Stygian Mills
I search for you
In the shadows, between the windows;
When the moonlit strikes right to my room
The mystical architecture that I long for,
Ablaze with the revolt of palm trees
Rustling through the beachfront,
Cinematically, I see the difference,
Your sheer dominance in my mind,
And I know it’ll be my lifelong paramour.
Oh, that dream is beauty.
I search for you
In the distances, between the calendars
For I know when you’re not here with me;
It’ll be light years to finger-count,
A must see different story
I have written for today’s musing,
It’s all about you in galactic scale;
But my heart resists, to weigh you
‘Cause you’re all that matters,
To me, evermore.
I search for you ‘til the dust runs out,
‘til no morsels of pain I could feel,
‘til all the wildcards to stay here with all your memories,
will leave me breathless.
‘til our shadows conspire again,
In the new Space that we’ll conceive once more.
Destiny gave me you, and me to you.
the verge
let the tumbleweeds
of Renaissance break off
in any way the wind blows,
beyond the horizon,
tantamount to the multidimensional Consciousness;
let the fractals
seize every inch of gestalt canvas,
to manifest reflections
of then and now
of here, there and everywhere
beyond the numbers;
let the mnemonics of archetypal breakthroughs
in our unembellished Reality,
uncover the unspoken languages
between mankind, nature and other creations;
let the tenets of beauty
flaunt in grace, in harmony, in truth—
the bedrock of all colors,
within the pores and anthems of Oneness,
the nexus of masterpieces in Us.
Interstice
i am anywhere
in between the crevices
of unknown,
rewiring the spaces,
the spatial mess, my upturn dreams.
i am the host of outnumbered filaments
in the wormholes of rummages
that share spots of destiny,
in our certainty shadows,
like equidistant home of tomorrow.
i am a step towards the line,
devouredcentillion dots of bends
while harmonic waves
come to your ears,
as you listen deeply.
i become the center of galaxies
because you radiate interstellar bridges
and reciprocating spiral arms,
yes, memories linger
in my gravitational insanity.
River of Golden Intaglio
Watch my return—
Here’s the marker of hope,
Mezzotints between the mouth of springand roots of fall--
the once running rivers in my palms
yielding flagellations of realityturned into sewerage,
of darkened jade and wizened faces,
untiringly, waiting for halcyon days
whereyou-me become renewed and recalibrated
why you-me are collisions of aurora borealis in the poles of apotheosis,
guided by sacred sanctity: sound, time and geometry
myflowers of life, afterlife
will never wither but transform
the you-me kintsukuroi—
no matter losses prick,
no matter pains bend,
no matter fears break,
no matter ruptures mess,
the you-me destiny
are irreplaceable golden mends
in the multiverse.
Euphoric Diffusion
When the air gently kisses
and piercing my cheeks,
i remember your scent,
When the bed
Takes me to velvety,
warm, sheltered metaphors,
and put me into spaces
of no surrenders,
it is you,
traversing
in the streams of my being.
When the moon sighs
to the stars,
whispering goodnight wishes,
it is you and me,
suffuse in trance,
on our first honeymoon dance.
Cometarii