Fear Of Fear

Afraid enough to go
Foregone conclusions
Biting memories 
Crawling serpents
In a womb of chains
Tone down the sirens
Wake up the spiders
Wind up your wishes
Wheels of time rushes


A train of thoughts in clutter
A taint of past in bitter
Lies lie to a love letter
Walking past a primer
All left is a veneer


Orphans of dreams
Dreams of dust
Dust of distance
All in a row, boneless marrow
Caring coats, But I love a blanket
Blue life embroidered
A hammer broken again


Against a wall of veils
Thunder stroke its fingers
Empty hands did it again
Trials of invisibles
Kites of swollen lungs
Keep a bridge of shades
Killed all left instincts
Entice the knife, your tongue


Tree of life
Tree uprooted from life
Say, minutes to go
Split ocean wait for tides
Senile Sun, rises too often
And you call it a day
I name it a doom


Praying curtains
Speak in your slits
Ahead of tomorrow
Sieges of archaic instinct
May be a curse is a cursor
Might not, your illness
Ignore me, my foes
You are foretold


Left and right of a fear of love
Broken arrows here and there
I found you in a dear grave
A grave mistake of a naive
Sold out the silver tongue
Still inching for a weave


Ink less of a blood
More of a dead
Continues to tread
Painless roads ahead
And there lies a head
Brown of a rotten red

Lonely Lights

I am not bothered about the waterfalls
I might have missed the faces
They have measured my fathoms 
Clouds are often misquoted by us
Where are the curtains
I want them to hide my runs
Still awful are my heights


I keep climbing the fallen trees


Gone are the stillness
what we see are no more oceans
Irregular illness, I salute your sadness
For they meet my seasons 


I will call letters in charms
It withers often in pipes
fuming eyes, they cling to the hopes
And many more inmates in darkness


I resist the suggestions
Wake up my wounds
You need to remember the wings
They are ever tied to the sins


Trivial problems
They charge my veins
Pointed fingers are never in miss
Change your course, if I confess