The Burden...

The Burden...

She had been eluding him for days,

Today, he finally corners her.

He grabs her by that slender wrist,

And twists it.

She whimpers, now her back turned towards him.

In the turning, her dark, thick tresses,

Brush his stubbed face and land on his chest.

He, ever so lovingly caresses them,

Over to the side of her shoulder.

He brings her closer and closer,

Till there is no room for the air to operate.

Their mouths suddenly run dry,

Their hearts wanting to pound out of their bosoms.

His hands trembling form a cradle.
 Her knees start to give way.

She turns her head, their eyes lock.

A tear runs down her flushed cheeks.
His lungs let air out as his whole being melts.

He breathes heavily onto her neck.

Softly caressing his lips,

From the nape to the lobes of her ears.

He kisses her. He kisses away,

The demons riding her neck.

He kisses away,
The mockings made by her own.
He kisses away,
The scars a monster once gave her.
He kisses away,

The burden of her young life!
The burden she had carried all alone,
For what had seemed like many lifetimes. 

Lie With Me

Lie With Me

Consummation do I not wish for,

Tis a hindrance in the way.
A hurdle to explore your soul,
To stop me from roaming its crevasses.

Lie with me so I can feel your heartbeat,

Feel it take me into the depths of the universe,

Where we travel through the stars,
Riding on a carpet weaved from the threads of our love.

Lie with me and breathe your spirit into me,
Fill my pit, heal my decayings with your love,

Let my pores emanate your perfume.
Let me rest my head in the curve of your back,
While you read  my words, my pieces.
Let me feel the mounds and hills of your soft flesh,
Their touch making my soul find hush.

Lie with me, let me rest my ears on your bosom,

To hear how your breaths form my name in ecstasy.

Let me run my fingers through your hair,

Their touch making your thoughts think only of me.

Lie with me, permit me to adorn your feet with my kisses,
To make them run to me when they are lost.

Let my lips be resonant of my passion, my resolve.

Lie with me and speak to me of your longings,

Let your words, the sweetest nectar,

Heal the scars of our lives passed.

Lie with me, my sweet love,
For years long have I waited for you.
Lie with me for I wish to explore your soul.

The Crowd

The Crowd

A quietus has been served,

Moirai has spoken of her will.

I run away from her,

As fast as my trembling feet can.

I reach to where they sell,

Souls for a lifetime of wine.

My caducity is boundless.

My crime, to love, beyond my estate.
A silence is what I search for,
A corner of loneliness.
There is no room for me,
Many like me occupy them.
I see a herd of souls.
I walk into it.
They moan, they cry.
Holding their bleeding hearts in their hands.
I sit in the middle of it, the crowd.
I wish for this torment to end,
A song of embrace I long to hear.
In its lamentations is a hollow silence.
With my eyes closed, my head in my knees,
I think of her.
If only I could have,
But now I am a part of something.
A strange void, where wails resonate,
Through the ears to the bosom.
It creeps like a ubiquitous fog,
Sealing itself onto my being,
Making me vacuous of my World!

River Of Her

River Of Her

A river cuts through the vegetation,

With her curves and bends.

Enchanted, in awe am I,

She flows calmly, majestically!

Form ages have I wanted to swim in her,

The waters of love and life.

To feast myself in her,

To quench my thirst, to breathe again.

It is the river of her, I dive in.

The piranha of her rejection eat me alive!

She tosses me onto her boulders,

Then spits me out at her next bend.

Helpless, lifeless, I cling onto her banks,

To the roots of the trees beside her.

They whisper to me,

"Watch her you can, drink from her you may,

Indulge in her not, you imbecile,

For once we did, we suffered the same fate,

We decayed on her banks and stayed!

Stay we shall, till time withers us away,

Or she abandons us for a new course!"

Who Will....

Who Will....

To hope is a good thing,

To wish only human,

To know reality and expect is foolishness.

Who will want a soul drifting endlessly?

A soul marred with hatred?

A soul that has been venerated,

To be thrown into the bottomless pit,

Where demons green, ride on its shoulders,

 Hailing, displaying their fresh hunt.

Who will want a heap of flesh porous and charred?

Porous from stabs of malice,

Drilled with their affrontedness.

