Time Capsule & in it, an evening'

Let us call it one fine evening..I’l open the door to usher you in,

Tiptoe like you were walking a razor thin & a hug be waitin’

It’s misty as it had rained this morning; the leaves have a shine & you a gleam,

In the wrap of the arms around, you hear a rustle of being missed.

Take off all the weights that you have been weighing since morning..

The two shoes & a dress the world has seen,

Leave a trail that leads till the bed, and I will follow!

You and me, lost in dunes of time, indulging in some guilty pleasures,

The talks of you that have me, the ones of times that I haven’t seen.   

In sight, I play the stray strands of hair and with the mystics of the unseen,

Let us call it one fine evening..I’l open the door to usher you in!

A dream sequin and where the time is satin,

It’s surreal, the beauty you when is sleeping,

Glee in rhythm of emotions,

Breathe that’s by now coastal winds.  

Plastered to wall, all I see is you in twinkle windowed light..

Frivolous our hands, I try & seamlessly they fit in,

With you besides, I refrain and the sleep too complies,

Preludes be such an evening.. I’l  open the door to usher you in!

In the douse of rings or in a dream’s tale,

The flurry of lashes, when they do wake..

Would they find the bed, still the world’s favorite place?

The hugs of sleep, in the welting of having slept sound tonight,

the confines of arms & when retourne warm you smile..sigh!!

Waging a war against time & when you do decide,

The mornings be kind & so will be my sight..

Steal you in wraps before the shower soaks you in,

It’s raining and the world is outside, the trees & placid the usual sights,

We will drop the curtains and call it one fine evening!

Sonnets of a Passerby'

In death ode an haunt, in smile of a taunt,

Grew a sign, silly silk killed me of a shine.

Breaths that skipped, jogged and blipped..

In the gaze of yours, ceilings that slit.

The free is a world, with astern a curse,

In the coming of you, the going it brings!

Askew another, taken away is a tale,

Frisks and shrugs, the world that remains..

So, smile dearie..for the reason of spring,

The painted of hurt, for a canvas benign,

In life of trust, bondage belays unspoken free words,

The sight of new and in shut eyes that care to dream.

a blank’s fill'

The silence mulled a life in it’s return,

Of d small’s world and of having seen it burn.

Charred when the reality douses,

Robbed-the trickster grin, a hollowed gleam.

Serious a shade, lucky for my world’s abate,

In maims of gust, another life’s tucked..

What goes in the head, whence he frisks & you he raids?

In the pain of you, the pleasure he gets?

Realms of horror, making hours of tale..

The right’s wronged but the God’s are long dead!

The beloved of one’s, bolstered away..

The love of another, ploughed to death.

One had it all and the delusions in his head!

For one the power of taking it all.

Instead I sleep, rest my toe if they ever had to bail..

Luck's for billions, in countless grunts of the dead.

Bloodhound

In a leashed tight, a strife;

Ganged where the snarls, plays & with it my fight,

The world’s reflection steeled in a listless gaze..

Disputes if the purpose ever had a life.

Kept for my strides are long ,

Senses sharp & the animism strong.

In my loyal daze, thought I ‘ld be free..

Of an endless chase & a collar’s crease.

For each hunt should be my last,

The sounds of gun & the pounds of hoof..

Loose it & run when I can to the outstretched woods,

Why instead I chase a prey with vigor anew?

Why waifs my life with the same plight?

When the pleads pray mercy, impulses croon.

Raison d'être, a piece of meat & for a pat or two?

To the vastness of world, my ranch I choose,

To live a little, another hunt & in it my freedom.

Decoded Whim.

Haunted, bantered, withered..
Seeking a gun & a helping hand for trigger.
Greased, smeared, mocked perennial..
Seeking a light for this abysmal tunnel.
Liked, loved, cared like no other..
Seeking an angst, a destroyer & his pleasure.


True where each revenant in a world is,
Lingual, not where a soul speaks.
colors red, green; each painted pain where is,
seas where have a life unseen..
serenades the sun, skips where no evening,
Seeking a world for this pariah's footprint.


A limn tickle, blimey where be evenings,
Seeking a tree-house to house this spring.
In eyes of each battling, renounced for my being,
Seeking an eye to see me in its blink.
aah' altruist, not caring an inch,
Seeking a god to take away his blessing.

Raison d'être

It’s a hearted tale of years long yore..

When the couches sang & smelled in thoughts of your;

Of a lady & in her un-relinquishing smile..  

A beat would croon and gyrate me where-I’d never know!  

Shouldered like a crippled, in the walk of its pleasure,  

Every daze, every rayed beat was where a cradle..  

The sigh of a sleeping soul, the metamorphic her dreams like made in gold,  

In superman my vigil, the only life was my for her to skittle.    

Where each song had a reason, in the grooves & its treason..  

I have been captive since, in the requiem of then a vision.  

Dusted an old cedar, the love still where grows .. 

'Love me like a cheap wine, uncork me & and then throw..' 

Trifles of bespectacled, in bouts of lousy few visions,  

'Your talk & smile, still haunt of never having gone'.

  

In sketched a paint, in the darkened a rain, 

Misplaced where a trust, the corpse & the drug. 

Kisses bound in the perfect touch, pressed noses & dreamy twirls, 

In the known & in its passage, wherever it had to go.. 

Maybe a smile would seep, parade out while you dream tonight,  

Wheeze a light year atop its broom, find a house & drop in besides, 

Ring me to the chimes, I will at least sleep in your thoughts nice. 

Pray me, revel for me a sight- the kill or at least a benignly life ! !

Portfire sleep & a wake'

Shadow shrouds a glaze,

It’s a bright sunny day, in my dream it rains,

Effeminates, drowns in then drains.

Fit in pieces or break their realm,

The scattered sands, here welsh on the bade.

Freeze a night unlike its soul,

The touch of dark, cold are the stars,

Mottles of white, each neglects with benign.

So, lay a smile..steal them of a counted life, comes a dream:

Of a rant less abode, rocked atop a river,

While I gaze the leave, why do I shiver?

Embrace the lonely, embarrass would the love be?

Enchant the story, lessons would the life see?

In turn of events, would I loose or make a stand?

The life I see in, a mirage or a loose end?

Very few have seen the blood, spewed dark but not its cut,

Instilled a life, that can not the future see..

Pons asinorum of passersby & in my fight,

Alays a reality of a world that will & with you end.