Snake Charmer

Bewitched my breaths on the charmer’s shawm,

Venomous notes drowning in storm,

Statue of dawn bleeds again;

Black birds take away hope of dawn.

 

Eyes dazzled by dark, blinded by light;

Infidelity rising; desires ignite;

Slaying black prayers; infidelity recites;

A curse adorned in worship’s guise

 

Scripts erased from gospel of lies;

Everlasting images: unheard cries;

My grotesque heart; a withered petal;

Death’s blizzard; the tears arise.

 

Border of nothingness, ecstasy crucified

A black rose; lays my executed pride;

Your denials; my oblivion—magnetized;

Scratching the shore; the waves collide.

 

Stabbing reflections; delusions aside;

Static temptations; deviations paralyzed;

My life; a castle of graves;

Graveyard of promises, love songs versified.

 

 

Souvenir this loneliness of love’s demise;

Heights sinking in fantasies reprise;

Intersect my dreams, destiny’s denials

I—a snake, bewildered, hypnotized

Prick

A shooting star dies in the dark sky;

My heart—eclipsed with midnight silence.

My soul bleeds, your shadow appears;

My insanity dances with love’s lullaby.

 

Tears erode engravings, secrets demised;

A game of tortures; an opera of images;

To live love again, pain banging my veins;

Promises forgotten; confessions denied.

 

Calendar dying for a moment of deliverance;

Crystalline whispers shattered by fragrance;

The moon eclipsed; seduced by radiance;

The kohl melts; palls eerie silence.

 

Every breath a curse, each knocking a sigh;

The heart beats in cage of memories;

In mist of time, fingerprints frozen;

Each tick: a graveyard of scorched emotions.

 

Grey ashes of colors, your eyes a parable,

Pencils—your fingers on tonight’s ripples;

Thunders and roars, twilight and flashes;

Not vague; not vivid, no clues; no sketches.

 

Every beating a torture, every second a misery,

A prick is all; your spell—a treachery;

Razor of thoughts, your shadows dissolves;

Prostrating stars weave silver rosary

Dead Time Zone

Statue of tears; in a dead time zone

A dead flower; a dead love story

Match sticks and straws in fire’s throne

Grief– the ink, gore —the history.

 

Sorrowful engraving adorns the heart.

Glee’s graveyard goes anti-clockwise

Resonating eclipse begs black art,

Pain—the fruit, love—the mystery.

 

Flag of bliss was never hoisted.

Footsteps breathing last at wrath’s gravel

Brown leaves swivel on memories forlorn,

Autumn— the horror, déjà vu—the artistry.

 

Feeble crows drowning in a dried fountain,

Cries and wings swivel in ripples of time.

Mist fusing the dust and horizon,

Prayers— the flight, hell —the cemetery.

 

Shadows nocturnal write last obituary.

Vivid, vague thoughts clutch the soul.

Imprisoned my entity in dead veins;

Venom—my past, memories—the clustery.

Carnival of reminiscense

Let’s build a temple of worship,

A heart and soul, all I have to surrender,

Like the sunbeams sinking into the moon,

Let’s make this night eternal, this love forever.

 

Poem you are, in words I vanish,

Faded smoke and dark to remember,

Eerie silence; dies a fragile candle

Let’s make this chapter eternal, this love forever.

 

Reveal the mystery in this deadly kohl,

Mesmerizing eyes, dreams nocturnal,

This seductive worship, this damned castle,

Let’s make this secret eternal, this love forever.

 

Come to life, oh love invisible,

In shades of red, images surreal,

Shadows silhouetted, songs sensual,

Let’s make this rosary eternal, this love forever.

 

The earth’s thirst, the monsoon’s drizzle,

Withered petals on a haunted gravel,

Lifeless idols engrave on destiny’s pedestal,

Let’s make this plea eternal, this love forever

 

Sentence me to death, heavens and angels,

Love–a feeling, a deed untitled.

Dammed followers, blessed infidels,

Let’s make this decree eternal, this love forever.

 

 

Gothic, grotesque, ghosts, gospel,

My nuances —subtle, queer my fables,

Whispers the sea to sand and tidal

“Let’s make this cemetry eternal, this love forever”

Decree by Destiny

My soul fades in the prayer’s shadow,
I am just another anonymous entity,
Life is never a chance, or choice.
Just another decree by destiny.

