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CRY

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Weeping, wailing, sniveling, blubbering..

Call it by any name

Yet to me ,

An inevitable sensation

That pushes my  pain  in some motion

sometimes a notion

Revering and relaxing

Drifting and dredging

ME

From those rusting thoughts emotions feeling

Or whatever the name be

Something  for sure tough

That Often

Finds some imaginary place

In my god-dam cellular space

Making me loose my base

Blotting me with a severe headache……

At-last

It helped, no it really did

I felt good I felt at peace

Yes , in this process

Though I often lost a  lot of water

Flushing up my big black floating thing (eyes)

With

Some fresh canteen some fresh flacon

But ever-time this therapy worked.

Its not some stuff that only “girls” dress in

It’s a natural therapy which

We all undergo once in their life

I  you everyone does

Lest occasions may vary.

 

ANXIETY..,

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Foolish panaroid

Of a bright future.

Isee what is only

Deterimental to myself

Detached

Forgotten

Yearning to be loved.

Asking to be held.

Apprehensive and clouded in my own

Space.

Clouded by my own preception

Of the desolation of this world.

Why..?

How could i possibly feel any less than what

I have already become ?

Confused

Shameful

Terrorized

And Angry…

All is well

I am loved.

I don’t understand

Why then what when

ANXIETY falls in me…?

 

THE TASTE OF SNOW

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High up there

After

Messing on some hilly toes

Got somewhere

Where wind was tight

Though

Dim was light

Surrounded by snow fed mountains

And cluster of clouds ;

I stood firm just to cherish

The scene-tic beauty

A deep silence was there

The very moment i took a deep breath …

Something got into my nerves

Cold very cold

Penetrated deep inside

And then that chilling cold stuff

Started kissing my body

From head to toe.

The clock went on a sleep mode

And

I was lost to an unknown world then..

……………………………..

………………….

……

At last

I drained some fuel in me

woke up from a dream

And

Finally marched back to reality..

THE PIANO GIRL….

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Dim were the lights

Till she stepped inside

Illuminating it

With… her aura, her presence, her sigh..,

 

Her eyes 👀

Filled in with holy liquid

In which squidded

A bright green sandstone

Varnished with love in it.,

 

The table stood upright

Holding the lady

In her mighty PLIGHT

 

To support their new HEIR

Candles and fire-sticks

Glorified her glare

 

At-last

She placed

Her white bright glowing hands

On those little musical strands

 

The palace got suffocated

With those magical notes

she perforated

Out

Through dark glossy windows

coagulated in rows

 

I still remember that BEAUTY

Her splendid smile , her serenity

That night that we went

Where words were kept at rent

 

The only thing

I remember of that night

Was/Is

The melancholic music

An angel brewed with shear calmness

But

Nothing else….,

 

PAGES OF MY DIARY

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Clogged in dust

Waiting to burst

 

Bent at the edges

Demanded some poetic wages

And so then

At last

I filled I some ink

Raised the pen

And

Made a blink, …

 

Many thoughts buffered around

In so called

My thinking ground

 

I shifted the nib

Up and down

Making some writings

In her holy town

 

As my pen touched soft belly

She frowned majestically

Like a soft jelly,

 

Finally, I wrote something

On her naked soul

Good bad…?

Still looking for the poll

 

She was wrapped

In my writings from head to toe

Yet I left behind some space

Pending to doe….

Continue reading PAGES OF MY DIARY

AN UNKNOWN STARNGER

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I Stalked The Arousing Curiosity

Of How It May Feel

To Touch Her Skin ;

I Walked Calmly After Her

Dying to Commit This Blood Lust Sin;

I Prowled Behind Her Silently

Through Dark Alleys at Night

Following Her Perfumed Scent

Chasing Her Out of Sight;

I Followed the Taste Of

Rhythmic Blood Flow

Following The Hunger of Soft Flesh

And The Thirst of Her Blood

That Only I Would Know;

To My Shock

She Turned Around

Stared Right Back at Me

As If

She Felt the Feeling of This Folk;

I Was Stunned

Her Carnished Brown Eyes

Astrous….

The Face of an Angel

And

What an Angel She Was;

With A Head Bow

She Began to Tow

Her Curvy Body Towards Mine

As It Turned Nine;

Two Feeling Ran in My Veins

Joy and Fear

Joy for She Turned

Fear to Why She Did So…?

She Came Close Looked Up

And

Stole Away My Breath;

In A Soft and Clean Voice

She Spoke Something Nice

Her Cherish Red Lips

And

Her Extremely Blushing Cheeks,

What A Beauty….

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That Same Voice

Again Ran in Through My Ears

Braking My Connection

With That Heavenly Soul;

She Was Looking for Some Address

Wrapped in A Beautiful Dress

Waiting To Greet

Someone Across The Street;

Coming Back to My Gentleness

I Showed Her Destiny

Turned Around

And

Walked Away Without Looking Back Again….;

Tough I Didn’t Said Anything

But My Heart Knows What It Was Like

That Feeling, That Curiosity

Or

May Call It My Prodigy,

I Still Remember That Beauty

And Can Pen Down Her Serenity

Each Time Differently……

A lazy Day

HOLY SUNSHINE
STUCK AT MY WINDOW PINE,
BED STUCK MOOD
LOOKING FOR SOME FOOD,
RUSTY THOUGHTS
MIND FULL OF CLOTS,
LATE NIGHT SHOWS
MANAGED IT SOMEHOW;
THREATENING COMMENTS
FROM PARENTS AND TENANTS
PUSHING ME TOWARDS MY PENANCE,
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NOON PUSHED TOO FAST
AND ME STILL STUCK AT THE BREAKFAST
AT LAST I STEPPED IN FOR A SHOWER
BUT TO MY FATE
WATER WAS MISSING ITS POWER;
ANYHOW I FLUSHED UP MY FACE
JUST TO FEEL BETTER IN THE MAZE
IT WAS 4’O CLOCK ON THE TICK-TOCK
AS I FLYE’E MY EYES OVER THE CLOCK,
FOR OTHERS HALF OF THE DAY WAS OVER
BUT
FOR ME I JUST STARTED IT OVER;
THAT’S HOW I PUSH MYSELF
ON A LAZY DAY
MAKING EACH HOUR SPECIAL
AND SWEEPING IN EACH MOMENT OF THE DAY

HEADING SOMEWHERE IN SEARCH OF PEACE

 

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Loud music

Tight winds

Rough roads

Def dumb route

Heading over to blues;

Where

Winter sucks

Pocket full of buck’s;

Destination unnamed

Moving untamed;

Rusty bike

Making

Busty noise

As it slides;

I kept marching

Over to somewhere

Somewhere where I can reside

With my love besides;

As by time

Sun went down

And

Ah-mm Ah-mm

What a view it left

Mesmerizing

Spellbinding.

I too winded up my ride for the day

Sat under cluster of stars

Engraving their shine;

Alongside she laid unbiased

Making hopsy noise

Breaking the silence

As she flew flawless

Over my flesh

Reliving my soul.

And

I

Just cherished the moment…🎭

-ξkshayavata