It was true, the whispers I heard from the royal dead? Was such our fate and tale to tell—to be lost, faded, and refurbished by the hand of death, sutured to be torn again like the garments of the peasant’s closet? If by one man’s stomach a generation will trust a tomb with their peaceContinue reading “DILEMMA OF A GHOST”
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IF TOMORROW I WERE TO BID FAREWELL
If tomorrow I were to bid farewellTo life, of what wispy song would the lipsOf history sing of me? Of what song? Will I be the shadow night loathes to cast?Will I be the truth unworthy of praise?Will I be the fetid stench flies abhor? Will I be a paragon to others?Will I be theContinue reading “IF TOMORROW I WERE TO BID FAREWELL”
IF TEARS COULD ONLY SPEAK
I lived the moment I died.I journeyed the moment I slept.I knew places my legs touched not.I drank the dew of the moons,I got lost in the open,And I fed from tables’ remnants I used to be revered by million smilesTo be held by pristine solaceTo be called honey.I used to be…Nothing more than thisContinue reading “IF TEARS COULD ONLY SPEAK”
THE SUICIDE NOTE
I stopped writing the moment you left.You were my inspiration for every single word I thought of.I loved the desire of your eyes when they looked at me. Many a time, I felt your hug was the safest haven (tears flow from eyes).Since you left,I’ve swum in reverie thinking we were a thing,Thinking we wereContinue reading “THE SUICIDE NOTE”
YESTERDAY’S DAWN
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”
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”
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”
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