A soul charred with a rancorous fire,

A fire inflamed by acrimony and grudge.

Who will want a heart despondent,

A heart once free, rebellious,

A heart that now accepts its fate.

A fate of barren trees, a parched river.

Who will desire such a melancholy?

A melancholy that may drown their euphoria?

She!

A vagabond was I, ravaged on these streets I lay,

Bitten and swollen was I with their venom,

The beating of my heart became distant.

Pushed, scorned, beaten, a laughing stock had I become.

They made ready for me, a deep well, my grave.

And through their derisive, irreverent chants,

I heard the sweetest voice, my Nightingale.

Her gaze made me want my heart to beat again,

Her smile mended the crevasses of my soul,

Her laugh strengthened my brittle bones,

Her touch, the flow of her veins,

Restored my decaying flesh.

I asked her what her name is,

She replied, “I am your light, your redemption.”

You O

You O

You O sun, drawn by Helios' quadriga,

An inferno, a sea of flames,

You cannot compare to my Sun,

She shines the brightest, 

She rejuvenated my lifeless being.

And others bask in her glory!

You O moon, are long passé,

My Moon is the fairest.

A silver light she transcends,

She calms the tempest of my seas,

And guides my lost ships home to her.

You O stars have lost your glimmer,

Her eyes in scintillation I see,

And now my wishes I wish upon them.

You O wind, I have replaced,

My Wind is sweet and gentle,

She runs her breeze through my hair,

And breathes her life in me.

Not Just Words

Not Just Words

You and some others may think of me,

A cretin, paranoid and judgemental.

My acts of desperation you cannot blame,
Tis what one does when madly in love.

I write for you and only you, my love,
For a lifetime I can pen down,
How your beauties my belle, shame the others.
 My enchantress, these words are all I have,
Though the universe you so rightly deserve,
These are not just words but pieces of me,
I send to you to gather.
Every inch of my being, from my puerile head,
To the tip of my toes which run to you.
Every muscle, every pore, resonates,
For ages have I loved and adored you.
These are not just words my love.
You read my breaths, the flow in my veins,
You read the amore of my soul.

I Wish To Sail

I Wish To Sail

I wish to sail with Hades in his boat,

Which Charon masters along with him,

No danake shall I pay to him, no obolus,

Wander I shall the shores a hundred.

Scorned by her in this lifetime,

I shall return in the next.

Her smile to see, to woo her again,

This ordeal shall I persevere.

I wish to be with Erebos,

A mist with him shall I become.

His darkness seems comme il faut.

For without her Helios is undone!

This melancholia will I embrace,

For she has fondled me not,

Enfold I shall Erebos and Hades,

My dwellings now Acheron and Kokytos!

The Gods' Dilemma

The  Gods' Dilemma

Stop, O you haters of life,

Withhold your filth desecrating this world.

Your sins are numerous, your penance none,

Halt, for a dilemma the gods' face.

Who shall Aphrodite hear to?

Ostracized are they who called out to her.

Eros roams crying to this heresy,

Hera lies ruined in the expanse!

Cease your sacrifices to Circe, to Melione,
To Persephone, To Tartarus, To Hecate,
Do not conjure Lamia and Thanatos,
For the pain of Acheron now turns carmine!

Where is he who offered to me turtle doves and apples?
Where is he who offered hare and wings?
He sails the Underworld, from Kokytos, to Phlegethon,
To Acheron and to the forgetfulness of Lethe!

We did not grant him his love Eros,
For years we loved his worship, his sacrifice.
Now despised by her, he has travelled this land,
Consumed by its witchcraft, its animosity, he lies dilapidated!

Bathe Her In Flowers

Bathe Her In Flowers

She has bathed in milk,

Her skin shines and glimmers,

Lobes of her ears hold onto the pearls,

Her lips protrude without a crevice.

Bathe her now in flowers,

Shower her with their petals.

Scent the milk she has bathed in,

Let her be redolent of them.

Bathe her in the sweet Wisteria,
Robe her in the lily of the valley,

Bathe her in the intoxicating Gardenia,
Adorn her with the blue bells.

Now bring my beloved to me,
Let me intoxicate myself with her.
To ignite the fire inside her,
And lay entwined with her till dawn.