Dirge..

Died, esoteric cries of pride, O' love, dream a might. Strode on death, how far is alive? Guffawed the abhorrence to bide. In a forest , she slumbered, Envisaged eyes, unencumbered, Story i screeched is unnumbered, Voice ,of a humbird. Dry, like a dessert, Cactus, so hassled. Why this life is not lucently castled? Does...

Opaque..

Yet, dolour affirmed the fib, Perfidiously died in a lap of autumn. Help, help! I am alive, seems like already forgotten. Astrophil urged Stella, Dirge of angst in a slur, Wait , wait! He hung fire for the love of her. I try, i cry, yes i unfold, i die, Let the darth befall, Espy...

Benumbed.

The night unroused, In the mist of lazy flakes, To live in phantom, And to forget all the stakes. And thence all lies spoke truth, Grey days in the lust of pang, O' evilness behold, To the old days of swang. Lived from a snake bite, Found the undreamt mirth, Paradise , O' paradise ,...

Oxymoron :

Incarceration need an obscure voice, Agony smiled to ambivalent cries. Dreaded life to commit sin, If an esoteric truth lives within. Touch , let me live death, Please hear me, the voided breath. Realness rued over chicanery, Hope clasped upon the dead fairy. Slithered, the time i need love, Shadows trusted an evil dove. Love...

Euphonies.

Phantasmagoria of paradise , wolf howls. Lost to find the lost soul. Grave heard the story untold. Contour of lie showed the truth. Belay , the scream within. Silhouettes , curse run cold. Infidelity , cries of thoughts. Black euphony with a chaotic debris . Serene kiss of dead reality with red lips laughed. Galaxy...

Stainless :

Stern voice of these silhouettes lied. Autumn ,not leafs but splintered feathers. Like a tumbled life and arose eyes , i meet mortality. Inimical truth enwreathed by the cracked mirrors , and blood filled the fissured of the palm. Wait. Listen, answer me? Feel the buried dark. Tried to stand , river lugged back. Traveling...

Ellipse.

Dolour rued over the schizophrenia. Spilled lies now buried in secrets. You don't have an exit root , anxiety guffawed. Existence of truth never been existed. Damped with the sight of shadows. Benignant smile of death kissed the grey blood. Stony desolation of the street is loud. Calluses are enough to speak with no words....

Asked For Her

Talking to these shadows, surmising its you , but when i look up in the mirror , i know its not possible to having a picture frame of us even in dreams too. Seems like this darkness won't let me see the daylight, cause i can't find the path to walk on but a place where...