The phantasm of beauty

Plastic and metal, sadly is

this my form for the rest of the

life, unaccustomed to earthly

love.

Embodied in the whispering layers

of time, running faster than my

anticipation, I assume each

day to be a passing bond, slowly

mocking at me, then grabbing the

very part of my beauty, weakening

its terrain.

The large mirror beside me shouts of

the promise to accompany him

till he gets lost somewhere

in the walls

but I am too fragile to even meet myself.

I sleep for a dream to haunt

me, walking over a slope, I fall

and reach the pool of reflections,

the only silhouette tracing me, is of a woman-

hideous, awfully hideous, with melting

skin, and a hanging back. I fear

when the woman comes close, her eyes

talking to me, urging me to run,

but I am motionless, grounded

to my fate.

She stands by my face, so near, as

death, abducting my voice, pulls a ugly smile

and takes me with her.

I wake up to see the sheer beauty

of the ceiling, I once thought to be my

partner, laughing at me, hungrily

as though it was there to solemnize

my sickness.

The stars are vanishing, and I don’t

get a sparkle, I cry to save my

valley, the nurtured meadows, the

tree of unsaid beauty, falling

apart, and I only cry.

Wishing to be out of the phantasm,

It just devours me a more.

Towards the end

Sinewy arms of the pine standing

on the island, lone, swinging the boy to look beyond the

water

where the voyages end.

The pine deteriorates, he watches

the end,

gullible boy, he dreams to reach the end.

The cradle will shook his hopes,

Said -

The orange peal of the sky near the water

is meant for the unknown,

to taste,

the philanderer, the creator, the minister must enjoy,

the boy’s wings towards his land.

May be a day comes, when he unlocks

the

end.

Destiny

An incessant, deathless bridge, writing,

sculpturing stories.

Some forbidden paths, some thirsty streams,

Some half grown springs, some winter dreams,

A mild thread weaving me,

twining us, on the canvas, a myriad. 

  

Question it, for it embraced the answers,

deep and hollow,

some jaded reflections and many divine promises.

The marbled ignorance can’t fade its music,

No dark can seduce its ravings,

Fall down in the lap,

Indulge in the fountain and flow,

Let go.

When you meet, meet in the eyes,

Incense the time and run your scent, see,

It moulds the tale,

It heels the pain,

Slithering on the wry, homage to fearless,

erasing velvet lies, drying wrath vines.

Sorrows escaped out, vanished,

Let rise.