sardonic spin'

A breeze of hate feels like a life flowing in,
In lost strands of hair, I feel I’m finally growing in,
Heal of touch never in me witnessed,
A prophet’s words feels like finally glowing in.
Promiscuous choices, I no longer crave in
The world brinks on tatters..my hut’s shaping in,
Another night-another tale,
Of a world standing amidst ruins of hate,
I will survive..the world around seems caving in.

Crater of Seasons'

Snowfall-lights hid beneath the fog,
A reverie of my night’s guard.
Of dreams warm & the windows shut jarred,
Sunny rays with their fused warmth.
Of a conspire to stall me against all mundane task,
Prayers muffled, I see the words fall,
Of jingles & bonfire’s, the ring of my thoughts.
My winter rakes of September fall,
A lingering smile that outlasts,
Transposed nights on day’s fall.
Easy getaway, I am an outcast,
Come winter’s I garner it’s halt.

Whispers of a Fall'

Ruse of magic, Sick of watching stars fall,
I will dream, doomed be the frights of gods.
Ordeal of survival, struck in senses of distraught,
A life strays, a nest forever will be sought.
Trickles a drip, leaves a vein,
Viscous it’s fall…a drop lost to a gunshot.
Warm feels the wile of mutiny,
A plot to rue me of a devious past.
Another tale of a beautiful bloodbath,
A memory left of it scathed.
Unfazed, I stood amongst a ruin tall..
I still love the way you are..i am overheard in my fall.

'Cretin Jinx'

Timid patrons, smaller their stance
Guardians stroll, little a precious is worth.
A river to swim, I brace for a walk,
Some hoops & I will be gone..
Another fill…another plunge,
In my head I’m a savior..the world’s gone.

Aches around..music reeks of blood,
Salubrious-somewhere my roses burn.
Realm of whiteness..my deeds undone,
A lost joust-smile’s yet runs.
Silence of hurt-an unfailing regular,
Viva voce..a dead man’s grunt.

‘Spilled Beans’

Rainbow colored my drifted dream,
I sleep & scream-joyful indeed. .
In Technicolor paints,
I laugh & wiggle in time of evil freed.
The nausea is drifting off night’s steam,
I promised to wake to a riveting stream.
Trenched-the morning light,
No longer stays but parades outside.
Rayed awake…my hearted smile,
Real is it or am I watching my stupor take flight?

Frail my smile, too familiar my sights,
the epilogue wove off silent plights.
still to follow-the changing time’s,
the morning’s doomed, darkened I’m by it’s shine!!

lost impressions'

Running ahead of illusions,
Of a reflection in the mirror,
the dead are revisiting,
though in the least bit comforting,
I slip in my sheets lower &
The ghost still remains in it’s haunting.
Paranoia of darkness is riveting &. .
I thought I’ld love it against the dawn skimming.
Visions would clear, my sleep be sound ,
Walk across a mirror, a reflection to me scorned,
A vision of wrong, a question had me surround.
If I was still drafting, dreaming things around,
& foots were leaving the ground . .
Dark abyss is home, I march out !!

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.