…Like saddened eyes
drenched deep
from the pains of yesterday
that shrouds a glimmering hope
whispered by tomorrow
Weak in the flesh
Undressed by regrets
Wandering endlessly
through thorns of dying roses
under vague black skies
of crying stars and bleeding moon
Alone in the night
in search of a warmth… to weep
Beneath the shadow of a cloak
Wading through dark waters of
uncertainties and despair
Struggling to survive
the splintering shivering cold
Blown by melancholic voices
that echoes within the void
of a withering heart
Desperately holding on
to desolated
breaths…

I still remember the
days of golden suns
Reflections upon leaves
Days were still warm
Fields were filled with laughter and
innocent dreams
rolling down the meadows
Nothing but green and
daisies were an orchestra
A melody by angels
in chorus with the breeze
Whistling tunes of heavenly smiles
radiant hues paints the sky
…a cool morning dew
I was there…
Enjoying the breeze and
the array of yellows and butterflies
and violets and bees
Under the tree
by the olden tire
hanging on a wrinkled branch
Mighty arms of the elder oak
who has witnessed
years of sunrises and sunsets
Old maybe the tree was
but the scent were of flowers
and there was never a fading
Contented
happiness it seemed
I never left the solitude
It was a solace of an embrace…

…A sunrise of tomorrow
holding answers
from the questions of now
A guiding light
in the twilight of a man’s life where
the dark collides with
the blinding light
Raging on with the glimpse
…a candlelight
Guided by the beacon
of dancing stars
Holding on to it
with fading
breath
of each painful step
Reaching the end seems
a triumph of you
over storms and the reign of madness
Hunger strikes
like a deep hole
longing for more
Lasting the battle
with weary swords
you sit and ponder
over fields of
fool’s gold…

…When senses get dark
and all’s left
visions of hell
a road of threatening grin
lit by a waning moonlight of
horizons running red
with a melancholic touch
of discordant amber...
Grays
Laughter echoes in the ear
not of joy
Ripping every fire of her
A vivid poisoning dream buried
six feet
underneath
Where to go from here?
Stuck in time and space
Logic devoured by chaos and
every reasoning cries
Longing to see the whispers of
a silent flame
in this realm of
darkened paths...

…Walls came crashing down
ruins of a fortress, louder than
thunder
Wicked gods
awakening screams
of distorted sleep
Nothing but a dream
anger driven
hope
Desperate
to be free of
despair
Into the twilight
with nothing but a blinded sight
Harmonious anguish of
howling moonlight and
a dead
song
sings
a shattering shrill
Nights of cold whispers
they’re never fading
Nostalgic
memories of the sun
If things were only
built everything upon beauty
then the skies would paint
a warm golden sun…