthy complexion aroused on his face; an incisive direction he starts wading,
seeking for the edge where the path led; why angels became so deceiving?
Daylight began to cursing him and he ran into a darkened den,
and moon light turned into a cold, shining knife slicing his very skin.
O her face, her murmuring voice, her songs poisoning the eyes and the ear,
all her touches crawling beneath the skin, through blood into his heart further.

The very thoughts of her lured him to his certain demise . . .

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