The Road

I walked a road, a little foretold
The light stayed young,
Watched I was by passerines,
Some gave hope, some lead along. .
Few I chose to let off go.
My feet unwired, on the wind it rode
The sky lit bright & the clouds white,
Grey just thundered & roared.
In photographs I see my journey’s walk
Cherished milestones, jejune bestrides,
To each a journey of their own.
I sleep tonight. .to walk another road
meet new crossroads, redo things I wasn't told.

Spry reminiscence.

Sheets of blue, the vision dreams another you
In a memory cast of illusions, I hardly know you.
Twinkle steps of laughter, basked in honey dew
I still sleep listening to hums of you. .
But for the gaze of an apparition that shadows,
A figure that’s outlined like you.
A sinner of a saint..my mirror image
The memory has me draped.
Alive but not to be rekindled by you,
A longing I once yearned for you.
The sands of flailing time,
Fingerprints dusts in my cliquey mind
Seeps a gust of a windy tale..
In my memories resides your resting space..

Withershins Eclipse

Abysmal cold, a long rove..
In distant push & shoves,
I have lost my life force.
Hold on. .i clasp my arms to me around,
The blithely shadow shirks me across.
A scarred memory is all I’m proud for.

The abyss is dark,& is the new moon’s lark .
Getaway of my grilled captive heart,
I stage it’s steal against my own fantast. .
& yet I find the dream to be dark,
Lurched by the rugged, swept under past.
Bit to void, I am alive at last. .

'Prince Frog'

Drugged, I am morbid in my sleep tonight
A blip like green blot & it’s crescendo fall,
My lullaby the earth’s cacophony
Flicker’s light across, pale hatred flows
In familiar sea of emotions,
I am washed vehemently ashore.
The sleep no more hates my pillows,
I dream a morning wail,
The voice now no longer chokes.

Perspires. .my sheets of sweat soak
I drift in a dream through a door,
Where no longer knocks
My feet on any trapdoors . .
Shackled but no longer bound
In my sights, their hate surrounds
A pity will see me across a spellbound
The witch’s prophecy will come around !

Inkstand Town

Years ago, grew old a town
Of all the hearty residents folks. .
this’s a story of one such bloke.
In a horrid storm he rode aback his horse,
Pounding hoofs were lost & d dust settled on his trod,
It rained heavy as cursed the gods,
The paved path was lost. .& time too.

He heard a whisper carry a name along,
The bearer of voice was not earthbound.
to an angel’s voice he directed his reigns,
the sights of love. .he thought he would see again
It seeped water. .so the tide was high
He was carried & off a cascade.

Of all the torments he faced that night,
None compared to the demons inside,
He waged a battlefront on both sides
If only the voice had called his name aloud
He rests in the bottom till night. .
Waiting for d winds to bear a familiar noun.

'Refill'

Revel in sights,
By a pair of holocaust eyes. .
In blurred tonight’s,
& dreams of it alike. .
Kindred traps loom-hover alight.

In my tryst to lead my steps away,
My metaphor lingered it’s stay.
Acknowledge change, if only I celebrated gay
People will pass by me & be strangers again. .
Me & my heart will remain the same,
Dream a sleep, smirk, curse, grin like hell
& dress like our leaded life, with no regrets!

in good faith'

Flooded gates, boundaries frail,
Let them for again vociferate.
A dream I will tonight vie,
It will take me off..my soliloquy
Like a Romeo doomed to die,
In curses I will have my life.

A thousand suns I lie awake for,
My window never once shut. .
But the cold is setting in now
The warmth of crossfire…no longer warms
But burns…charred my remains.

Watch from sidelines, I see myself in flames
wayward & all mine’s, emancipator the blaze.
The fire still lights like yesterday ..
& all I am is now a remembrance .