Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Concrete Surrealism

Our limbs extend into long tree branches 
As you lay on me in this starry night 
Subtle breaths you breathe on my neck 
Perfumed body adding to my sheer delight

Dampen curls wrapped around my fingers
As I lay awake around that aura of you
Witnessing those ever lasting galaxies in sky
Caressing thy cheek dipped in that pink hue

Early days of love, our youths were tangled up
In unsettled blistering rides of high and low
To the Heaven of passion among other things
Leaving grounds of uncertainty so far below

The journey embarked upon in thy company 
Life's realism halted me from ever knowing 
A knight in shinning armor I ceased to be
Far from that magical world of stars glowing

Set it free this one time, let it fly out the window
That imaginary heart I once drew just in the air 
Hoping it would travel the world alone eternally
You then drew one too, we called it a pair

At last I wake up from this unfulfilled dream
Tasting that bitter sweetest life's essence
A life so scorching, it is not worth living 
Attesting to your surreal creation's evanescence

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

A Poem Of Despair

Greens are beginning to turn a little yellow
And leaves are slowly starting to surrender
The tulips must have been dead for days
Flowers all so gloomy, subtracted splendor 

It'll last forever, too hopeful don't you think
Rose petals all scattered like some work of art
And bees have too decided to layoff on visiting
The summer breeze preparing to now depart

Daisies settled on quitting their dance rituals
Those summer rains have now faded away
That traitor Rose bush is turning sombre
End of its life & for winter to be on its way

Soon for a while the streets will be soundless
And shortly we shall witness winter's epiphany
So before it begins to resemble the desolate wild
My heart once again shall play that sad symphony

Uncertainty lies in every corner of this locality
So my dear child, you got no reason to be blue
Just ahead of the soil moisture withers away
Assure this broken heart that we'll meet again too.

Memories that continue to prick like rose thorns 
Hence the unfulfilled wish of how I did not remember
That destiny hastily drew a line between you & I
On that ill-fated eleventh day of September