Seeking thy Breath.

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Another composition. I was trying to write a rhyming lyric, here is the out come. An AB-CD-EF verse.

I will tear down the face of heaven and spread it around thy paradise,

I will steal all the stars to release them to roam in thy wake like a thousand fireflies…

The meandering streams of light will wash through the grassy meadows wavering in the wind.

The flood to the the fire, and all in between will merge and slake, when love overflows its brink.

The torments ending when fighting through the tentacles of time and snares of evil fate,

I will find you, your arms, your warmth and lips. And here, again, I wake.

This isn’t really nice or promising, but I couldn’t think of a better twist to it, than making it all a dream that breaks when the fantasy reaches it’s prime. Hope you all like it.

Have a great day ahead. 🙂

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A Moment

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Here I tried writing something…so here it goes :-

My eyes wish to behold, again and yet again, the grace with which, thee, my sweet lordship, unfold thy deepest, most wondrous mysteries. My fingers wish to trace your fair skin, under which the blue veins snake their way through your flesh, more fragrant than all of Persephone’s grove, by far worth more than Hades’ treasure trove…

And it’s thy heart, made of the densest gold, harder than the hardest diamond, but it’s just that I wish to win. Thy lips, that speak so much, thy eyes, express. I wish to smoothe out that delicate tensed brow. I wish to sort through your beautiful long lashes and to fill thy sweet mouth with gentle kisses. And there lying around in some far away meadow, shall we have our sweet recess. We will share little sweet promises, sweet little breaths exchanged. How, lying there on the warm, moist grass we would make wagers on our lives.

It’s a sport of young lovers, such as ourselves to let Passion, Love’s hot headed brother override our sane rational minds. Take oblique decisions, the orders, our hearts fail to obey. I know this will someday end, the rat race of passion and morals clashing will end one day. Like thee, ever so gentle, so noble, may someday just walk away, for my goodness’ sake. But it’ll be me here, rooted to the scent of this meadow, and the lingering aftertaste of your kiss on my tongue.

I’ve really attempted to write prose after a really long time. Could use an opinion if anyone could offer any regarding the progress of the piece. Thanks.

In Transition

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**NOTE: Read it with empathy.**
Tonight, my hand shakes.
I cannot hold my pen,
Nor can I type.
I cannot write!
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Tonight nothing can help me,
No, I am not drunk, not even a little.
I am not high, and the ones who make me
Aren’t here. Cheers on their divine names.
.
I and hypocrisy have a long nemesis,
Tonight I am avenging my cause–
All those nights of tempestuous overtures,
And torments for self containment.
.
Hot, prickling, irksome — tears moisten my cursed lashes.
The broken dreams, like glass, jabs mercilessly into my flesh.
When I think and realise, revenges are going nowhere,
When it comes down to those, whose against I stand.
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Love, that once washed inside me, like a flooded river,
Is slowly molding into a separate earth. Of cold stone.
But still in the deeps, love boils and spits, like an ominous volcano.
One passionate quake, and the rocks would all collapse…
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But I cannot lose this war, I cannot!
Cannot let the rocks collapse…cannot let myself hope again.
(As if I can hold back such a phenomenon!)
Because, it’s me, and it’s always been me, I cannot write!
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Untouched. Forsaken, I’ll remain, frozen.
Waiting for my love to die. But also hoping, he’d give in,
And the cracked earth will soak in the tempest,
Slaking the eternal thirst of the dry, scorched rocks.
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Smothering the love…
Dammit, fantasies again!
I cannot write!
I just cannot.

uncouth

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dirty scoundrels sweeping the alley,

infect the night, like blood bugs buzz.

uncouth men, sitting in their windblown, spa-like cars,

through drooping eyelashes, hawk for a girl to pass.

dainty filles in airy curls, Versaces and Ralph Laurens,

with Mochi stillettoes flirt with wine and ash.

the guards are two, spatting with one another,

about who’d demand for the bribe–

from a late night venturer.

the pubs are all about to close,

the hour which depletes their barrels,

of such pricey, heavenly liquor.

cars begin to wheel out

with their heavily drugged owners.

and their long forgotten humanities,

well, the flat drunks leave, but the rest prowl,

in search of new robes, to tear,

for the thrill of the screeching,

throbbing flesh to resist their advances.

and to smother the mouth to silence,

with puke-worth kisses. Done.

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as the alley darkens, let the dogs wake up.

WILL DAWN COME?

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The wind is rippling softly in the nigh,

Clouds have hidden the moon up high,

Lost are the desire of love and lust,

And there are the shadows from my bygone past…

Creeping and crawling under my skin,

I can’t free myself from the bond that binds me akin…

Fleeting through the ages, my shaken heart rewinds,

The gone is gone, that’s how the quest had gone.

I don’t have it in me, another bloody fight.

While reason threatens to tear me apart.

Lost are the desires of facing the gone,

That the darkness will pass and it’ll be dawn.

SUNRISE

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Healing the night,

The dampened passions,

Washes the soil,

The trees, winds retreat.

Flapping into the blue,

New life starts, new strength.

Springing from the earth,

Leftovers too take a new heart.

Warms up the bony spirit,

A heat that doesn’t scorch yet.

Swipes away the bad memories,

And soured breaths, one day, you’ll forget.