His Goddess…

His Goddess, was she

Worshipped he, her feet.

Sung praises by his lips

Body and soul to meet.

They kissed in the gloaming,

Heavenly passions, unfurling

Sweet choir, in their joining.

Abiding promises, in their binding.

The cadence of their love,

The ebb and flow of the world.

Breathing softly in aftermath

In his arms, she lay curled.

Kept staring, did he

At the slight smile of hers

Ne’er noticed any difference

Bent down to kiss.

But just ‘fore their lips touched

Saw her edges looked hazy

Light seeping out of her

Featherlight, lazy.

Screamed his grief to heavens

Never once she looked back

His will-o’-the-wisp, be she.

His Goddess, was she.

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Will…

Get on with your life – says everyone… But how do you do so when you are stuck on the same old questions that have been plaguing you all of your existence… Do you just forget them? Or let go of them? Or make your peace with them? What do you do?

Peace – the elusive siren with her enslaving song… There she goes, on her merry way, snaring the wary and the unwary alike in her thrall… I hear her from a safe distance… And yet she’s made her stay in my being… I yearn for her, neither strongly nor softly, just enough that I can’t repose without making her my own…

Ah Peace! Where art thou? I question and crave your being, your existence… Yet, I’m yours, ever willingly…

Shadows…

The night weighs me down

When the world slumbers by.

Eyes unfixed, unseeing

On the horizon to lighten

Up so that

There’s clutter and clatter

Daily humdrum of life

The chores and errands

Myriad things to fix.

By the by, the day passes

Twilight zone emerges then.

Heavy soul, heavy sigh

The drudgery of darkness.

Counting the seconds

Time slowly slithers by

Shadows ‘pon the world

Coiled in its tangles.

See it all, do I

With eyes unfixed, unseeing

O’er the horizon, they wander.

Churning, frothing in depths

Never becalmed the waters.

Feelings in the grey zone

In Shadowlands, my existence.

Nameless be thou

Who banished me to this.

Cerulean Veil…

The world slows down

In the night time mellows.

Blurs forming ‘fore my eyes

The deeps and shallows.

Under cover of darkness

A collective sigh.

A canvas of souls

“Sweet relief, oh my!”

Craving release

Of task, herculean.

Succour brings the sunset

The skies cerulean.

Looking towards the west

My being releases a breath.

Sweetest surrender

Slumber of death.

Presence…

A Presence

Around me

Restless

I be.

Welcomes him

My darkness

Adding more

To the inner mess.

Truth or fiction

A figment of imagination?

A tangible quality

Or of sick mind, a creation?

Hazy, blurred lines

His character undefined

Physicality I see

Rest yet to find.

A presence near me

24 X 7 it be.

Emotions tangled

Catch 22 it be.