The Silent Touch

The silent touch; the gentle pat in the core of my heart
The sublime pang that sent my soul astray
The luminous opulent sapphire that twinkles in my dreams
The persistent plaintive plight that haunts my consciousness
An eminently eminent and corny mute admiration baffling I
An aged desire that desists
It's a song of a solemn solitary soul scouting for solace
A perilous pleasurable quest for the nonexistent
The zeal to dwell in the depths of your heart
A fib it would be to say I can vanquish this fervour
I can no longer endure this detoriating melancholy I'm inundated with
Nor can an irate rioting gale sweep it away
Only time has the valour, the courage and the might to rid me of this curse
But never will my head erase thy face

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I give myself to be wrecked by a blizzard
I am worn out
No flukes spring from the wand of a wizard
The curse caging me doesn't peterout
Never embittered; just obedient to the laws of being hideous
My consciousness is captured by illusion
I concoct a fib to the lecherous
Am never ashen if neither's got surplus compassion
Better off is a leper
If I'm eminently atrocious even for a slob
Can't be laudable much as a stupor
I've been maimed by a savage on-slaught of a snob
Cease my heartbeat and spare me enmity
The land will feast for all eternity

Brainstorm

Slowly from the horizon
a tarnished ripple occured
Meandering no more
it grew in size and pace
An oracle's eye saw the ravaging
tide trod towards the coast
A raucous rour tailled by an enormous tide
cracked the silence of the horizon
This ravenous tide strode relentlessly
behind the first one
The ferocious waves binded
no pixie could avert the scuffle
A stupendous ripple came to life
as the monstrous waves rattled
Astounded onlookers gawped as
the tide flew over the beach
The lavish ebb lazily crawled back
in the company of intruders
Had she been a genie
she would have made it real
Only that the oracle mused
over a minute wave

War at home

Pals are only petals to the plant
But I'm pearls
You are blazing on the internal
Halt the bleeding from being eternal

Upon us Heavens grinned
Our edges they trimmed
Sufficient for me is what you have
What spark do I not have

I can never get it all from a glance
It just blows me into a trance
Each moon you endure youe heart's cries
Greatly knowing time flies

You're maiming two souls with a single pebble
S'it the eyes that make it impossible
You're such a loyal servant to the nation
You shall never gain perfection

Who's there

Who's there in my mind
knocking, tapping and banging
my brain to insanity
and fills every corner
intruding and dancing and caring not

Who's there in my heart
that it turns and tumbles
that it's never grounded
that it pounds heavily and hastily
that it's never obedient
Who's subjugated it?

Who's there in my life
that my feet listen only to my desires
which have ironed my master plan
my eyes feed no more the brain;
just the heart
which is in darkness wrung

Who is there in front of me
that has zigzaged my path
which my baby fingures straight hath drawn;
that I see not before me
for the elephantic shadow lays on me
and I caress the ground

If I were a butterfly

Bees would bear bright and yellow honey
I would fly and hop on it like a bunny
they would, in song, fire firebrands
I, like the clever jackal, would hide my head

Down the thirsty route I'd hither
And see snoring hippo summkon me thither
The cool water sluicing my barren throat
The cold snake down the spine and down his throat

I'd on the dome of camel sail
And swallow the wind so pale
Until the furnace appears
And heightens all my fears

After lion I'd drag
So all fortune would beg
But lion knows lion