Creeping into Darkness

Crept into the cursed corner of my darkened dwelling –
When the accusation of innocent hours defunct me.
The silence of crowd penetrated my being with countless venomous darts,
My affectionate heart blackened by her rancorous touch;
When all the companions obscured my sight like stormy clouds
The voiceless scream palpitate my innermost rhythm with sarcasm,
When world’s all perplexities became incomprehensible statements,
And all arguments culminated in mockery and all seriousness into irony,
The Epitomes enraged a battle against each other in falsified manner,
And love deformed into an exchange of materialistic possessions,
Life lived by sensibility of cognizance where only nothingness nurtured,
And death reformed the world inexorably into a sane factor,
That delineated the whole play terminating all hope to the brink of bathos,
Where I no more contemplate my endeavors and-
That is when I crept into the cursed corner of my darkened dwelling . . .

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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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