Footprints in dry land

Skies fall in chunks & in few,

The love is smaller in lived off through..

In here’s the world growing smaller,

Back & in forth, off toppled & in flow..

Frisks a life of smiling through,

off marauding a past & scraping through you.

why live a tale of heralding another abysmal view?

Jinxed a past & in fit off the flew..

I grew a horn & bled for what was you!

A hurt, a love..felo de se-few cuts,

Gyrated in dust, the wind stood the stormed dust,

What became & what belittled the worships of a skew,

another tatter, another hurt that he’d garrison off you?

It was yours the universe, the love’s only view..

the smile, the flood, the lively & the dud..

in a smile, few trickles of a beguile,

Treachery of distant a light amidst sinister a night..

stranded remained leveled where fingered a print,

the life was weaved in whispers you spoke to me..

& I’d fly..the buttoned breath off your shirt’s life,

the smile still remains elusive in this rummaged me!!

Flash flood & my rivulet'

Night’s young & so are you my lady smile..

The days been turned, abysmal in a sigh tonight.

(Engulfs a sound that I’ve hated all life)

My heart’s thrown and all for squashed on a pave way,

In a night that would frisk away, the life I had & would never stay.

Vamoose, heralds my raised eyebrow,

This life is not for you to know.

Memories frisked to a door, the streets I ever did get to know,

Tears & a dark retains your smile..

My home is all that stays tonight, dark as it can get..

Returns a dark sight, silhouette dark amidst the smiles.

Frisked the life that the realm has ever seen in me,

Pigeon to a silent kill, dark as it would have to be.

I have a vision, had by one too many my lady I've never been,

Let some play, some with not you stay,

Near & so near, let their march stray..

In a dark trench & in a viewed from grave..

Free lived a man to tell a tale..in spurts of neigh & wail’

Word salad filleth crumpled a sheet'

Dare to dream, free seems the girded where sleep,

Look out a window sill, lights tip & tease ..

Out stretches the hands & where the fingertips,

Mockery of nights cajole me hence to sleep.

High & higher still, the chronicles here stay & weep,

Strange hurt, strings of wronged here the hurt..

Often shrouds the feeling-wronged at times, in angst & their bleed,

The scars stay & lightens the sparks a guilt of fire..

Blown but stays the life blinded in the seen,

Sonorous nights & the fine their weaved in treachery,

Brio burns a deepened seed, never lonely seems hell’s mystique,

Sophist & in injects of its wisdom, life connects dots..

Hallelujah & the crap the world always believes,

The crumpled sheet sees dumped another window sill!