Love

The most intoxicating of wines, Sparkling, The aroma, corroborating Impeccable craftsmanship. Complete with drops of venom, Diffusing like red ink In clear water. The perfect concoction, The addictive poison. The heady mix of pleasure and pain, Of mirth and of vain, Numbs my senses, Blurs my mind, Seductive poetry in a vial. The price, a…

Bleed

Ernest Hemingway was once asked how he translated such intense human emotions so faithfully onto the paper. He replied that, “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” This image reminded me of this line said by Hemingway, with blood splattered on the piano. It could form…

What if I wake up Tomorrow, And all that is left of you, Is a figment of A half remembered dream? Would I be happy That I had a good dream Or sad That my reality isn’t fair.

Embrace

You are the algid touch, Of the morning frost. I’m the searing caress Of the dying embers. Come closer, In one final embrace, As we perish, leaving behind, Residues of ash and smoke.

Forelsket

I went beyond the scape, Of flesh and bones. I reached inside and bled over his soul. Painting his dark soul, crimson. The dreamscape was ideal, Bruised violet skies, Inked seas, with diffused veins of a dying sun, He melted into me, The warmest of embraces In the coldest of nights. I couldn’t help but…

River

Could you blame the river for changing its course? A river, by its innate nature, is meant to flow as she pleases. She may nurture your fields and quench your thirst today. She may choose to uproot your hamlets and drown your dreams tomorrow. It was only in your ephemeral figment of playful imagination that…

Transparent

Have you ever felt transparent To the light that falls upon you. The light that you hoped would warm you, Would brighten your soul, Passes right through, Without even a shadow of interaction, Like river sand through the fingers, While sifting for gold. All the light your eyes could fathom, Fall and break around you,…

Adieu

He saw the clouds bleed colourlessly through the translucent windows. The rattling of the downpour was muffling his senses to everything happening around him. As his eyes bled without hue, he silently thanked the rains for shrouding him from his surroundings, momentarily. As he tried to unspool the threads of his thoughts, he could see…