Lives and Leftovers

When the proximity is through,
Creeping along the syllables of seclusion,
When fables bear the blasphemies,
A memoir bleeding the words,
Limits unsur'mounted and the lies,
Seeking a soul,
Refuting realities,
And the solitudes tell the stories,
Shed the tears now princess,
The forsaken ones never care,
Winds when carried the rhythm to make you sing,
Did you care…?
Did you know?
Lives thrived on leftovers left by you.

The Day That Never Comes

Tomorrow I’ll feel the warmth,
Tomorrow I’ll dream,
Walk a straight line,
Answer myself,
Tomorrow I’ll untie me.
Pulling from Gorgoroth,
Facing avalanches of screams,
Burn the parchments of elegies,
Slaying the demons,
I will escape the cursed proximity.
To face, to live, to the uncertainty,
I’ll play the damned again,
Re-enact the part raped from me,
“Encore!”
“Encore!”
“Encore!”
I can’t sleep again to dream…
My apologies,
Tomorrow I’m not free.

Sacrifice

Unfurled wings for years,
Unfaithful unfurled wings…chained to the bones,
Unsaid, dreaded, caged in pretence of a glee,
Alongside life is the una’ttuned me.
Face the words unsurmounted and don’t cry,
Oh the joys, oh the ravaging smile,
Let the smile pervade in my denial,
I cut me in half hereby…

Awaiting Burns

Drink my darling pyromaniac,
Satiate your rambunctious thirst,
Then burn…burn me tonight…
Riddles come forth, nay I won’t deny,
Cackles behind the flames,
Where’s your Omega?
Till when do the blasphemies last?
Breathe the smoke my darling pyromaniac,
Char my soul with crimson fire,
Unleash conflagration tonight…
Don’t diminish that crow’s might.
Drink blackened blood pouring from that heart,
And as you return to the light,
Behold the mockery my darling pyromaniac,
My burnt corpse will await for another eternity,
To savor again your insatiable inferno’s plight…

Quoth the Quill

Quoth the tiny quill,
A telltale rogue,
Quoth he an iconoclast scourge
Roving a Rubicon,
Beheld they the scribe-
Draining squalid morass ink,
Their vestal thoughts flout,
A deformed unreality…
On dits pervade of the disparaged me.
But the scribe and the revered rose,
Undead in love’s scarlet,
Alive in its elegy,
Ravage thousand year’s reveries,
Quoth my quill now and rend,
Cohort’s trance inane…
For years, decades, centuries…

The Nocturnal Nymph

In stupor of wasted times,
Filthy ruminations past,
I shudder at the sight…
Eyes when shriek carmine…
Numinous silhouette of a nymph horrified,
Drifting sands turn lead and the footsteps slide,
Sweeps her dress darker than the chasms,
In my dreams truces she with devils,
Psychotic nightmares her fortress,
She howls a familiar name,
Lives off a conspiracy of the dismembered wombs…
…Or hers is a vile masquerade... (?)
Snatched as oceans calm,
Confiscated with my feelings deaf and dumb,
Slithering tears,
Creeping fears,
Scattered through a shattered conscience,
Senses whispers and whisperers thronged,
Seeking her wan lip’s livid curl,
I dream amok,
Suddenly the dark is oblivion,
My eyes wide open in the morn,
They’ll bleed again the coming night…

Paranoia

So long a sojourn,
The night decapitated and old,
I stand still so wrong,
Enshrouded for long,
With the bygone,
Paranoia in disdain or angst,
For grazing scars post Camelot,
Is it still the sorrow?
To ask, to answer,
Unprepared…
Forsook a sacrifice and what they pray,
All in a coma or am I still the slave,
In her dreams or mine…
So long a sojourn,
My road is fading away…

A Wastrel’s Blasphemy

Awaits beyond the clouds,
My ebony spring,
Break down bleak truces furthermore,
Shattered glasses shriek,
Two crimson hands caress nightmares long,
Cut down thy own hands stranger to me,
The wastrel’s blasphemy descry,
In wrath burn in thy cauldron hollow,
Snatch the syllables thou see,
Eternal gloom invite,
And behead with draconian grin.

In rags thy elegy now I sing,
Alongside the deep, the light derided,
End in the ashes my spree,
The lesser mortal is me,
The words I waste not in apology,
Deprive me more? ...But I am empty.
I’ve killed thee tonight,
I can sigh,
Mark me unforgiven,
I’ll embrace beyond the clouds,
My ebony spring.

Rendezvouz with Glory Days

Small steps silent and sober,
Reverting aside the gold-diggers,
Mum of winds they never blow,
Beset by the unforeseen rendezvous
With the glory days…

Stepping stones for the bordello,
Peppy choirs led,
Fostering raven-like truths,
Pebbles of my river blue,
Some memoirs,
Jaded with each step,
And I’m not through
Fate’s hiatus…

Oh I feel so cold,
Through the self-inflicted pain,
I am insane,
And now we meet again,
How to greet,
How to say a “Hi”…
Two empty hands I have tonight,
Oh I am through now
My rendezvous with glory days,
We met again,
But only to say goodbye…

The Eidolon’s Gospel

“Hark now!” An eidolon once said his gospel to me,
“Embarked upon beyond the last hill I see…
Pebbles to stones,
After the long longed reveries,
Dribs to oceans,
Seeking the decrepit light of him,
Now a nocturnal zephyr caresses me.
I saw how the prayers flee,
Depleting his glee,
Entombed beneath a statue,
Heighten the pedestal’s splendor,
Doled inexorable wrath,
Ridicule all entity.
Beheld the haloes going wane,
Away from the etiolated gaud,
So I chose my own way to be.”
Said he smiled and plodded on his lane.

