iSuck.

There against the wall
Shimmering teeth,
Bite the flight of memories.

Tomorrow you can shiver
In the depths of today
Lets drown together
As you string the words of disdain.

Lilies of faith you plant
Not knowing much about
Those lil roaring engines.

Cut into cubes of bleeding moonlight
You shimmer through again in purple rain.

Hiding within summer shades
Of bottled emotions
In moth balls.
I sleep beside the naked night
Much bereft of touch

In tiny glass vials
Lie my savings
Caught between tiny
Nothingness of cravings.

Flicking moist pencil shavings
And crushing them to dust.
Hoping they’d turn
To the myriad colors of lust.

The sun took away
A part of you
But you still shine for me at night
Bright and most
At mid night

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Ummpf.

I have been asked why I write love poems.Why does a woman think about falling in love?

Beauty The Beast.

Beside supple shadows of grey
I see it quiver like the dryness of a leaf
Something time took away
Almost engraved.

Do you see,
Those surly moments
Gone by..
Like wind through the falling brisk bubble
Failing to enhance its mortality

If poised and poisoned was a duty
Its mistress would step aside
For thee.

Submissing those pearls of smooth thinking
Like the curl of your most yielding lip
Not once they utter
How bereft, living seems to have left innit?

Along lines of clairvoyance
Almost frozen dirt
on the rusting lil brain
Forgotten to be put to thought.

Imitating beauty midst thunderous point
Pitiful state
Very less, void and un – divine.

Dirty games
You,
Play the youth.
Pretty, poised and poisoned through time.

Cursed you shall be for beauty is what you choose to keep.

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He sang songs of her wafting sensuality.
Of her coated layers of undoubted and praiseworthy benevolence
and her reflection of timeless beauty.
Sitting pretty was her best.
Till he saw beyond that in someone else.

Like a wandering thought,
Plucked out of perdition
Uprooted,
Not maimed.

She ran around in circles,
Bare bodied.
With mind full of
Resonating sound.

Wasted not wanting
She lied through
Aching teeth
Scratching her wounds
To feel damp blood
Paint her remnants.

Hiding midst shadows
Wired in his manliness
She colored shades
Of grey
To match happiness

But suddenly
It was not what she wanted.
The wandering thought
Slowly gone astray.

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Call it nonchalance if you please.
She just tied open her hair.
Let it flow.
And ran into herself, at the break of dawn.
She forgot who she was.
Now she will find herself.
This time, she'll do it all alone.