One day we’ll meet
Under the Gulmohur tree
Not to find shaded solace
From the dripping summer heat
But to touch its crimson blooms
That carry the flamboyance
Of a forever romance
We’ll stand there at sunset
Fingers entwined, waiting
For that carefree innocence
To slowly rub into our veins
And make our forgetful souls
Remember our lost love again
She left me waiting
Holding porcelain tears
In my heart so full
It was ready to burst;
Bone china dreams
Brimming with whispers
Of promised togetherness
Now threaten to crack;
With pain throbbing in veins
Heated rage of being alone
Burns me from within,
Staining with fine details
Forlorn thoughts of longing
The elegant decay
Of our youthful love
Slowly chipping away
Like well-used crockery
Still a heirloom to be
Preserved until eternity
I created a simple poem for the #prompt #HappinessIs and I really like it. Do you?
Happiness is the wisp of a snack
Tangled in a strand of your hair
And how I am allowed
To reach out and brush it away
And see a smile light up your face
Warped lies embedded
In the nucleus of your being
Tilted fantasia
Twisted mockery
Of ethereal tenderness
For it was never real
Silken trail of togetherness
Sodden with maggots
Carcass of words
Infested with falsehood
Almost sounding true
Under the dying moon
Raven-eyed, the lost prowl
For cadavers of love
Scavenging in ribcages
For a heart beating
Still yearning with desire
To find true intimacy
Blue Pen Strokes 