Medusa In Coffee Shop

I sat there with my untouched cup,

when the misty thicket gave way,

and went with it, it’s perennial plague,

freeing the mind, from blinding cage.

I sat there with my frozen limbs,

when I saw my timid thoughts,

seldom spared in imagined realms,

reflected in her gleaming eyes.

I sat there when they began to flow,

the streams of longing and the lust,

the river of yearning for her love,

concealed in darkness until then,

deprived of warmth at frozen depths.

I sat there still; a stone turned soul.

Her simple glance, like medusa’s gaze.

Fervent flames of desires burnt

In the helpless heap of stone.

She sat there poised, a tree in spring.

Calm as ever, like a breeze of spring.

Unruffled thoughts, she took her sips.

And I sat there, with storms within.

 

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The Distance

The heart capsizes and sinks

in the sea of her absence.

Looming in its uncharted water,

an eerie air of unknown.

Through the upheaval of tides,

against the fainting glow of

raging rain-ripened clouds,

he hears the song of sirens.

Their melody, as ever enticing

yet poignantly retelling of

their out worldly ethereality.

The capsized heart, it spirals

in its bottomless grave

of listless, morbid water.

But for divine miracle of his faith,

in its dying undiscerning gasps,

amidst the rhythm of the tides,

it drifts ashore

to the longed-for land

where her love courses 

an endless river.

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Solemn Silence

The serenity of solemn silence,

Untangled in vines of words

Uttered in hasted moment of lust

Or in uneasiness of its aftermath.

Unscoured in roughness of waves,

Fed by vehement longings for

Tomorrows to come, yet overlooked,

The very wreck nearing the horizon.

Upheld in the clarity of a spring

That glistens the untamed mountain,

And in soothe of the breeze

That shrouds the untouched pines.

In the dance of the two pairs,

In bowing and the sways,

At the heart of solemn silence,

Lies purity of unblemished emotions

Unworthy of taints of any human words.

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Plain White Cotton Cloth

Thunderous applause gave way to a soothing

melody of a singing bird.

Just like the muffled sounds,

one can hear in the softness of the

plain white cotton cloth.

The muffled sounds of the bygone days

where everything sang

in the calming choir of unity.

It flaps and flutters in the unforgiving twirls,

that bellow in the ruin

of a young man’s dream.

In sand storms, it struggles

robbed off of every bit of hope

that dared linger in that hopeless place.

One can see in the fleeting pristine of

the plain white cotton cloth,

the memories of the long-gone clarity -

lost in chaos of the unaccomplished desires.

Stained, impure and torn now,

as it twists and tumbles within the ruin,

limping to the long melancholy sighs,

pursuant of the glorious purity

where dreams were painted and hopes created.

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