Love

In the dark veil
Drawn across the sky with the setting sun,
I see you.
In the fragile silences of the night,
Pregnant with the foreboding of sound,
I hear you.
While thrusting my loneliness
Within the depths of the night,
I feel you.
In the scorching rays of the sun on my skin,
I touch you.

But no more.
I refuse to be consumed any longer.

I'm tired of living a fugitive illusion
That flees from my eyes
The moment I open them.
I'm sick of searching for rare flowers
Amidst my green mossed existence.
I know now, I shall never find
Water drops in acid rain.

I'm weary of love, and I want my days back,
My nights as well.

And so,
With these words of farewell,
I bury you,
In the graveyard of memories,
Your love, pale and lifeless,
Sealed and shut in the coffin of poetry,
This poem the epitaph,
The poet the undertaker.

Your love, that was never mine,
I return to you,
Alongwith some wrinkled dreams,
And a few washed up tears.

Do what you please with them,
But set me free.

Sorrow

Sorrow is cathartic,
It cleanses and purifies,
Frees the soul from chains
Of happiness,
Burnishes it to perfection,
It is the meaning of life,
Its eternal truth,
Or so it is said.

My sorrow is none of these,
It is instead,
A dense impermeable fog,
A nameless weight on my chest,
A cold steel in my soul,
A mercenary bullet imploding in my being,
A diamond which etches surrealistic patterns
On my existence, brittle as glass,
A whore which clings to me,
Like the stench to a sewage drain.

Joys are islands, few and far between,
Their isolation relieved only
By this river of sorrow that connects,
Each lonely island, and imparts to them,
An illusion of continuity,
Islands that erode a little further,
With each passing wave that laps
On their shores, bringing oblivion
A little nearer with each passing breath

Isolated Emotions

Doesn’t sorrow feel delighted when
It strikes with a passionate misery?
Or frightened with the stark reality
That it is only living on lamentation?

Doesn’t fear seem to be content as
It desires and lusts behind affliction?
And finally achieving its own horror
Does it ever feel a sense of security?

Does love, being repudiated, endures
The remorse, the axiomatic certainty
Of facing an encounter with hatred
That torments its exasperated self?

Submission, sometimes must meet
A victory over trust and resistance,
And does it, then, feel confident
About never letting go of its faith?

Does envy, when it gets the more
Of everything it was wary about,
Drops its garb of jealous appearance
And prides in its fleeting affluence?

Do emotions forsake one another,
Or share an integral togetherness?
Isolated or are they hand in hand,
Sorrowfully loving a fearful life?

When You Blink

As the darkness crawls into your eyes,
The pain melts leaving a rage of lies
Seething within your mind,
Tears of sorrow, tears of misery
Means nothing in this world of trickery

You look to the stars searching for gods,
Gods of love, gods of care,
Gods of healing and repair
Seeking that point of light
To glimpse your doomed path
A sorry guide in the night
A journey fueled by wrath

Yet you are scared to open your eyes
And see another of this world's disguise
Sickened of the pain, the farce
Kindness on this earth, deteriorating and sparse
Your soul becoming hollow and locked
Like the millions upon this fated rock

Your hands are tied with hallowed thread
So is your mouth as is your head
Kneeling before a mountain of shame
You ask yourself who is to blame
Who to pray to, the god of love, the god of cheer
Or to the god of suffering and tears

You see the seasons change and your aging per diem
With a clenched fist you rise,
ENOUGH you cry, bitter regret courses your veins
Facing the blizzard, your face frosted with ice
Yet incomparable to the chill of your rage
Clouding your mind, veiling your senses
But numbing the pain and shattering your cage
Releasing from confinement, your pathetic pretense

This farce, this charade
This meaningless facade
Will shatter, into pieces infinite
Crumbles under an iron fist that smites
All this.... When you..... Blink...