Anonyma;

 Tinkle,

I hear that tinkling

Amidst monologues of Jim and John..

Paints, they sink over the drone;

Of this despicable solitary townscape..

   Violet,

I see that violet hyacinth;

Hidden amongst bonsai and Clive;

Paints- they melt into teary mud ponds..

Of insignificant many traces;

Along the smell of That Earth..

        Pearl,

I touch the trembling pearled rain;

Which grieving rapturous tranquility,

Leaps out at  flickering neon scatters..

In vain; I dredge the slimy molds.. 

Crunching ether

with bruised primroses;

As muffled quietude,

screeches the salvaged requiem.


P.S.~ With a lot of love and help from my beloved :)

Averted.

Cuneiform..
the wink of darkness....
scribbled over vacuum..
crossing the paths..
Of blinks so repressed..
Into a raven..
that was but none..
But a faultless swallow..

Silence..

A sullen candle steels in hush madness..
Uncovered gleam clings;
Erupting into the florid stench of webs;
The standstill feet sink humbly
Into faithless mounds of sand..


~'written for an eclectic man.. 

Stark belief..

The Inferno fell apart;

In a natal urge of flaking flames...

Crumbling anticipation..

Coarse redemption floats in regress;

Hanging amid rusted hinges..

Trudging the cornered edges..
Of a mirthless droplet.. 

Monsoon swept faithless breves..

Entrenched in mistaken silhouettes..

Settled in mistaken eyes..

Unsettled in a bleeding withdrawal...

An Afternoon..

Deceased agony lulled speech;

Underneath lengths of torn elegies..

Prose spilled prologues too many..

In wrath and delusions of paradigm;

Scream;

Unsheltered lap of a luscious mind;

Where anonymity held..

Sprightly twigs with flowers so neat;

A twenty fourth year stretches..

Streaming gaping visions sought..

Of black clay sketched regrets;

The smudged shades of yearning..

It swam along the worn current..

Of the earthy doldrums in spin..

Blending into fringes of life..

Incognito, that ruthless flood of hooded twinkle...

Arose in the countless mist of monotone;

Butterfly;

Over the nettles of silver trees;
Of bursting jackfruits..
Timeless;
Through threaded isles of flaking bark,
Floating in her palm..
Seasonless;
Segregated in silk and dew;
In the broken plagued green; 
Incongrous;
She, the Motionless Crest..
Of foregone departure..
Hung by a tiny paw..
In blanches of sighs..