A Familiar Susurration

A familiar susurration ringed,Deep somewhere in my dark heart.One I’ve felt only in imploded dreamsAnd the dull splashes I call art. The alluring gaze fell upon me,One from the stars you could say.Set me aglow, made me halt in my rutLike night comes to douse the day. Where desires fought to kill the other,Sworn to …

The Water Spirit

She sits unmoving, her cheeks aglow,The final ambers of sun caught in her eyesJust as the lake shimmers before her,Her soul longs for another moonrise. She stares and stares at the mute water,As if on its face, something is amiss,Little does she realize within her,That she’s the one drowning in abyss. She returns often, sits …

Obliviate

Desires clash savagely in a wordless ruck,Where oblivion is born from trying too hardDead pillars of darkness muffle their ferocityAnd the murky swamp slips away from below Is it even worth, to keep fighting yourself,When all it does is shake the dead lying underWhen dreams turn to impossible fantasies,And fathoming the knot tightens it further. …

It’s A Mirror Thing.

It’s like watching yourselfIn a mirror. You can always chooseTo stay a safe distance away,Keep lookingAt the big picture,Ignore the little nuances.Those imperfections.And aim at the bigger truth That you’re still functionalIn all the right ways.Everything is justAs it should be. And yet,The closer you goMore details you see.The good lines,Feature contours,The abhorrent patches,Spotting blemishes. …

Fire has such an appeal.

Fire has such an appeal. When you turn off the lamp,And look at the fireplace,The flames wafting,Licking,Twisting,Among the logs. When you close your eyes,And hear the moisture,That hisses,Pops,Cracks,As it boils to the surface. And then you notice the smell,Citrusy Pine,Sweet hickory,Mixing and making love.The warmth engulfing everything,Including you. Fire has such an appeal.Even as it …