my life is a boulevard
i am a piece of broken dreams
my life is a bough
...
smouldering into ashes
of powdery passion,
spent sentiments of
a stolen, broken heart
...
iron sharpens iron
you sting and you smile
i blink as i drink
from the waters of your words
...
when poetry stings
there's someone who smiles
from the cadences of infused passion
to the rhythm of a gyrating emotion
...
look beyond what you see
see beyond what you look
only child's eye fears painted devil
even in the vale of vicious circle
...
in the heat of downpour
and the feverish showers
of rainfall
i open my heart to give a call
...
imagery of a lone voice
in the jarring symphony
of loneliness in the wilderness
of whirling winds of indifference
...
in the dim and distant past four fledgling lips
at a tryst assuaging their thirst
searing sentimental secrets felt only
...
there are some words
inexplicable that escape my lips
there are some feelings
indefinable that defies my reasons
...