Fold

Jilted me halfway the fluid snooze Panting, lancing the closet scent To washbasin to throw up the booze That had me fouled utter offhand. Stooping favoured blood to rush Did good to unfold a vodka view Of my mirror, your mugshot crush Invariably bids my chances adieu. Upshots of snubbed hallucinogen Ghosted the coupled air to blot Your flashback asking to moisten Was hence a mere part of the plot. Showering is shortcut to thoughts of All that no one else will ever know For it mists the desire lines of love Like gin one does to fireplace throw. With water I created light when hit It moonshined taste of losing score Systematically if it’s you I must quit Chips worth kitty sprawled the floor. -Fareed

Like Autumn Touched Leaves

Memories, of a moonlit orchard; Of Apple trees and grass a shimmering green. Moving pictures of still water rising, And hands clasped in silent prayers. Memories of twinkling church bells, Of sunlight shining through the brush. The land of promise, Of silence serene, The land where lads once played. Sheep clouds caressed the shineless Sun, As rain rippled the morning brook. Wasn't there an Ocean blue beneath raven hairs? And the glint of cherry under a hill of flesh? But all fell like Autumn touched leaves, Swept away by a wind so calm. Weathered memories like realities faded, As he saw the stone upon his palm. Snatched away from his hills and waters, He gazed upon the silent lands. Blackness swallows the evening sun, And night falls upon the floor of sand. And then the rain begins to fall, Washing over a barren terra broken. The lonely white tree sheds it's tears, And as the last leaf fell from wet branches, Winter was come again. And still the memories... The Memories...

The Revelation Mist

Trees scarred by lightning

Weep with the drops of rain

In the forest of shadows

The advent of a frosty winter

Enflamed messages folded

Under the sky of magenta

The scar beneath the skin

Now in a dreamy dominion

Pass the preserved milestones

He rides to break the stigma

When night falls short

Of reaching almost there

Waltzing through the void

Sings the breathless wind

The body inscribed in frost

While the soul travels beyond

~Ashwin

Permeable Ghost

July 4, 09 Empty words waver into songs, Into souls you don't care to feed, Cigarettes burn into tongues, And liquor is the eye to infinity. And only. And only because you want You want your words to be empty. Feel them and desire nothing, Permeable ghost, You can die but you don't die From the constant way you bleed, Beggar from the few, You feel your life is empty. -July 4, Rachel

Risvegliarsi

Embedded fears and braided convictions

The winding spiral of zero

Personifying resplendence

And the knowledge of lacuna

Commencing a swarm of locusts

In the face of armageddon

The only way is to learn

Clutching, and past anguish

In a pallid slumber's dream

The asleep seraph coiled in the corner

The night ushered inside

In the domain of coldness

So we revive the blade

And the aegis of absolution

Waiting behind the windows

Lost no more in reveries

The light running over skin

Elevating sempiternally

The warriors arise, with raised swords

~Ashwin

Early morning, Windows speak. Pianos play and the devil dreams. Spins a tale, we all go round. Turning, turning, and I fall down. Early morning, Windows break. Moonlight glistens and bodies stray. Haunting rhythm, broken speech. It all occurs when I feign my sleep. Early morning, Wind blows calm. All for one, but none for all. Nightmares seek, lighting the way. Mirrors are shown, night to day. Early morning, Wind picks up. The sands of time have filled my cup. Once a beggar, always used. Pianos play, possessions and tools.

~Ayesha

The Escalating Fear Of Water

Lights, Lights, glimmering bright lights, Desolate crests of waves ignite. Shimmers of darkness upon a glossy chest, The oceans froths in debilitating fright. Her wooden brow gleams with salt, And the tattered sails dither in winds. When the silent Skies are torn by lightning, The swelling ocean buffeted by the storm. Rain, like silent raindrops, fell From the glittering darkness of overcast skies. The darkened sun from beyond the rainclouds grins, Over the storm thrashed floors of oak. The murderous winds have destroyed the lands, For away on the island fallen trees abound. Desolate lands greet the dark morning, And a silent howl is the only sound. Her fluttering flag tears away, And falls in the white water. Above the Earth lies an angry ocean, And below the Skies a caravel falls.

Bolted Homes...

Running past cuts and bruises, she's turning towards home, broken wood and sealed doors, love's gone, clothes out thrown. The halls burn hollow, echoes her own, windows like promises, shattered in tears, bleeding insanity,pouring rain, and it's her only one, to hear. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Shraddha

Remove this white Background At Once

Yes I Agree with Sharad. He is god. Heed him. Remove this travesty of a background at once.