Some tiny droplets oozing from the pores of my SOUL

1.       Poetry is my mute prayer……

my poem(s)……..

I love each one of them………….

for my breath reverberates

in each sigh of a letter…….

married to another.  

I drink (ink) to suck

life from the…….

brink of disaster………

2.      My breath whispers…….

with the monotony of life…..

my soul conspires……..

with my breathings’

reverberations……….

my heart goes through……

endless confabulations.

I in juxtaposed muted…….

opprobrium……..move through

as if in a state of delirium………..

                           

3.    Time is just a space….

you catch in the case…..

of a watch………..

or witness……..

on the home screen…….

of a handset……..

you don’t wait, you will be late

even don’t stand still……….

move onnnnnnn……..

for time is always on

a perpetual race.

4.      Claustrophobia has

a pathetic paraphernalia

like perhaps premonition

has “her” own motion……

I am in a state of doom

dark thoughts loom

larger than apparition in

conjunction with your physical

separation from my existence.

                           

5. When my sleep deprived eyes

look at the skies………..

and effortise………to

bring all dreams to the

reams of paper……….

poetry is born………

When I am torn

between your being near

and still not being with me…….

makes me see the death of………

same POETRY.

6. Your eyes give me the courage

to rise to the occasion…….also the

rage to match up with your……..

deep unfathomable, all encompassing

emotion.

The sparklers in those two……

bright stars keep me ready….

for the all engulfing

pious passionate WARS…….

7.  My love flows……….

endlessly, wordlessly towards you

and so seamlessly that sometimes

I also can’t/don’t remain conscious

to be in control of the soul-flow.

How can I forget those moments

of “yore” in which you were

the deep sea and you were the shore.

8.   Moving in the path……..

of darkness…………….

you came as a spark.

Brilliance personified is

your word jugglery…….

lights reflect through…

each pen pouring…….