Now decades gone as I walked on,
I’m on my way back,
From beyond the last hill
I thought I was to see.

Chasms ( part II )

She’s seeking the light in her bright darkness,
The commotion of her eyes
Deafening now,
Seemed still so empty,
Tears black in the ebony night…
Who’s to see?
Whispers held her back once,
Songs spitting the mourn,
Hard covers nourished still the soul…
She said “Let me go…”
Spring for the offspring,
And a place among the ashes
Of the cold
For her,
For the fear
Or the tears now she deny…
Beseeched wrath…dreaded conscience,
Life in the shadows of the old,
Reinstated stereotype paid eventide,
A thousand of Lucifers barter with pride.
Orchestrated in the cacophony
Of sacred sins,
Her forbidden dreams she never cried;
Plagued the night she blossomed,
Where’d she go never to return,
In the hands of many,
Gruesome seconds building decades of lust,
Where she is now is forever to last…….

...Untitled Forever...

“Flowers will bloom again…”
Two trembling rosebuds trickled…
And the rest is…they say life…

Murky days hailed winter evermore
For the Virgin Island spawned cold,
Smoldered all for none could see,
In pretence, inane dreams linger on…

The silver lining goblet never died
All night long,
…throughout the night undead…

Undead were dreams…
And then dead…
Some inane words born,
Awaited the unseen dawn,
Preached some unforgiven and gone.

Undead be the footprints now,
Inane be the silver lining goblet,
For the Virgin Island hailed the unforgiven,
Smoldered all for none could see,
In pretence, tears linger on…

Flowers did bloom again (but somewhere else)…
A rose thrown there will tell a story,
And the rest will be…they say life…

Thenceforth Melancholy

The ardent tale thenceforth
Magpies embowered,
The whiff of blush lost
Among some syllables of a cursed haiku.
Enshrouded truths and the impaired self
Rest upon the elixir,
Upon the relics of my will.
And the shenanigans of wind insolent conspire,
Their figments,
The Leaping Light,
I scorn…
My fiasco, my ail,
The void wistful longing,
In an impaired bloodstained strand,
Ravens embowered.

Death Wish

Lingering on all to end
Alone in the ebon I cry,
While others see stars…
I see vultures in my sky.

Taken aback to
By each of my remaining breath
Where these wounded eyes could see,
The cremation of my heart…
…The end of being me…

The Shadow

“Remember friend as you walk by
As you are now so once was I
As I am now you will surely be
Prepare thyself to follow me.”

-Anonymous (Epitaph)




Butchery of a beating flesh anew
Bathing in scarlet
Beheld for years till carmine it grew
Pitch-dark now the pyre devoured
To ashes…till ashes…
And left was a shadow fagged and cold…
Revered to cut a hole
To the other side or so,
Seeking the morrow of an endless night,
Bathing in gloom
Beheld as nights to decades grew
Memories growled in the murky sky
“Seen it after the ashes and before…”
Said the shadow
And sat on the tombstone evermore…

To My Pen

Eclipse be on my land
In the ages to see
Rubicon itself shows the way-
To the other side of the day;
The ravaged heart in a savage sea
Ruminates its sheen vicinity...
Once flowers blossomed
Where now some corpses lay,
Being the inhumed hooligan's prey
Few sordid words
Cynic, restless,
Fly away...

The Almighty Dead

The paradise corpses filled
Descending sober warmth of tears
Desolation with never-ending nights accompanied…
A darkling crawled into a heart,
Another to a brain…
Tell thy God to dwell
Or back to seventh hell,
Made a coffin,
Buried being killed.


Trash’s what they say,
Dead’s what thee pray,
Cerebral assassin’s crossroads led my way
And beheld
The almighty lynch…
Crept darkness to the bosom so cold,
Blacked out senses in the remnants.
The brothel of lives is amissed now
Nights to be worshiped all day.


Ichor dried as all colors fade,
Gloom poured as rain,
For lost is heaven’s throne.
Pity the world from the Virgin Island
Clad in the memories of a slayer
I wander in the warmth of my tears alone…
Dark clouds in the dark sky for none to care
A darkling I worship now,
For God is dead.

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 .

A Girl Named Everywhere

For a mere glance
Escaping from the bed of roses went around
And caged a millions worth red,
The serene smell of roses all the way
Led to a place called heaven…
For a mere glance
Caged two lives dreaming new,
For a mere glance
It was you…
Looked up to the moon
The clouds embracing what they hide
What’s their worth,
Saw in halo’s flute as they danced,
Clouds made way for the moon to shy,
Looked up to the moon,
Looked up to the stars too,
I Looked up
And it was you…
Floated following the raindrops’ trail
And met a stream of smile
Some dreams, some feelings for a while,
Along came two spoonful of sea,
Floated a bed of roses and I slept and dreamt,
Someone played the flute,
I dreamt a heaven
And it was you…
The chest opened and closed
And the serene smell and the flute are there still;
For all I feel are
Two empty hands and few moments of worthless history…
Penned some words again and again
And remains came through,
Shed some tears
And they are,
And they will be…you...