Here I stand,On the spot of our first day of meeting,On the spot we said, ‘yes,’On the spot we stamped our vestige(?) Thinking, maybe, that ‘it’s over’ was just a dream of yesterday,But it wasn’t. How could you? How could youMake me sleep on your words?My life was rung round your promises,Promises of an unendingContinue reading “YESTERDAY’S DAWN”
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SWEET IN THE MIDDLE
The moon waited behind the thick cloudsAs the night shook hands , the time stood stillWhile the sun resting it’s shineAnd raising cold breeze with sensual feels My eyes seeks for you as I waited patientlyOut of the blues I had your amazon touchIn a romantic glance , I was lost to your beautyYour reposeContinue reading “SWEET IN THE MIDDLE”
EMPTY ENDINGS
ємρту єи∂ιиgѕLast night we consummated our ignoranceBlending our sins with burnt emotionsI loved the way he ran his fingers through my soul –Sent spasms through my veinsHe left his poetry on the layers of my skinLast night we let our bodiesDance with ecstatic pleasures,Filled our souls with fruits of deathThen left our hearts empty inContinue reading “EMPTY ENDINGS”
LADY OF YESTERDAY’S DREAM
POETRY 5648 Dear Lady of yesterday’s dream, You were my sleepless nightsAnd well played melodies.You were my addictionAnd your amber eyes; my flicker of hope. I was once a maundererA Lone Ranger with a confused heart.You gave meaning to my worthless lifeAnd stung me with betrayal’s smile.I deserved better than your white lies. That yesterday,YouContinue reading “LADY OF YESTERDAY’S DREAM”
ABORTION
She tried to be nice I tried to be the good guy On our first date we kissed for a minute and slaved our thoughts to the fun that might come from beneath Yes, we did the dos of the night and now, she’s with a swell on her belly She feared the eyes thatContinue reading “ABORTION”
WAILING QUILL
Have you ever seen words That pierce the heart like arrows, Or a nest inhabiting not birds, But a crowd of bedfellows? Maybe, just maybe a yes. I met her on the sunshine of March. Perhaps shining, but she was an angel of mess. She seemed a perfect match With glows of the august coloursContinue reading “WAILING QUILL”
A YES
Will you kiss me if my lips tells you to? Will you smile if our days were a nightmare? Will you tease me with your curves if our bed speaks with words? Will you travel the thirst if my pocket rains not oceans of riches? Will you dance the steps of marriage with me? SheContinue reading “A YES”
THE WOMAN OF MY DREAMS
The Woman of My Dreams Eyes like dark spotted diamonds,Lips like a painter’s artHairs, united in little knots,Her voice was the checkmate. She’s pleasant on the outsidebut smeared on the inside:A childhood of trauma,A life time of depression. Yet, she seemed to be:the evening to my day,the doorway to my home,the potter to my clay,theContinue reading “THE WOMAN OF MY DREAMS”
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