The astounding response , was most unexpected
The gold galore was unwanted to me
Thought it served as mere legs
I patronised it as a baseless bottom
Wrecking voyagers masts,
Seemed like a life worthwhile
Invasions rendering pearls and rubies
Lost in the vale of the coral wilderness
Perched on the slippery, nature-carved
Rocks of death and breath , behold
Mansion or bungalow , whatever as it's told .
Resides the peaceful folklore ,
Candles flickering indecisively
Reminiscing,gold chides me ,
But the lavender was seeking me
Laying to restlessly erupt in finality .
I was causative to the rise , when and by
I was lying on the turquoise
Superimposing on calendars, in a profound manner of speaking
I never dreamt , nor had an inkling .
Dimensions swirling in a parallel universe
Rejuvenates a multi level whorl .
And I become a fluttering
Avian , cognitive yet being .. !
Transcending every world ,
What’s the matter ?
Is the frequency of your voice too high for you to hear ?
Let me tell you something my dear ,
Let me give you a discourse
On your greatest fear .
You are a silly little retail,
In an enormous world of detail .
Of course , you think ,
What’s wrong ?
Are you stuck ?
Tsk tsk .
Too bad .
Don’t bother feeling sad .
Think about revolutionising ,
Kinda rad .
And be exempt from the
Be a special kinda lad .
Wield the scalpel
I know your every secret
What made you shiver
What made your heart skip a beat
We are more intimate
Than you have ever been
A star crossed lover
A stranger in the woods
A forbidden desire
I am your supreme controller
I can destroy you
Or I can help you attain the salvation
That you never received
Come hold my hand
Or embrace me
My arms wide open
Morbid stranger of the night
Let you , incise me ,
Hello , justice divine
As she swept the tendril of hair
Across her face , tucking it away
Did she imagine his soft caress
Akin to a feather
Her skin supple…
Against the pulp of his fingers
On the spur of the moment
Yet eternally intimate.
As I passed into your world … did I begin to feel like an extraordinary girl … it wasn’t a trivial glance or chance , neither was it a flitting , cowardly little romance .
Follow the melody , let me strum the strings to your heart , at last , I may drive my very own hearse, when all I thought about everything was curse , you are no blessing in disguise , you are the flavour to the tea I never liked , the curtains opening on a scene I never enacted ,
Oh my dear, stay with me forever so near..
beyond the horizon of rivulets , to the endless dawn, to the fathomless nothingness of space , it is never ever too late .
Time was created , and the creator was named
Creation was done in some image
Who’s image ?
Who’s right ? ….
Projections of power ,
Projections of control ?
Projections of sadism .
The creator of the damned , the wooden puppets,
Engulfed in the blue hue of the planet ,
Submerged , where ?
A force to be reckoned with ?
It is not an entity .
It is the way it is , we are to become , nobody decides.
It is a form of , submission , it is a malevolence to reckon with , it is made to , build and tear down , it is a phenomenon, and we are the subjects .
This is an extortion.
Why was there disease ?
How did I not recognise it ?
Getting starved slowly from within
My broken temperament
A meal for the greedy egos
I ask .. was it me?
And I ask again . And again.. and again.
Disease of the mind they say
Is the worst of it’s kind
I cannot see in the dark
After being illuminated in the light
I cannot face the illusions
When touch, sight and taste felt
So real to me
Where did you go ?
Leaving me in the wasteland
Of my half eaten mind
I can question the injustice
But who’s going to listen to me?
Failing heart , embroiled the failing mind
Train of thoughts
Lost behind the drawn blinds .