The Worded Silence...

My silence threatens me now,
It’s the words they want…
That paper is blotted,
It’s the ink, they rant.



Tomorrow never rose,
Bygone is still present.
The church bells now honk,
The priest still confesses…

Those corner seats love..
Their tickets are still lucid.
No More the clock ticks,
Nobody does this heart pick!

Who am I to fall in love?
It’s in the hand of my beloved…
I am still a lover…while
He became the one, loved…

Wires of Love

I often think what the night holds,
I often crib about what u seem like,
Mirages of your shadows often flash, and
Talk through the mirrors of thoughts to mine…

Sensations of the times gone by,
Irritations of the days we did not spend awhile,
Will always mar,
Somehow, it will always scar.

Sane was I who loved you insanely,
The detriment it caused was indeed heavenly,
No longer did I think of your absence,
As you are still present in me, bodily.

Forlorn is my mind,
Innocuous is my heart,
Alas!
What immorality has ensued….