Broken Mirror

The soft fabric felt queerly coarse
jerked aside,it exposed
the glint from it hurt the eye
the Mirror-her companion of dismal fantasy.

She held it,caressed it, cried like a beaten child
Not once looking lest it reveal the truth
In muffled syllables that nature speaks
Like the murmurs of the mourning ghosts

Her thoughts flickered pale and bright
in her mind, passed with a marathon creep.
The mirror unveiled slipped from her hands
broke into scattered myriad pieces, shattered

Through them, she saw life in the eye,
Coldly wise the aged face looked, and grew calm.
She had learnt that promises wait,
Compromises, behind every broken gate.

Life the broken mirror had given her the truth
to see, and comprehend in many angles.
She beheld herself in it and knew
It had taken in exchange, Her youth.

Never say Never

The fragile secret of a flower.
From waves of iridescent genesis
From mutations on mutations
From air and changing earth
unto myself i came.

My diffident spirit, which
Once gave the flame its fires.
Now hushed into a haze of doubt.
In labyrinths of purple solitude
expressions shadowed by the dark.

The living thoughts in me,
Spring from men and women.
The dead and going sources
The nexus of forgotten time.
A moment they spare; In empathy.

An obscure encounter,From shadows to spring
I come, they come with me.
Finding words through me they echo
I hear them cry, Never
say never again filling hope?

mark of Cain

Wrongs done,

never to be undone

Guilt borne,
never to unburden

A piece of soul, “Forgiveness from above?”

The rest aware,
No,
a million.

My conscience;
“Knock, knock, Hello?”

Impressions and admirations buried below,

Deceive endear,
never was,
is,
to be,

Mind’s heart, Heart’s mind bellow.

Ramblings......

I disregard norms.

Then am I the norm?

What are the norms?

Who says?

I say think.

Think. It is the norm.

Or I think it is the norm.

Then again let me ask,

What is the norm?

What are the norms?

Swirl Black

Swirl black
forever

never around my mind
sharp as ever

yet swirl black
my senses take

one, a many, a million

recurring
conscious recurrence

acceptance? denial?
of that innocent ignorance or calculated apathy?

Lonely battle

Hers was a lonely battle,

Mortal melodies she waltzed to

in dismal fantasy of her own.

Hers was a lonely battle,

Proud she stood on chiseled grave,

Death craved by her own hand.

Hers was a lonely battle,

wounded Queen and the last among her race,

lesser mortals not her own claim

Hers was a lonely battle,

against such memories etched in her mind ,

they may not be her own.

Hers was a lonely battle.

I

I live for me, for myself.
mine are the footsteps that will lead.
I am untouched by feigned patronage.
The right path is for me to choose.
I refuse to be cast in moulds.
my individuality i shall defend.
I refuse to be manipulated.
My right to freedom shall be respected.
I inscribe my mind, my thoughts.
my expressions cannot be oppressed.
I strive for my cause,To win.
My endeavor shall not be deterred.
I am what i am deep within.
my soul will not be broken by despots.
I ascend the stairs to my empyrean.
My walk is not towards the Styx.
I live for me, for myself.
Mine are the footsteps that will lead.

Ramblings......

Solutions a myriad she can find
but none for her the complications
that shroud her own mind

refusing to let her think
refusing to let her breathe

why does she let her self be
consumed by the thoughts that fill her?
her senses asphyxiate her...

Tainted

Dusk.
Of purple solitude.
Of purple shadows.
The silent encounter.
In labyrinths of mist.
Stars,moonside archway.
embrace rusting gates.
of amative death.
The Nodose smiles seep,
Entice.Cedar dance.
Alluring docile Chionodoxa.
Prelude to the naked end