//We both felt dizzy with verses
Electrified!
Living in orchid
Spaces
Lucid—
All those rhymes
of yore
Such widowed thoughts
Our lonely oasis//
/Moon passages
And wicked faces
Bespoke suits,
Poetic races
Discerning fables and
Fizzy odes/
//We both felt dizzy with verses
Electrified!
Living in orchid
Spaces
Such widowed thoughts
One homely oasis
Lucid—
All the rhymes
Of yore//
Feeling homesick
all stranded
left the building
keys inside it—
no way back
He’s now so lost
Lights are on
the lamp
still shining
those shelves—
empty
Books all gone
Who’s the liar
who’s the beggar
who’s
the
thief—
This empty soul
Feeling homesick
all stranded
left the building
keys inside it—
no way back
He’s now so lost
He’s got
talent
he’s a genius
such smoked mirage—
portrait,
Pawn
I often
get lost
in your
canvas
p a l a c e
My hands
all dirty
with
old
p a i n t
What’s the colour
of your
dreams?
I d a r e
a s k
Yet you
never
utter
a single
w o r d
So I strive to
find my
answer
in ink
s k e t c h e s
*
I often
get lost
in your
canvas
p a l a c e
My hands
all dirty
with
old
p a i n t
What’s the colour
of your
dreams?
I d a r e
a s k
Those
undecipherable
ink
s
t
r
o
k
e
s
Paint
pirouettes
that won't
tell any
t a l e s
*
My dreams
are
sometimes
coloured
y e l l o w
— with
a
dash
of
b l u e —
Your eyes closed,
while I get lost
in the true opacity
of those abstract
i m a g e s
So I let
all shades sink in—
colouring your reverie
back to
r e a l i t y
Blue-blood poet
cold at heart
large,
your ego,
this swell night,
She’s a tourist
in wild dreams
of word orgies
blood verse
streams,
Both,
crossed lovers
madness feigned,
vintage statues
They remained
Wordplay
artists,
starry
nights,
warm-blood poet—
S t a y
t h e
n i g h t
New seas she sails
with wet, wet eyes
cold, purple lips
a wild, wild heart
A fighting mind
one fateful tune
one fresh start
a blinding light
New poems read
with tired eyes
a stunning feat
those rhyming lines
Warm, purple ink
a healing heart
she will, one day,
recover might
A writing sword
on stormy fields
she will in dreams
all battles fight
And conquer will
those seas she sails
those dry, dry lines
a fighting mind
She starts to sail
she longs to write -
new poems, wild,
they will take flight
New seas she sails
a bright new night
with drier eyes
h e r
s o l o
w r i t e s
She trespasses
the confines
of this purple
forest,
the one
I
just
i
m
a
g
i
n
e
d
My legs
dangling
in the air—
u n n e r v e d
by the lack
of motion
of recent
days
She twists
and turns
and sings
and rhymes—
Mother of verse
Sister of bored
d e s p a i r—
with frenzied
flow
Her feet
tapping
to the sound
of a tune
only I
can
h
e
a
r
night of the monsters
land of the ghosts
fighting the dragons—
all the night hosts
flight or
free-falling
at dusk—
such dark ride
wild and
sky diving—
a spiralling
mind
night of the monsters
land of the ghosts
fight of the dragons—
by rugged coasts
flight or
free-falling—
the sound of
false tunes
those wicked
noises,
all the sky
croons
play to deaf ears
through all glossy trails—
flight or free-falling,
smokey travails
night of the monsters
land of the ghosts
fighting the dragons
in nightmares they boast
flight or
free-falling
at night—
such dark ride
all but
divining—
a spiralling
mind
dreams are
dreams—
these
dreams of
m i g h t
as
night
becomes
a subtle
b l i n d
for storming
ears
and
fears of
d e a t h
and silent
smiles
and
rightful
s t a r e s
I sing
I sigh
I dream—
We
d r o w n
those dreams
red nights
a
subtle
c r y
and dreams
are dreams—
those
dreams,
t o n i g h t
will end
the affair,
and
cover,
m i g h t
You sing
You sigh
You dream—
We
d r o w n
these dreams,
such dreams,
this
s u b t l e
b l i n d
with his
singers
and
dancers
she could
not
c o m p e t e
as she had only
killer words
to offer—
to be
licked and
s a v o u r e d
dark
chocolate
bites
for lyrically
sophisticated
t a s t e b u d s
he now wished
he’d gotten an earlier
taste—but was
already perishing
with languid
b r e a t h
just as he’d
swallowed
the very last
lyrical mouthful
of her poisoned
s t a n z a
for she only had
killer words
to offer—
to be
licked and
s a v o u r e d
dark chocolate
dessert for
his sweet
and sultry
cabaret
s o i r é e
D
r D
u r
m u
m ,
little women's army
splatter walls—
dressed in
war face
p a i n t
magic hands
can turn out
wonders,
now they're sleeping—
shan't be
awoken
y e t
close
the shutters,
no light
streaming—
they deserve
a darkened
dreaming
b e dD
r D
u r
m u
m ,
little women's army—
splatter walls
dressed in
war face
p a i n t