The Bends of Night

 Photo by cottonbro studio

Brewed in the fusion of fairies and cupid strikes. He wrote his tale backward, scarred of a full moon. As the night he lost his tail was of such. Drunken in the ecstasy, whispered into a trance. Revenge-infused, she robbed his steps into the garden and sculpted him. 

She had a score to settle with him. It was his stare that made her lose her way. Although this wasn't a game or pick a pie and taste contest to her. Pulling skeletons out of the closet, she laid them bare. Dancing her delicate fingers over the spoils to pick one to crucify and marry to his woes.

Feeling special about being selected amongst the chaff, he stripped off his guard awaiting to consume her whole. Yet it was he who was to be swallowed with a hole within her. She took time teasing his soul into yearning some more for a deep dive to no way.

So she bought him a ticket there at the expense of freedom. And penned a note to heaven at midnight stroke, seeding him as a sacrifice of chance. Sent to pay for the past deeds of another, who took an axe and plunged a mark on her heart.

Weary Feet

We were born chasing the wind

Yet the tempo was always shy from perfect

Crowned in rags, feasting on morrow’s fantasy

Borrowed

Scaled to our sweat’s rhythm

We burnt our backs chasing

While time was always insufficient.

Barricaded to pleasure

We were the host of it all

Yet none played at our platters

Feeding a few in celebration

While the rest feast on blisters

As the tempo for life,

Tapped through holes.

Wholesome from afar

We were the jewel of the moment

Yet glittering to none

Deemed fools’ gold in our awakening

As our birth, had a tale to tell

But the tail of the past

Had a goal to score.

 

Shadows

              Photo by brenoanp

Before tonight

I take no vow of silence

Nor, do I pleasure in grief

Enticed by the forbidden offer

Seeking to persuade for just a bite

Into a heaven and earth regrets seal.

Looped in contention

Before disapproving skies

I scatter the will to stand

Plucking a beautiful rose

To warm my side in tears

Deflowering the innocence of birth

As calm breeze questions the act

Paint stained of guilt

Of tearing purity veil

Before tonight

Valentine's Blocks

Photo by Asad Photo Maldives

For these and other lies

I plead the fifth 

Robbed out of time

To author my peace

Held in pieces

Where you, stole my soul.

But in front of the crowd

I wear an independent apron

Cooking my tale

Hoping never to step on my tail

As I serve a perfect tell

Astonishing those who know.

Without cause for honor

Biting paint in secret

Dancing naked on the canvas

Bleeding art in agony

Stealing glances at you

Hoping to heal at every sighting

Yet! Sinking deeper and deeper.

Calling the clock a fool

I cloak my thoughts

Beseeching a perfect veil

Tear my lies upon

And whip my unspoken declarations

Fixated on your hand to jump a broom

Into forever.

Life Gamble

Photo by Pranavsinh suratia:

All in the name of being a man

We tear down walls of emotions

Mastering the courage not to let a teardrop

Yet troubled with a lot.

All in the name of being a man

We build our house of cards in a lie

Telling all of a strongman we are

Yet in darkness, we tear apart.

All in the name of being a man

We celebrate our tears in silence

Mastering no courage to speak our truth

To the extent, that the nails of pain crucify us in silence.

All in the name of being a man

When we speak of our thorns

They call us for not being a man

Hypering our struggles, to be a behind-curtains thing

That when the curtains open

Only sunshine is allowed to remain

Yet our souls bounce among the graveyard.

Hush Baking

Photo by Anna Tarazevich
 

Humbly

We broke bread in silence

Watching the door 

Hoping to usher in a fresh start

Yet in mind, we knew the truth at hand.

Rinsed out

We bequeathed our past to time

Stripping windows to the house we built

Hearts ransacked with desire

That evaded  the sun

Roasted.

So, we held our feet to the moon

Switching steps hoping to fall on top

Hearing our words escape the room

While we bite on the strawberry tapestry

Pasted on the baker's menu

For sale plastered.

Daring to move in the dark

Swallowed by both our pride

While whispering fear

To the grip of our rod

We marched homebound

Yet puzzled about where home is?

Pawned.

Thorny Cherries 🍒

 

as I bag my tears ready to roll

stuck between a line that bleeds emotions in public

Having torn a fabric of joy

in a notion of not to care

yet with a stack of care.

she awakened her soul in torment

pulling piles of make-up

begging veil my heart

having painted thorns over it

& streamed a nail show.

she still had a vice over me

shuttered to speak clear

bad intentions infused

her voice still murders my joy

intoxicating my thoughts with a need to caress her.