When shimmering January skies, clad in wafts of tinged breezes
Quiz my soul drowned by sobs of defeat
Why my thoughts nestle in disquieting shadows?
I brave all illusions and pressure my dire pretension
To trust in fate’s impassioned arms unsuspecting of thorns.
With reproach, my inner eye greets misery
Each dawn handled like a vase of decayed petals
And with blunt candour, I retrieve my scars
Daunted still by betrayed nakedness before sorrow
And a probing love dismayed.
The crude dullness of being unwithering
On some outskirts of intuition and trivial sentiments
I stake it all with other butchered reveries behind drawn curtains
Discarded hours and barrels of dreams
Delighted in my skins tossed aside for sacrifice.
It was desire commingled with suckling rage
Backstreet humbleness imitating solitude
That became a meeting place for my mirrored soul
Faced with measureless flaws of youth
And ever-escalating abandon.
Now, seedlings of recollections of festive embraces have dried up
In pots and virginal hearts unable to cup fading elations.
And distantly rising are lost shames and vulgar joys
Shocks of rejected pleasures shovelled with debris of December
Tormented by wonderment and disturbing exhibits of innocence.
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