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.

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.

Nirvana…

Thirsty Soul,

What’s your quench?

Cresting your thirst is,

In the heaviest drench.

The absolute you quest

A solemn path it is.

In the deepest of forests

Wayward Soul, you miss!

Dark not the forest

Enchanting the senses.

Overwhelming, overpowered

To its tune, the fool dances.

Yet inside, it awaits

To satiate its thirst immortal.

Realize the one truth

Open up the one portal.

Soul…

The night is mine

The darkness’s languor

Sweet love

Sweetest succour.

Thoughts of you

When are welcome

To you do I

Surrender now.

The light time hours

Are given to them

The world and its wife

The lust, the bedlam.

In the solitude of dark

Opens up my soul

Questing its matching piece

Giving up every thought foul.

Evening’s allure on me

A siren song it casts

Promises of wildest love

Deepest love holds me fast.

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.