Elating Breaths of Someone.

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Far-off on the shimmering waters of ocean,
A jaded day kips down to sip its pacific potion.
Evening bride’s satiny veil, sedately lowers;
Behind the unknown skyline, she mistily hovers.
Overwhelms the dusky beaut, farming crimson;
Curling me by an aureate thread of emotion.
On this sempiternal road of unfading memory,
My grief and glee embark on a vagrant spree.
An unsounded ail from the locus of  my whole,
Raises a thundery racket in the recondite soul.
The frosty tears, unthaw through my folded eyes;
As elating breaths of someone, abide my sighs.
Bewraying my sight, his presence adjoins me warm;
And my spirit’s queasiness, greets its ethereal calm.


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A Slumbering Shadow…..

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Detest me not so grim, to love you is, what I cannot.

What worth to you, will be my heart- a fractured pot.

You command a calamitous philia that I dare not give;

Otiose you sow the seeds of love, my stark heart deny conceive.

 

You are a solacing stream. In you, my afflictions defy to grow.

 I am an abstruse ocean, in concert, we can ne’er flow.

Alike my loyal fantasm, you trace my spirit in low and high;

 I brave not your eyes rain in pain, your soul shrivel and sigh.

 

Your thirsty psyche beg of unstinted cup of love, on knee;

Sip you not and sully your life, becoming WE is a mirage to see.

 A debile and a scorned soul I am, endure no lasting nest to fly;

Do not confide in my wings, your faiths are sealed to die.

 

Ceaselessly you yearn for me, grueling yourself, day in and out;

You couch me in your orisons, in this, I harbor no edge of doubt.

I am an ephemeral cloud, bereft of repose- your pursuit all in vain;

Consume wisdom- your pedes bound to leech and pain is what you gain.

 

To love you back, I am deflowered………………but I do partake a care;

For your sanctified locus of feelings, I am plainly no compare.

Do not contend to wake up for me, I am a slumbering shadow;

Long-drawn-out is my dormancy, await you not in any meadow.

The Saline Mischief !

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Gestating in my heart, in my eyes you lay,
Lasting on my cheeks, on my lips you fray.
Comporting the tales of gray and gay,
The tears dance in pain and love, any way.

As though the moon, in my eyes you wax and wane
I beg your pardon……………, why do you drain?
You imbue me to the core, like a fervid rain
Devising me sane, and so insane, again.

My trusts, dreams and ruth you reflect
Of course, my insecurities so disgust.
Mouthing my scathe, my tongue has slept
Giving no voice, you flow silent and perfect.

Of compassion and sympathy you speak,
Ever on your toes, to disgorge for the meek.
To satiate, my worked up voids you seek
Of longing and loss, so bleak.

You are the river in which I drown
And the bridgework in my emotive town.
You are the epitome of my tacit mourn,
Purifying to the brim, and boldness I adorn.

Of my soul, you embody the antiquity,
The sanctified and unspeakable nobility.
You prompt me of my blanked out ability
And I compass the shoring of my divine stability.

I ramble in the stinging deserts of heart, aloof
Alike an aplomb, you en-grain in me, a gravid relief.
Empty one more time, beef up my belief
Flood in one more time and enact the saline mischief!