Path “3”

As I lay down to sleep, I look through inner alleyways. I feel as if I am walking into two of three distant paths which all seem near. The farther I try to run, the nearer I come, back to the start from whence I came. However it doesn’t look at all the same anymore. Terrifically vast. That’s all it seems as bittersweet fumes engulf me. Tepid. Yes tepid! Rapid? No, it’s tepid! I fall! Yes, I fall. I get up but I keep falling. Even the rise is a fall. Fall towards something I cannot explain. But everytime I see glimpses showing “Path 3”. The colors beseech as the solace wants to just teach but alas all I can do is try. Try to reach. But I think of this only. I do not? No! I cannot try. I start walking, but I go astray. I feel months within these minutes among the numerous hours that are already passed within this day. I walk but inside I crawl, and something creeps as I crawl. I try to enter a brawl but my enemy is noone in an invisible shawl. I stop and surrender as I see a sign. “Path 3”. I enter.

But I come back. I run behind to go forward and I but tiptoe. Tiptoe where? I don’t know! Can’t? No! I don’t know! The same colors beseech me again with the same destitute winds.

All of it comes back and forth as I keep wishing. Wishing for what? I wish to go through “Path 3”.

But I cannot.

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Depth of my feelings IV

As I sat meddling away, I turned to see her looking beyond. I touched her hair as she replied with the smile that hadn’t seen since we both said our vows. I patted her head while I tilted mine and looked at her while she eyed me all confused.
“You okay?” She said.
The conscience broke for a minute and I just kept smiling. I wanted to but I could not say it. My words fell from eyes and like a reflex she wrapped herself around me. She’d always been so tender with her misgivings. The lifelong rupture in my heart had suddenly started mending itself.
The vendetta within oneself turned from grief to sweet sorrow. A loving kiss was placed on my cheek. A soft hand was placed on the other. This time she tilted her head and just smiled.
That one minute that would never end
As I sat meddling away, I turned to see her looking beyond. I touched her hair as she replied with the smile that hadnt seen since we both said our vows. I patted her head while I tilted mine and looked at her while she eyed me all confused.
“You okay?” She asked.
The conscience broke for a minute and I just kept smiling. I wanted to but I could not say it. My words fell from eyes and like a reflex she wrapped herself around me. She’d always been so tender with her misgivings. The lifelong rupture in my heart had suddenly started mending itself.
The vendetta within oneself turned from grief to sweet sorrow. A loving kiss was placed on my cheek. A soft hand was placed on the other. This time she tilted her head and just smiled.
That one minute that would never end
As she sat on my lap that night, I faced her with all my disarray. I meant for her to feel her intrusion in me. She didnt. She carried forward her own disarray as she took the first step. We fell. We rejoiced in each other’s bends and curves. Her’s overwhelmed me as I touched her. She felt me heavy but I couldn’t resist the wake of her savage ways. I felt the words in my eyes once again but this time put them to mouth.
“I’m dying”

Depth of my feelings – II

 

The lights were dimming fast, thoughts perishing as they went. A meticulous merry mark of mischievous matrimony

Scarred in places, reborn with paces

He touched her hands ever so slightly as she reflected on the riches of her guilty pleasures.

Once deflected of the most unclear joys he perched his sorrows on ulterior grounds.

Searching in the brisk moonlight, putting out his hand in the scorching moonlight

Unearthly forgetfulness centered around one such dissonance

Truth be told, it never went so far but ever so further

Crossing oceans of agonizing happiness he pulled her close and dipped inside her inner sanctum

Marching past disbelief, he somehow felt at home

Upper and lower, near and far. I saw but a raging fire trapped inside a little jar.

I crept ever so gently across the promised lands

I received solace as I felt her’s in my hands

She smiled ever so calmly while she cried a raging river

The sorry little poster child finally reached under my skin

 

Depth of my feelings

Sometimes things that are so close are just so far away. It hurts so much. It burns in a bundle of cold writhing memories. Tearing inch by inch into nothingness until you’re just left too beyond.
Caressing a soft black flow that scars way past just ever so subtly
Baring, in layers. Sweetened thoughts. Sorely spoken since.
I was crying, ever so gently from oblivion. The red sweet feeling of the sour sobriety hit me ever so gently as I touched her lips. She held me with the dull sensation of forever belonging. I cried. I cried. As I caressed her dry.
I’ve always wondered, with my hands around her face. Ever so solemn the feelings that race.

