Fill it with depravity of moss And you will end up creeping down a slippery, deep well Lit a fire, and you can Be an inferno, To sweep through Anything, really. A dewdrop of vitality A heart of ocean And a bleak canvas- Born possibilities yet, we fritter, and probably will Through the wavy ocean … Continue reading
Urge is a skin, and love? the flesh underneath; A facade is desires Sauntering the brain; Call it letter, gift, seduction whatsoever – Lust is a sweat, and hands Bonds, heftier than ever, Fingers? Truce But silence between us? – eloquence. Join me on my OLN prompt on Dversepoets. Let us celebrate poetry.
Shallow thrills permeate anew & beads of sweat Emancipate taste. Words aren’t eternity, To outlive your smile or Knickknacks you wore, to Epitome of poise- Past ain’t a restraint to curb you Just the salt is treacherous Lingers on lips, lasting Ever after. Linking this to OLN – 158. Come join us to read some … Continue reading
A fine chocolate cake awaits With magic candles, Those will lit themselves Even if you blow them out, Tiny hands, claps – with A silvery tiara and waving of a wand I brace the clasps of sorcery From a young witch Blessed and proud a father I pick her wand When she is asleep & … Continue reading
I paint my nights grey, blotches of white and solitaire lampposts, I don’t put my babies to sleep Mischief dwindled, but awake I paint my nights homeless, Seek refuge in drizzle. Acrylic sinks on canvas Coarse pigments afloat, I paint solitaire smiles and Rock my children to sleep, They don’t, not tonight I paint them … Continue reading
The stage is set – a picturesque station, a sizzling steam engine – All you have to do is Board the train and Wave your hands; so that our endless banter can fade with its transient whistles; Easy, albeit remains a fantasy No, you don’t have to trace your finger on lips, that almost got … Continue reading