I Hit the Dirt and Crept in Soul...

Today my veins are icy cold
Old obsessions have taken hold
Bold crystals pierce through my hand,
Stand, as I, on my body’s sand
And creep into once peaceful existence…

Reflections of myself expose
Those scattered obsessions none knows,
Grows memory, tainted then fades
Invades a soul, cold and long dead,
Afraid but not held back by resistance…

I can’t go back; Heart’s coffin’s sealed
Chilled; can’t be nurtured, can’t be healed
Killed by your torture, silently
Melancholy gets hold of me -
Free from curse of your codependence…

I’m relaxed, this cold sweat feels good;
Nude on floor, yet this solitude
Fortitude my interior,
Ensure that my soul has been cured
…Allure, as I search for my persistence…

Owed To Invisibility...

I’ve been glancing you
Warped inside my eye shaped box
Thinking, what I’ll do…

Soul’s an equinox
Mind could pour eternal word
To blend paradox…

Alphabets I’ve heard
Sometimes they appear to gloom
Maybe I’m a nerd…

While in my heart’s room
Blood passes through artery
Floats a sign named “Doom”…

Lot life will carry
From chest to hands, down six feet
But body’s weary…

People whom I meet
They appear familiar
Yet I do not greet…

They scream, moan, smile, cheer
Tickle my throat to screech, so,
Hushed I disappear…

Followed by shadow
I tiptoe dark without voice
Look out through window…

See her waning poise
As if time has counter clocked
Without ticking noise…

One face, intralocked
Two distant eyes with beams pure
Zit cheek; hollyhock…

Night’s no more obscure
Behind orange sky she waits
For morning’s azure…

Thin line of love, hate
Horizon tolls on my eyes
In fantasized state…

With night, I too die
For I take on her embrace
Forsaken, so I…

Stop for an instance
Hop with naked glimpse and frown
To drop my sentence…

And I glance; from dusk to dawn
On and on and on and on
Off and on; I glance till gone
From five to four…
Three…
Two…
One… 

The Zebra Crossing…[Acrostic]…

Halt the car; red signal time; the traffic’s mind’s unclear;
Avenue, of memory ride; beyond crossing, appears near…
People rushing, people crushing; holding the ones, dear;
Peep through windshield; left and right; then mirror’s view, rear…
Yesterdays seem long ago but in orange-gleam they sheer;
Neon’s misty moonlight slashes, wheeling frozen steer,
Endless quest of victory for the one you would adhere
Whispers from the back seat alone in front you hear
Yet waiting for the green’s glimpse; the wait’s end is queer
Engines will fuel sorrow or tomorrow they’ll up-gear?
Avenue, of memory ride; now how pale do you appear -
Rush accelerator hard, forward leads another year…