O’ my Goddess,
in your hair- cryptocrystalline blackishness
pierce deeply the sunshine,
when sway –
and night invades the day.
On your lips –
twilight deepens to scarlet
forming in crimson red,
crowns softly your twinkling smile,
when your celestial beauty
lilt an ethereal whisper –
sighs only I hear.
And those eyes –
penetrate my being with such affection, inebriate gasp in my breath –
your gentle confluence.
Yet more a terrible journey and I waded far far away
The mind is in complete disarray; encroaching into a very mid-day.
I exist and alive; and now awakened but a weary sigh heaved
through nostrils toward my – Self; my being cleaved.
Etched on my mind the very illustration of my entangled past
enraged me whilst I watch memories buried underneath years of dust.
Vivid-ness of a bright sun curtains my spectrum, my senses disavowed,
Away back somewhere a mystery may have unfolded and a ship wreck foreshadowed.
Be-wilderness devour my conscious yet I fly in tiresome direction
Over the beechen green of a nameless woodland, or may it my only fraction;
Wings spread out journey on such weary feathers anesthetizing momentum,
Up in the sky and beneath the sea, there betwixt lie bits of me undisturbed inside a sanctum.
The timeline past pulverized, only me and this very moment now left
standing at this edge, await to slog myself out of this mountain cleft.
Standing beside my own shadow, I bowed in an obsequious manner,
unknowingly a fear horrid my senses, trembling in cold touch of nothingness,
a frenzy begins from my heart, drain’d through the blood devour’d my whole-ness,
agreed upon the uncertain faith; deadening queries, I sing with the graveside mourner.
Song I sung ~ song I sung; and gazing at a giant oak close to the grave-yard
atop there beseated a bronze throat howls; such a cry aloud and cursed.
The Gone has none to fear but those alive shudder’d, besieged by horror-
of the unknown alike demonic face appears, beguiled with fiery terror.
Sojourn of the mortal state as now passed into immortality
and my part ended here~I wade though the tombstones surrounds me
with an obscure sight, a futile attempt to decypher (thoughts within and) all this perplexity.
Counting each and every second,
Seeking for the perfection
Such queries – obsolete
Moments within –
I – the person lost beyond time
Such place to fit in- isolated
A lone spring
Amidst the shadows
Nights- writing cold, hopeless words
Do I belong to the poets of the fall(?)
Twilight; in between light and dark
Hanging few moments that so crimson,
Mighty Sun lost somewhere in the horizon
Where now these eyes stuck.
A lone star behind me started twinkling
In my eyes reflecting those bloody rays
Quickened now withering.
Here comes the wintery night
Now falling so quickly,
I know not – how and why
But a numb and lonely feeling
Wrapping up my soul
Covering my heart slowly.
Shivering with the touch of falling dew on my skin,
Thinking of my unknown destiny
Inside me a frenzy begins.
A long, cold and lone night
Now waiting ahead
a room with a deathly silence
A dimmed light; a cold- lifeless bed.
In between light and dark
My life; ‘Tis now hanging,
Nowhere to go, nobody to hold my hand
Here sitting alone, surroundings I cannot see
Deep down inside me I am dying.