Those Fiery Eyes.

I see the sun drift slow and steadyTowards the marking line, whereTwo worlds meet as one every day.The far edge of the land, whereThe burning, glittering silk falls,Into an invisible waterfall, and theUnreachable canvas above, ends. All that and much more right here,Beside me in you, as your eyes grab,And capture this moment within them. …

Moving Forward.

“Transformation is something I cannot explain – too much analysis might destroy it.”Sophia Loren What remains,When you decide to not care?What remains,When you forget the bygones,And only wish to rediscover you,To make something new? What remains, When you've decided in your head, To just take this leap of faith?What remains,When an innate voice tells youThat …

Back to you.

Thoughts, my eternal alien musings,Travel thirsty, over stellar distances,And find a loop, circling back to you. I’m unaware of what connects us,Maybe strings of that insidious violin,Or those undead, buried feelings. Confounded I wander, a nomadThrough the desert of oblivion.Maybe I’ll live solemn for this era,Or find a new beginning in the blues. - Amittras …

Quintessence.

An equilibrium exists all the same,As we surf upon these moments,Of the fierce war we fight now,Against each-other, but as one. Provoked kingdoms of our bodies,Ravenous swords of our desire,An untamed randomness of skill,As you riposte and I remise. Like the cacophony of sunlight,As it dances inside a dew,Or the raucous frothing waves,As they crash …

Treacherous Fire Pit

Swirling aimlessly,Drowning in the oceanOf the fiery golden liquidTrapped in a treacherous vessel,Bottomless, flavourful quicksand A drink, that’s all I asked for.And it turned out to be theDeepest, darkest trench. Enticing,Exciting,And trapping forever within itself,Like the void filled to the brim,And yet,Making space for a thirsty wanderer,Welcoming into his gruesome demise.

Is this really me?

Is this really me?This blurred cacophony of lines,And curves I see,When I look at the mirror! Smudges and broken edges,Of half-formed features, As the colors drain out of theUndefined bounds and intoThe void of Uncharted shadows. Is this really me?This tangled mess of stringsThat were once thoughts,That marked the way ahead! Going over and under,Abandoning …

The Ultimate Escape.

I’m on an escape, a voyage;Through time, one day at a time.I don’t know the charts,The stars are delusional. And at the far end, at the horizon,Where two lives meet as one,Where wind and the waves clash,The unreachable, blissful death,Of the never ending ocean,The ultimate escape, A voyage for life, through time,One day, at a …