Mercy of Your Grace

Have I failed you?

All this while, lured by 
The shadow’s hue

Whispers of doubters
Had me in false bliss

Of greed, pride and lust
Devoured me to abyss

What remains of me
Has long turned to dust

Now but a wandering soul,
Nothing less, nothing more

At the mercy of your grace.

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The Alcoholic


He found a dream 
He could speaketh to. 
Therein lay a soul,
That which illuminates
His heart of coal.  

Their sight collided
All sense of time, vanished 
Stood there he froze, mesmerised. 
Those angelic eyes
A new world, materialised. 

Enthused he became,
Right from the first time. 
As words proceedeth forth those ruby lips,
They came in semblance of poetry and rhyme.

His mundane canvas,
She would painteth
With most vibrant rays. 
Drawing nostalgic tales
And wishes of future days.

But like the sun that would set
So is this dream state of his. 
And like the sun that would rise again
Alas, this dream did not. 

And now,
She is not more but a remnant 
of his midnight thoughts. 
Intoxicating him to drowse
Like a vintage Bordeaux wine,
Leaving nothing..
but hazy love lines.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Who’s the person you’ve been writing about?”

“Just my fantasies.”


 

Temporary


Have you ever woke up 
And had a sudden feeling
That everything made sense?

For a moment there
The sun did shine,
The stars were aligned.

But only to be proven wrong
As the tide beneath, arise
Altering the ocean’s guise.

And like the grains of sand
That falleth from bulb to bulb
The glass,
Eventually empties.

Though a brief glitter it had been,
‘Twas enough for me.
As life isn’t meant to be dwell
On what you lost.

For what I realised,
Nothing remains eternal
In this evanescent world.

And for what has been 
Crystal clear back then,
Has vanished only to be
Consumed b
y time itself.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Happy endings are only in movies,
And that is because the story ends.”


 

A dream


It has been weeks,
He has been thinking of her.
Thinking of her during rain,
Thinking of her during shine,
Always on his mind,
She’d be dancing.
With her two left feet
She’d be dancing,
To him, stellar moving
To her own beat.

From the east she appears,
To the the west she disappears.
Only to change shadows
Under a dimmer glow.

The jewels in the sky
Would join in,
Join in on peaceful silence
With a cold night zephyr.
A requiem of such grandeur
They formed altogether.
Playing a harmonious tune
Full of emotions.

And in contemplation,
Life flashes.
Realised he,
His favourite lullaby
That he plays
Fore slumber arriveth.