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Sunday, 28 April 2013

Indestructible Consequence

memories are like vessels on the ocean
poisoned and floating
sunk for our own good,
buried deep.

Until time ebbs away
it's ruins
and they rise to the surface
like shattered mirrors

reflections of once broken lives,
remembered with a sombre silence.

The hairs on my body stand
as if they too uphold respect
of passing moments
be they beautiful or not

and I shudder
trying to remove each pin and needle
dug into my skin
like enforced acupuncture

unbearable heat attacks my pores
I rub salt into the minute passages
eyes closed, I grimace at the pain

regret taught me that
self-inflicted anguish
is relief.

So I emerge from shame
like the widow emerging from a pyre,
burning.

Screaming to the skies at Indestructible Consequence

As inadequate rays
keeps me cold
and a disappointed sun
watches on.

Monday, 22 April 2013

Henna Tattoo

I sketched intricate calligraphy
carved unadulterated beauty
into her consciousness

Lust was palpable
My mark nothing more than fleeting imitation

it dried,
and through each passing day
its colour grew weaker
its trace more feeble
wilting as quickly as it blossomed
shone momentarily as fast as a shooting star
until it was a shadow of its past glory.

to be remembered as nothing more than a bittersweet memory

Until our mind martyrs lovers into
nostalgic day dreams, broadcast
onto the forefront of our every spare thought
assisted by hyperbolic embellishment

Until the lines of fantasy and reality blur,
With no tattoo left to remind us.