My Corner

The quiet I usually crave
Patiently waits for me
At the corner of my bed
A pillow carries perfume
Of freshly washed hair
Mildly stained sweet sweat
Of long summer nights
Wrinkled sheets beckon
Hiding a half-open book
And a peeping bookmark hints
It may well be time to rest

The quiet I usually crave
Patiently waits for me
At the corner of my bed
Pillows carry perfume
Of freshly washed hair
Mildly stained with sweat
Of long summer nights;
Wrinkled sheets beckon
Hiding a half-open book
A peeping bookmark hints
It may well be time to rest

Balloon Man

Balloon Man

The balloon man
With helium-filled
Quirky designs
Much like life
Twisted, tied
Waiting to float
Into azure skies
Alas! The master holds
The strings tight!

Silhouettes

Silhouettes

Shadows dance on the wall
Claws dripping death
Faces set with fangs
Tentacles reaching out
From beyond sodden graves:
Against an orange luminous
The candelabra brings alive
Fears from another lifetime
Silhouettes from the wild,
The ones I fail to pacify!
Ravage my peace of mind!

A Story Blooms

A Story Blooms

Let words nourish my soul
Each letter seep into my pores
With every thought let it surge
A streak of light, an energy rush
Let tender paper caress fingers
As poetry on my lips trembles
Let my pen speak in volumes
As another story gently blooms!

Lagoon

Lagoon

In the lagoon of your eyes
I have lost myself
Surrounded by shimmer
Sinking in the depths
I am colored blue
I am washed in green
Like shadows, reflections
That slide down slowly
With tears of exuberance
As wishes blown gently
On wings of eyelashes!

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