In the darkest hearth of my soul It rears it’s ugly head again This despondency of Being different; Burning realms of loneliness Engulf me in flames I blister, bleed; Sweat, tears of memories Deeply impressed lies Like an intricately coiled Venomous snake in my bed!
It will not hurt What you don’t know? Truth wrapped in muslin Pulsates gently Waiting to birth To sound the death knell Of sweet ignorance Blissful innocence As the soul soaks in Lies and tales Appeasing the mind But stealing the heart Of the pure joy of knowing!
You are the book Nestled on my chest Heaving in deep sleep A story embedded In my thoughts, as I go About daily chores Impatient to trace Inquisitive finger tips On gravely carved scripts Turning over pages Revealing secrets That made me shudder In anticipation of none other But the distant momen when I will curl up with you in bed
Shameless dreams spill Sprinting over a window sill Plucked from my eyelids By naughty night angels Who revel at my expense Chuckle with exuberance At how innocently I believe In visions true only in sleep!