Denial of a Pause..

And I saw you...
In the reflection of Ancient Shadows..
On the broken charcoal walls..
Your tongue stroked the poetry
On my neck..
Sensing beads of burnt words..
You revived smoldered hearth..
That warm afternoon..
When the inky beams...
Taught me..
The tradition of the sun..
In a moment like the deepest waters..
I was forbidden..
To touch it's curl..
Afraid
Of ripping it's frail depth...
In the cedar landscapes of a mind..
Where my dusty lips..
Drank on your parable..
Leaving an ellipsis..
With the sweet liquor..
Of severed touch..
Captured..
In an Iris of hues..

Zaayna..

The buzz of half-awaken Fire-birds..
Crowded the barren lamp
Held by the lost drifter..
In the maze through the Conifers..

Plunging the velvet fresco..
Of the stealthy green longitudes..
He tread a mirage..
Walking past..
The Carnage of a Carnival..

Tonight,
He beseech..
The Cenotaphs to rise..
From the warble of swallows..
Where the star-rays swished..
Across a Raven Cosmos..

Reflection of eyelashes...
Over a White Quran..
Parchment;
Swept away;
Blotting her glimpse..
Over the solemn air..
The wound
Washed away in Tear-drops;

Exponent of Enigma..
Hidden in that Musk
Perfumed skin..
A closed gaze felt..
in her fingers..
curling into his palm..
Seeking an endless kiss..

Denial settled on the pasture..
beneath his feet..
He clung..
to her touch..
Over..
The words of serenity
In grace..
And orison..

She was to stay..
Etched on his lips
Like an prayer..

[~ This one's esp for you both.. thank you for being there when I needed ..just needed someone else.. ]

The Natal Ballad..

She met
A Century Man
Lost by that River..
Drunk on the Mystic Chalice
Of Mist and Rain..
Strolling
The coloured street of the Unknown..

The earthy rubble swirled
In eccentric orbits..
Withdrawn rainbows
Of those moist nights..
Which hinted
His summer laugh...
Cascading down a discreet Carrousel..

Oh, that strange caprice!
Of an undone husky Sway..
Ripples in her breath..
Caressed the odd sparkling hours..
Into ageless times..
Where her eyes..
Met his Voice..
In the strangest olive gaze..

Whispering dreams of panache
And Panatella..
Drawn from that Unfeigned Ark
As She stood across..
The Jasmine Bay..
A little forlorn..
In an insipid floral shower..
Till the Scent of him
Blinded
the Jaded Shadows..
Of rusted rays..
and ashes of the earth...

Reminisces of Sue...

Euphoria eloped on Dainty Partridges...
Streaming Elysian Pathways...
Lured by her vagabond Jazz...
Held in arms..
Of the Intoxicating Macrocosm..
Which lay in her eyes..
Evoking Obscure Sorcery..
Through an Affable Smile...
Where the Desecrated leaf of Monsoon...
Was Ashened with a joyless momentum...
A pouting heart...
Lurking underneath...
..that Snow White veil..
That strange key-less laugh,
Pining for Redemption;
Yearning for love;
Unfelt yet so coveted;
...untouched yet so desired;
On her quest...
For the peace she held..
In the Corona of an embrace...
And the Aurora of a gaze...
Where she'll wake up...
In the Crafted orchard ..
....of an everlasting Daybreak...
Contained; Discovered;
In a bitter-sweet eulogy..

~
Love,

Raikamal

[P.S. ~ The key-lessness has been borrowed from Bhutu :)]