Tempest

See it’s only May at time’s sidewhere does the sun then hideit covers my vermillion heartthe duvet of a snow, that snows inside Hear, somewhere a violin criedits note, has been tongue tiedit sounds like chopin’s artthe falling of a snow, that snows inside Look, my clarity has diedits grave, my mourning cannot decideit smells

DOWN TRIP (Villanelle)

My feet are chained to an obfuscous abyssI drown with a spurious smile on my faceDo not you tell me that this life is a bliss Why I deserve to feel wretched like thisI unwantedly roam in a shadowy hazeDay and night, I hear the darkness hiss A gloomy song saunters my desiccated lipsI drag

On My Way (Poem)

Do not grow impatient to meet meI am writing you and I will set out for thee That masked folk whom you call your messengerTold me this world must have one less passenger I told him I am prepared to goHe told me I will be lucky to escape this woe I told him I

To Bury Yourself – A Poem

How deep is the grave where you have buried your dreamsHow little were the hands that had held the shovelWhich corner of your heart melts to liquid with this memoryWhat else did you bury along when they were not watching? Yourself? How faded did you feel when you told them you have entombed them deepHow