                    The Lone Star Statuette

 

As she stood a step in the distance

I was a lifetime apart but yet so close

A satisfaction towards the corner of her smile

Merry times led to a withering flower

With petals that curled in over it’s beautiful veins of insecurity

Watching loudly, controlling the fear on her reins in obscurity

Cast away in dimensions, treading on varied simplicity

A tear flowed in silence, the smile blew away a thousand hearts

The red lineage of her bitter monuments, I stared into her servitude

A mellow piece of my ecstasy beneath the west wind raindrops

The veins cried out a whisper that reached deep within my malt-ish vine

Scurried into my Neverland she bit through a thousand pasts

The touch she pushed inside worrying inches of my light heartbeats

Swollen and sorry as I looked past her colorful cries

Heaped and dark, rash and definitely not mine to wonder

I got up as I swam past her Spaniards, reached the dusked up destination

I took a roundabout across memories of sadness, a left took me to another zone

Lost I got as I slipped into a trance, her embrace made me feel at home

 

Slim was her sensibility, sweetly swollen was her hair

Messed in senses, a Evangeline structure ripped bare

The crimson serenity stripped to no amends

Her fair complexion bewitched past a thousand stares

Courageous yet cautious I entered into the solemn seduction

A raw merriment so pure, the crisps of the sides prismed sore

Queried past self-psychosis, as she continued her invasion

Days passed by in an universe that intersected in collision

I felt her scent as I outran her inner melancholy

I carried fast while I pictured her bliss, insinuatingly jolly

In dominance I played to a river of her solitude

I confessed upon her inner angel, she broke fortitude

 

I looked into the soul of her inner, mesmerizing

I crept into her consciousness twice, thrice surprising

As she rejected all through her frequent rants

She self-seduced seduction in loud whispers

When she cried inside her inner sanctum

My hidden essence could hear her weep

With numerous bare heavens, she hid the burnt doorways

Clenching her body with certain joy, my thoughts felt like sto-waways

Writhing in a beckoning so high I took her close

Her slender arms and legs left me comatose

As I called to her shadows, the soft skin so brown and bright

I risked all and dipped into her, holding her insecurities very tight

A relationship set back in time, in a parallel existence

Wondering within waters of memory, a kiss that put the lights out

She dispelled into pestilence, scared me with masterful mania

Hid through every hasty handful, she played through the emotional field

Struck with darkened interference, I was licked by a foolish intolerance

I caressed her dry, treading into a torrid feeling which got to my sense

As I walked away from her brown eyes, I rode into a different sunset

Dressed her in silence, every time coming back to where we first met

 

 

 

 

 

 

KISS OF A LILAC

As she faded away in non-existence
A hug came to me in fantasy
Few sparkles of ceremonious giggles
Lighting up chrysanthemum in a little glass

“You are among my cluster of thoughts”
In a garden of metered maleficence
A true embodiment of gifted lilac
Entrusted by the heart on it’s bloom

Impertinent and immoral, wasted by cruelty sweet
I took a quick glance before the eyes would meet
Proudly I dared look into her compressed mirror
Colors bounced between convex edges

Artful than the impression that Gogh did forget
Menacingly beautiful as she took the turn
A celibacy of uncountable dark attractions at that
A pact of resentful urgencies that cluelessly burn

Puppet intentions, I took a peel of what I could take
The soft edges of mysticism exchanged by a shake
As she curled into his pages, stinging with her straight hair so folly
Her eyes showed the way towards Eden, spreading enamour so jolly

“I love her like anything”, greeneries of thought
A penitent displeasure in the breath
It’s solemnly not a vague plethora
Of any melancholia given to perfection
Strings of euphony lusted in ceremony
Laughter of agony kissed through obscurity

He knew she violated second to none
The edged mistress etched into crimson
The shining black eyes of a liason
With a look that left all red in sensation

The stranger gave another smile
As she ravaged the heart of no return
Skillfully her slender nature took position
Moulding in between while she caressed away
She moved her penchant eyes and searched territory
A discovery properly dressed to be found
The lush hair that left you in dementia
Maroon-ed me ebony, circumstances stood still
Her inner skin touched till fury emerged pointless
Sin brightly crept from behind, curves on their faces
Cloaked in delight, aroused by the stir of salvation
Scared past her ambiguity, cursed by self-domination

As her dark effervescence brightened the path
The solemn moments took it’s first wrath
Supple merriment that passed completely bathed
As he moved through her neck, the sweet shrieks left him unscathed

The innocence that penetrated into the depths of cynicism
The satanic thirst of the angel so pure in contradiction
Descant followed her light feet, each step into melancholia
The lilac jested it’s fragrance, stamped me with her insignia

Beastly Fiction

Rotting away into madness.

Slaying into one’s dreams.

Cursing away into a shallow melancholia

Surfacing at least once, in bitter streams

 

A small rose, belonging to the beast

Beauty turns a nod once every red moon

 

“Take this rose in exchange for shelter from the bitter cold”

“Go away!”

 

As he is turned away, the rose looks up

An imaginary smile but there was a real embrace.

 

“Thank you for letting me in”

Beauty welcomed the beast after all

 

The passive surface of two minds is his domain

The words uttered did not remain

It kept him still

Two souls entered melancholia

The world now went in for the kill

 

Sudden silence caught his pace

All his flaws reached him now

Sudden minds pierced him silly

The fell did see as they won the race

 

As his utter silence did cry out

She kept her book and sang oblivious

A hidden parchment in her thoughts

Crumpled language here and about

As the claws hustled back in control

Anger steady, suffering still did behold

In between his fingers, rested a red soul

Terrified of the invisible anguish

Quietly feeling the same noisy toll

“Why?”

A silent question

The little overseer lay in wonder

His silent pat displayed his hidden answer

 

As she started a new story

A distant fiction shed it’s glory