Star-Crossed

Drenched with the fragrance of emotions
Few words sang in a shining spree...
But O words, thou to strange vicinity belong
Flattered to the fullest
But what thou divulge....is far from me....


Here to my comrade I convey
The babbles of a juvenescent blaguer,
A long debased night where
Darkness myriad be...
Dawned the spring for some unforgiven...
They said,
"Let His Life Star-Crossed Be..."


Devoid of the sun, few unspoken words
Stalked the Polestar,
But even the sky they couldn't see.
Some specter gray seasons bleak followed then,
Cynic winds blew,
The morbid blood that in the torn veins ran
Sang the doomed elegy...


But avid were the words still,
Gravid were what they limned,
Searching still
For the silver dawning in the desolate night...


But followed only a dark aurora
Of Murk, Resentment, Rogue.....Death...
Red was, Red is the 'reason' called Life
Red, the color of Hell be.
Ah! They doomed me right,
Star-Crossed are my words,
Star-Crossed is my life,
Star-Crossed is me.



*Star-crossed: Cursed.

**Dedicated to a great friend of mine for sharing her kindest WORDS about me .