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[gyenasenavi]

In the ruins of a fever dream I saw

The tiniest spark of a half-burnt smile

On my arms the innocent weight of a doe

On my eyes, her judgement left to beguile

The earth aptly shakes to the irony

The unjust desire laughs in vile

And the heaven in it's awful candour

Parts to hurl the air asunder

Lights of brilliance, the wailing thunder

Erupt in divine vermillion splendour

And whence the carrion flavours on the

Ruins, the deliciousness under

The fallen doe, to me, who'd shunned her

Bids her farewell to my wonder

And once the leaves float to the ground

The dreams shall never utter her sound

And the seething agony whenever I ponder

Wherever I wander, if ever I'm bonded

Would bury my heart in a soulless mound

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lips of merlot

the muted face

shiver to the dulcet tone of a bleeding sonata

a heart of love sincere and mild

now of pitch black silence

a silence of a woman with a stillborn child

and even then,

the beauty of that violence

lessens my wit to whimper

to a thought to lie on

and the dreams that danced around the eternal flame

scream to my meditating ears

to reach for her transparent tears

then carry the cross to die on

~g

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Found my one desire

As I trod the stranger’s pass

And I went on fishing

For a hope that would last

Hang the dirt in the wind

And split the flame apart

Swaying naked in a vision

My excuse for a heart

Of vain ambition

She failed to depart

Was a mother in remission

In a bloody repetition

The artist and the art

She was the fruit and the tree

The serpent and eve

She was the earth of the greenest of gardens I’ve seen

She was the mist of a morn

And the dust newborn

She was the muse of my songs that I poured all my wrongs

When a century goes

The lonely primrose

Shall forever sway by the side of my corpse

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I'm bombarded with flowers

the broken lute at my end

then I'd throw it to the horizon

and help me god!

the blue hyacinths

choke me till I repent

repent until I'm dead

I've never lived before

and while I'm napping

the minute grasses, the saplings

would look at me and scream

'to the heavens, god-speed! my kin'

I'll cry for I miss my shadow

to the Holy city in my head

I would finally go

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Tulips in a sway

A bumblebee in the wind

Lands on a dew drop

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Girls can kill

Even their scent can kill

Taking in a whirlwind

My frozen temptation

My delicate fears

Leave me be

With a tinge of despair

In fringes nowhere

Sparing the echoes of guilt

And laying them

In liminal air

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There’s this sacred temple in my hometown

With its very own winds and a scent

Where the raindrops don’t hit the sands

With a tree that an angel would rent

And the birds would flock to the altar

Where the fruits were thrown for the sins

There’s a shrine for the ancient deities

And a priest who calls them his kin

We’d go for a walk barefooted

He’d put some earth on our heads

And in a dimmed blue chamber

Where women were forbidden to tread

There lived the statues of limestone

And bees in the woodwork on floor

And on its rooftop I was told

That my mother with a diamond would go

She built an ornate white stand

For the heaviest of incense to burn

It would pull on the brooding fig leaves

And tease them to the ground that they yearn

Once in a midnight of moon

It was lighted as an emperor’s hall

The floating bright yellow orbs

Were tethered to the short carven walls

And oh the scores of people

And the scores of drums and horns

We saw that tree dwelling angel

In a prayer at the reach of dawn

We saw the magic of that place

Through the scent of the curtain of smoke

Through the heaps of flowers at the gate

Through the chants and the songs of the folk

I’d still go to my home at end

And still would pass by to mourn

But I’ll come again to that tree

On a day when I die alone

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Tedious our lives are

As we leave them behind us

Even the souls of kindest

Get lost and fail

For such is love

And we love its blindness

To the lark and the harpist

I’ll never call

You - the larcenist of naive souls

Never be a seraph in skies of dawn

To hold your hand or a door

With gold decor

Word by the utterly venomous word

From lips rubescent

And sharp as a crescent

At the fount of youth

I only weep

As I revel in loving a thief

And see to you I was merely present

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I was on my way to greet

To greet for your love

But I never should have gone

To hold the broken door

Or try to kiss your brow

Maybe that’s all I need

Maybe I just want to feel

Your sighs on my shoulder

A hug when it’s colder

Now you are a stranger

And I’m the lost scout

Just let me drown in misery

My pride and shame please let them be

And purge myself with doubt

Maybe that’s all I need

Maybe I just want to feel

In my heart a little warmth

A shadow of a home

But when I see your lips tremble

And a bashful tear slips by

And then I’d see your secrets

Those telling eyes are traitors

You just cannot say goodbye

So

Goodbye…

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Wonder how my mind is laden

An altar blessed with a dark gown

On a pale lithe and a beautiful maiden

With jet black hair or a raven shading

Donning an even darker crown

A concealed smile and a secret glistening

In depths of her eyes I’ll see

And the garlands of black roses listening

Together to prayers of our christening

Under an autumn tree

At crossroads of our final vow

To let you bind me to duty

Hark the cherubim flutter above

Envy ever to my burning love

On your haunting beauty

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For an April wind I’ll yearn

And find a cozy cottage with bees

A lonely home in the silent woods

A light smoke amidst the trees

And long tables of hearty foods

With flavours wafting in the breeze

And boxes of unknown teas

On a chilly morn I’ll ride

My brotherly horse to the paradise

And there when I exclaim our song

Glance at me and heed my cries

Or let me hear you sing along

Bless me with your hazel eyes

Or your smile would suffice

Once more I’ll face the beast

To end the day with the sight

Of an arch along your rosy lips

And your warm soul alight

Under a bleak crimson eclipse

In the dead of a winter night

With a shield of ice I’ll fight

At the very end of forever

On ends of my servitude

To that deserving divine being

Lest my life ever elude

I vow to finally sing

Our endless song if could

And cease your solitude

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The shame

To be betrayed by

One who I barely knew

For I ventured too deep

Too deep

To love someone

So far as you

You still speak to me

In curt replies

Who am I to wish

an untainted love

From you who rest

On another’s heart

Who am I to cry

or perish by lies

As I watch my crumbled vows

And sorrow scented sighs

In a kingdom divine

A quiet corner there

On a field of golden sand

Was blessed and cared

With an incensed shrine

Of an olden faith

Built for you

And your flaming hair

Let the world worry

On the sanity of mine

Lest they deceive me

At the end of times

I’ll be the candle

At the fiery altar

And forever tend

To that burning shrine

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The wind falls as the blonde whispers

To the racing vermin it doesn’t cheer

As lightening floats in one’s eye

So does her sharp stare ever present

Blackened and charred as a heart austere

And the ashen remains’ lilting descent

Scares me word by the haunting word

As she sings of a blood red crescent

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My lover, this warm night

Is for the stars only

For the blood stained lips

Of faint wine hint

And for the blessed and wretched

Soul of mine

A prayer for the looming chance of flight

The touch of your sultry eyes

Send my mind to its demise

Alas when the wayward hearts behave

It’s all but a guilt and the fleeting shame

Till then fill my head with poison

Beneath your stare under the ice

Now burn your dress it lies

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In a fever once I dreamt

A white swan in a chapel

A sick dark wound was bleeding

From a tired heart barely beating

In my arms a bloody red apple

Left for rot and maggots to feed in.

How the heavenly choir carries

The light incense smoke

Dancing like some ghostly virgins

In their gossamer silks floating

To the cadence of her footstep dallies

To the rhythm I stalk

To meanings she sought in

The sordid feat today I merry

In pits of hell be surely wrought in