Bain of blue:
Demise her steps, Don’t proceed: don’t fall, Dreaming am i? For, To read the unwritten, Fly the fall, And hear the unsaid. Maybe, Smile:…
Intuiting Reality
Poetic Armour of Genres.
Category: Poetry
Feed the still..
Art by – Instagram -@septembrenell @bookaboutyou Arcane my ink, For i write my blood, Don’t seep, don’t cry, Stay – lurch words of my.…
Extant Letter…
Everything is precisely a fib, Laze under deep, to wake you up at death bed, For the life , you must, For the death, its…
Lucidity..
Trembling with heavy thoughts, Should i drown or should i let go? She fostered a defensive line, a line of hate; So high to…
Derelict;
You susurrate underneath , Like a damsel: to disarray her, To let it be a naked feet, You lie there: all blur. Opulent pain…
Unsheathed: an ode.
Amidst the tainted fibs, Obliterated all the light, Blood seeped through the nibs, Perdition to forget the might. Swim into a reverie, Lost the…
Dilapidated!
Weep, yawp, weep, yawp, O’ life, o’life, why doth thee exist? Like a starry sky, where’s the cloudless clime? In a day i born,…
Ode to murk:
Rideth upon infidelity, Ov’r the night i dream, Gasps my breaths , Where are the stakes once i fiend? Hail of pyrrhonism , Braved all…
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…
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…