Optical Optimism.

And so I walked upon some dry leaves.
All crumbling to dust.
Wondering where all those mental handicaps had wandered.

And so I took a boat to the shore across
and swore to find
why rowing was of no use
as the angry river flowed by.


Were they lined across a grave?
the most wilted poppy
across the heart of the
cold intricate tombstone
that seemed to cynically remind
of how it adorned death
till it wilted away.

I walk past the ocean
letting all of my senses
to flit right above
the retreating tide
soothing my silences
drowning me in its still.

Across the expanse of crystal
and its playful lies
of light and water
stretched out to the distant sun
I looked under the ocean bed
and in empty oysters
that didn't bear pearls.

And as a flash of lightning
caught the eie
were perceived in my ear
in echoes of thunder
I once more looked up
to the heavens above
and noticed not the elysian lawns
but the grim veil
of the lull before a storm.

And then the cliff
and scented pine and rosewood trees
and then was the edge
and beneath lay eternity or what
the eie couldn't see.
A single stone
was never heard of after it rolled off.

And around the mast
fluttered strongest of linen
that still was moved by the breeze
and from the ship
I looked above
and before I knew the journey
was at the end.

So I still walked home
in dreary steps
and huddled inside a rug
watching rain drops
slither down the window sill
and breathing across the pane
in hot steams
doused in aroma of coffee
and then pitter patter
on the ledge
reminded me again
of thoughts of vex

And then lay sight
upon my eye
a twinkle in
the distant sky
and believe it
so,
because I tell
It told me
to stop finding

It said to me
If you look through
eyes of hell
of what's left
and the worst
It shall be what
you shall get

And then it broke out
into fire
and drowned into
the ocean
and as I watched
and stopped and stooped
I knew how
secrets could kill.

:)

Pagan Thoughts.

Her bangle slipped and ran a quick swivel through rounds of itself, in itself, running directionless.
A sudden expansion.
The bangle withdrew and like a dying swordsman, legs cut, grueling to keep combat, it fell.
Swinging the sword in honor of death.
It fell on the cold mosaic floor.
Its rubies scratched in dust.
Glistening untouched.

In a mighty swivel of her hips, she walked, the water, from her hair contouring the midst of her wet thigh, along her dainty legs, as she walked to it.Lunging forward, in an arch of a mighty monument rich in sensual intricacies.She picked it up, pouted her lip in the tiniest circle, perfect for air to pass.
To blow off the dust.

In a silly twitch of her bushy shaped, eyebrows, she jerked her upper body in a cruise as she struggled to fit the bangle through her wrist.

A distant whiff of hot sambrani in the cool evening air.
Right through her moist hair.

And then she disappeared behind the shelled veil, separating a part of her room, to show the fresh flesh hidden and opaqued underneath it.

And then she dressed.

His breath ran out long back.
He survived long enough , to gasp his last words, left unsaid.

Thank you.





"This idoll which you terme Virginitie,
Is neither essence subject to the eie,
No, nor to any one exterior sence,
Nor hath it any place of residence,
Nor is't of earth or mold celestiall,
Or capable of any forme at all."
- To Lust.


"Was this the face that launched a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.—
Her lips suck forth my soul; see where it flies!—
Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.
Here will I dwell, for heaven be in these lips,
And all is dross that is not Helena."
- To Love.