-A SILENT AQUARIUM- In the surface of coldest pond, I was still as deadly drowned, As if incarnating my meditation, In a shimmering pool of shadow! None others interrupted my disguise, In that stillness none could intrude, Whence a small stuff of edible crawled, I boomed myself above the brim. There I went captive […]Read more "CARTRIDGE"
Last, beheld my shadow casted, Before a bereaved pardon does, The lonely graves thus damn it, In the name of screaming ugly! Was I made much deafer? Whistling and blowing in cough, Bleeding in her wrapped virginity, Pleading but in swollen wounds. Was I, but blind to bet a blackout, Her voice is fading and […]Read more "EUTHANASIA"
And whence I knit a woolen web, You barred it as some twinkling trap, In its tingling strain I made myself, As lovely a sculptor for spider web! Then I waited for lonesome twilight, As you contempt me as weary wooer, When dragging with a worthless spell, Training myself in disguising twilight! There I coded for […]Read more "FLAMES OF MISAPPREHENSION"
Thus I undone my second stable step, Recovering myself for a stolen second, In her hailing heart, my shattered string, Paused and plodded for scattered applause! She kept shivering, as I touched her gently, Like an air of meek unusual transparency, Signing deep in her, my valedictory knot! For another moment I could never filter, […]Read more "STRINGS"
Where I set, so young and fresh? At the farthest of some early drought, As drain as the thirsty bemoaned, I sunk and flushed my gentle gems. For whatever the way did I trace, Crazing myself as a tender twilight, Alongside of the drained ditches, Of sea and severe offside shore! Where I ever […]Read more "EARLY DROUGHT"
Her throat struck nil of sounds, Neither did she sing any more, Being a bird by birth she may, Nevermore did she sing a course! Is it this world, me and you? Made her mute, the silent rude, The nights as her song flooded, Flooding in umpteenth melancholy! Oh, the man struck it as […]Read more "ODE FROM A MUTE NIGHTINGALE"
Breathe?! Oh, a sensational evil it was, This, the path of overlooking flora, Though it semblance my footings, Not a cause to choose as fugitive floor. Why to peep my cursed carcass? You, the bird of vibrant vastness! Yon, your merry lover flirts again, Fly ahead, mine is just a fallacy fall. Swear not to count […]Read more "THE THIRSTY SCAVENGER"