My Night

Sullen skies of ecstasy
Distant from earth-
The ground
That holds me,
Thou I shall never see
For far from reality
You seem to be;

Oh! zephyr of midnight bliss
I refuse to let you
Caress me
For far from comfort
I shall always be;

Twinkling stars
Of hope you speak
Shielding sorrow
Swathe me
For far from sight
Does hope gleam;

“My” moon
You were once to me
Now a distant foe
You seem to be,
You bring with you
Your friend the night
Whose darkness imbibes me
For far from dreams
I seem to be...

Deja Vu

In the distance

When the moon sings

Of earthly ballads

In crimson tones

And across the hill

When a bird flies

Over the fears

Of mortal souls

I dance

To a whispery tone

With a deep caress

Of your ever lasting hold

I sway

To the rhythm divine

In an exquisite

Rendezvous

A meeting

Which I have already borne

In a day

I have lived before.

Prose

When i look at you
I see me through-
a weakened soul
of blithering blues
a shrunken spirit
of darkened hues
a naked body
with nothing to lose;

The flight
of thy worldly garb
shows the plight
of this lonesome bard.

Memoir

Misnomer:

fearsome devil;

misunderstood antagonistic hermit.

P.S: I would like you to do the same- Saurabh Jain, Shakir Hasnain, Bobby(skullbolt), purple deepens, anyone who is finding this intriguing.

Where did you go my little one?
My wonder princess tonight.

Do not wander way too far,
To the doting wolf’s delight.



Where did you go my little one?
My angel heart are you alright?

Come back my dear one,
I wish to see you this night.



Do you know my princess prized?
I have come this day.

Don’t walk on home
Look back where I sit apprised.



Do you know my princess prized?
I love you so much I couldn’t say.

You were there
Where I sit all alone hypnotized.



Your whispery tone,
How should I hear it again?

Do you talk while I bemoan
And laugh at that dead man’s grave?



Your whispery tone
It says you have forgotten me.

I am your keep
your prison mate


I saw you sitting by the dead man’s grave
Your prison
Your quest
Your place.

You’ve left the bench on which I sate
Wandering again to your dead man’s grave.