Dreams; a word in books and fables,
Hope is death’s lullaby.
Engraved a truth, at past’s pedestal;
Faith is alibi of fantasy.

Darkness conceals cruel colors of life;
Screams the night’s rhapsody.
Eerie silence sees again;
A bleeding statue of agony.

Swaying my words on this canvas,
Slays me, my insanity.
Creeping from the haunted grave,
Of silver sins and vanity.

Plea touching eternity,
Love worshipping infinity.
Life is never a chance, or choice.
Just another decree by destiny

The Shadow Anonymous

A shadow plays with the melody in my heart,

My serenity it hums, a song I hear,

Tune I know not, a spell it casts,

My desires invoke in the ethereal prayers.

 

A shadow plays with the image in my heart,

My agony it touches, a love I feel,

Shades I know not, just a spell it casts,

My soul bleeds in the darkest fear.

 

A shadow plays with the prayer in my heart,

My sins it erodes, guilt I feel,

Peace I know not, just a spell it casts,

Repentance flows in my silent tears.

 

A shadow plays with the fire in my heart,

My past it burns, a flame I feel,

Ashes I see not, just a spell it casts,

Damnation lingers, tortures adhere.

 

A shadow plays with the memory in my heart,

My heart it peals, for a haunt endeared.

Glee I yearn not, just a spell it casts,

My desires die in a “grave” austere.

the silver mischief

The night plays a silver mischief.
Romance sprinkles a thousand flickers,
Fragrant stars and midnight dreams,
Glittering galaxy of ecstasy.

With your hand in mine, in your eyes I see.
Eternal love, that worships divinity.
In a moment I live whole my life,
Glee lingers, wherever you be.

This collision of souls, now complete,
This tranquil lovely night,
In quiet thoughts and silent whispers,
In fantasies and prayers serene.

On this axis of love, rotates my finite world,
Jingling chimes, echoing melodies.
In a moment I live whole my life,
Glee lingers, wherever you be.

night

Immersed I am, the ripples of this dark night,
Dark spell plays its last reprise,
Silhouetted images, the trick of light,
Conscience it is or past in disguise?

Love’s spirit creeps from night’s grave,
Broken promises pierce the soul within,
Time never stops for our cries, and crave,
Rosary of life, our words, our sins

I, a puppet in shadows and veils,
In kingdom of sadness, a wanderer insane,
Silent observer of the shades frail,
Screaming, dying, in memories, enchained.

Night’s apparition dies in castle of spirits
Scaffold my dreams, passions unnamed.
Lost I am, Dark spell plays its last reprise,
Ripples of this dark night, or past in disguise?

the silver night

The silver stars, a fable they cite.
A gleaming night, from shadow to light.
Serene enchantment casting a divine delight.
Desires reveal, conceal in twilight

In the moonlight hide reflections of red,
Dreams reside in dead hour’s shed,
A journey of romance, worship and whisper,
A night cherishing, the dancing zephyr

This unpaved path, this glee nocturnal,
This sensual silence, this feeling eternal,
Converging in my soul, the sentiments celestial,
Wrath of shadows, or bliss at its pinnacle?

Effulgence I see in my maddened solitude,
Darkness seduces, the moon eludes,
Dilemma or masterpiece of vague imagination,
Horrendous collision of instinct, meditation.

The silver stars, a fable they cite.
I navigate, from shadow to light
Dark spell, casting a divine delight.
The last dream dreamt, in this silver night

crimson desires

It’s all a game of tortured crimson desires,
Displayed in every night’s shadow,
Madness the face, seduction—attire,
They haunt, they slay, they capture, they follow.

It all begins with the bewitching eyes,
Words veiled, a figure disguised,
This fire erupts in the light’s demise,
In dark fables, intoxicating lies.

The entity, the charm, the lines, the opera,
The passion, the touch, the bewildering aroma,
Yearning the kingdom, ruler the diva,
Gleaming moments of this silver saga.

I moment I lose, a moment I win,
Lustful virtues and sacred sins,
Magic the fable, image the fire,
It’s all a game of tortured crimson desires