The Inverse!

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Pigment I myself on a calico canvas, in paled hues
Gray clouds sedate me and chafes me the rainbows.
Gates of spring in me, parades the nameplate of fall;
Immure I my self, backside of the absolving wall.
Uninventive and juice-less I lie, along the river soil,
Athirst I remain, neath the slaking rainfall’s toil.
In bunches I pass, yet trammeled to me, is my talk;
Seas of silence I hoard, a driblet of serenity I lack.
Illume I, a taper of hope, ahead my closed sight;
Yet euphorically cleaves, the dourest despair, tight.


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Saline Scripts…Ailing Lyrics!

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Saline scripts of obscure past,
Tombed steadfastly to the last,
Signed up in amaranthine tears,
Varnished in lifetime of fears,
Enshroud to be vividly seen,
By someone’s eyes, keen.

Ailing lyrics from the heart,
Doomed to secrecy….. wait,
On the lips’ wizened threshold,
Stocking up songs unheard,
Quiver to be warmed versus,
Someone’s ever heeding ears.


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Forgot to erase…..

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The saline pearls that I forgot to erase………

Bleached out are all my witless vanities in a blink;

Repose, I wordlessly in the moth-eaten coffin and think.

Echoing her name from the elite memories, I have;

Pine I, the balmy touch and warmth of aroha she gave.

 

Oh asterisks! Bedim your glint, for eyes gestates my soulful moon;

Hither descends the angel of mine, aah…my life’s paragon boon.

Autumns she, as the maiden ray of sun and departs as the last rain;

Bequeathing my desolate heart unquenchable, all panting in pain.

 

Robs she, the bereft and sterile soil from my rusted grave;

Aflame in the acerbic quagmire of aloneness, and aggrieve.

Spited she, kneels in orisons and hollow handed, walks off;

Finding operose, the bracing stores of intimacy, to throw off.

 

Oh God, stream your grace, afford me a lone breath of life;

Know you not, knots of love are insubordinate to Death’s knife?

Engrossed in the absolute foolery of winning life’s bootless race;

Treasured salty pelts on her sugared cheeks, I forgot to erase.


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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!