Asks my inquisitiveness sometimes

of a strange feeling

that is strong,

that is deep,

that is painful,

 that is soothing,

that brings the sickness and the cure,

that is pure.

Asks my inquisitiveness sometimes

of this strange bond

that is this connection

which enables me to breath

which enables me to live

and to live to yearn

for more of days to spend together

till the grey streaks appear and tell the age

till the life departs.

Asks my inquisitiveness sometimes

of the mystery of touch

this touch that gives life

that evolves tempest

tempest of sex

tempest of lust

that gives the security

security from the evil of the world.… READ THE REST...

a lot is left behind unresolved

a lot is left behind that involved

love and passion that I revised

blindly endowed on someone in disguise.

my endearment was clear and pure

but purity he could not endure;

he crucified my affection

with evil’s reflection

and still kept me tied

he was an incubus under hide.

my esteem wrapped in bruises

still makes my heart loses

the fury waiting to be unleashed

but as if been beseeched

to hold the fumes that could enflame him

crush him, shatter him, condemn him

that could avenge and case an instance

with no common resemblance.… READ THE REST...

cry cry, enter the agony, melancholy

when the shadows of grief fall upon

the upright structure incessantly

heaping the truthful con.

when the pain is grown

the crystals from eyes cannot flee

matters not the consolation it be,

angels flutter their wings and see

but nothing for them to mourn

nothing for them for the flight

nothing was done at right

when the funeral it should be

existed not in sight,

wonder the skies and realize in time so less

that it was the death of sweetness!… READ THE REST...

If only I could forget what I remember

That meeting, that sight and the first night of slumber;

That sitting in the corner avoiding eyes

It’s bizarre how time flies.

If only I could forget what I felt

That touch, that emotion and the bodies that could melt;

That swaying in the breeze so cold

It’s bizarre how time could behold.

If only I could forget what I heard

That sound, that tone and the words that slurred;

That moan swiftly changing into squall

It’s bizarre how time could maul

If only I could forget it at all.… READ THE REST...

Oft, in the solitude,

memories drip their flavor.

Flavor creates the aroma

leaving me no choice but to savour.

But that flavor…

tingles nothing but adds

 grief that eyes shed

entrails inside, drop by drop

gushing ahead to shrieks of silence

the surety made to be unnoticed

and clear stays the glance.

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Just want to tell you, my love

Though all, my love, you know

My life with your presence

with your arms that add essence

is a bundle of delightful clouds

upon which I lay myself

and my soul is taken away

to the utmost level of warmth and affection

where, by all means, is the truth in connection

to the transparency of your purity.

These clouds envelope me with their moisture

The moisture, which mixes my tears with smiles

And filters them

Leaving no emblem

These clouds envelope me with their fog

The fog, which hides me from the claws of distress.… READ THE REST...