The Black Rose

Pardon me.....
If my voice ebb away from stirs nigh your bay.
Leisure had breathe a lean compassion, as I walk this paved way.
On mine poor angst nerves, with me a lone black rose for you I take.
Time again weigh I mine feelings, whence heart flowers emotions in severest of make.
A numbness of mind, a seizure of frame, our fair smiles glare miles apart.
Stepping upon these winding walks through thine glades, waxes it this very heart.
The wind weeps in lament, a phantom of regression, it clasps.
Percutient puddles ripple through mine world, the creeks in elder trees rasp.
A black rose for you I bring, sans thorns, to grace your abode in eternal slumber.
All weeks, I stand here, a devout bent upon same pilgrimage, barefoot upon golden ember.
Spread before you, gentle petals of mine rose;From within,
Her tender shore, a fragrance ferries me near , by your grave I lean.
Once the rosebud white as swan-feathers, to you I'd gave.
How serenity morphs to narcissus, believe you I rant and rave.
But the abyss of fire has shown, once thine petals so white.
Had burnt and black'd be blown, as grave tended to light.
The reeds play music of own measure with ghastly grace.
The lake beside thine grave, ne'er it shows mine sans thine face.
Don't you wonder why the sun hides every time we meet.
Afraid it is of the amorous wills and a blinding to the eye, it greets.
Remember the day!You stepp'd out of my life in belief of taking naught.
Without me but with most of me, have you e'er given it a thought?
Subtle serenity, clad in stone, the Gods had prided upon thine creation.
Noble gravity in elaborately feigned arrogance upon modesty's fashion.
Dearest ! It's naught but an echt requiem in my sorrows.
Wonderful how a-live from a dead's memories', flecks he borrows.
Like a Believer, in you faith I'll keep.
Look, if state allows, into the darkness of my heart deep.
Cause the music emanating from mine lyre, you are.
As the air I breath'd, you were.
As the life's outlines in myriad shades, you'll be.
Dream I of an escape, a devastating freedom as from thine breath thee lay free.
Etch my name on your home, hold fortitude yet, to walk away.
Invoke, plead, beg of you to falter in grace, yet ne'er sway.
I shall join you soon, for then my rose might morph to its white.
Its petals'll dictate passionate decorum, washing away all bodily plights.
Till the filthy seasons of lust are forever gone, bliss shall lend her eternal eyes.
To behold but in momental awe, the homecoming of a love once faraway, Godly spirits'll rise.
Ne'er imagined-thine demise, submission with a curt smile, will become for me the verve.
My black rose, your beauteous grace,Creation's flaming trophy;Come delight my love.........

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Wither With Life

I am a slave to consequences
But death is my ally
She craves my presence in her realms
Here my mind speaks while there already my soul lay
Life,then just tends to wither away
Lips move but only fear has the final say
Body's frozen but screams for freedom
I'll take the path angels fear to tread on
This heart beats
And it does beat itself, to pieces
When it does care about what one says
People shed tears for this dying soul
The scars on my mind have become gaping holes
They don't know what's left of me
Because it is only the frenzy around
That they can see
Still Life is a withering brightness
The meadows green and the grasses lush
The crowd jovial and the city's in a rush
Still I'll move on with my diabolic ally
Bleed myself to death if be the taste, shall I
Hope that someone special comes with a kryptonite
Will make some souls flip tonight
Hope that I die, I might
When the drizzle is quenching my veins
Death to life is just the means
Death will certainly bring me back to life
When everything desensitizes
The lights around me begin to fade
Through this endless scrutiny,everyone will wade
But I believe it's amnesia in my fleeting mind
That I die to forget every night
I sit and wait for yet another sight
Of gloom and despair taking flight
Cravings are of eternal pausement of life
These pangs are not for every other, but is a private strife
Life was a journey and not a chase
All I wish is to wither with glory and a tranquil face
I know-I'll keep on living after Death
If ever there arise the need to seek me
All you need to do is to climb over those mountains
That is ethereally greener on the other side
It, being the sole key to find Death and her ally
Neither can you escape it, nor it can you,cause there's just no alibi
Believe me now,hear me out, look into my eyes
The watch is right to get rid of my mental strife
Cause it was then as it is now
I have just begun to wither away with my life....

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You Never Tell Why.........

I'll say that relations are meant to be broken....Oops..Sorry....That goes for the law.........so...i was saying  relationships seldom survive the full circle....and somewhere in the clock hand's path, after the crack has developed, it becomes all so obvious.....Then, everyone loves to speak ill and low of the counterapart......However, sometimes a certain discomfort (whether positive or negative, I still am unaware of that.....Maybe it depends on one's guilt-meter) develops....So lets see.....!


Sprawled amidst the comfort of my closure, I wake.
Virgin beginning to the life of which nothing's left or to take.
A morn "good" we started with which we commenced, a night devastating with we parted.
A blame sprung neither upon you, nor upon me, for it was us who'd upon it started.
The glory of departure yours, a tale of disgrace mine.
The petals of roses mine, the thorn laden foliage thine.
A waking blink, crumbled am I, with past day's end.
Through, the glistening ruby, the moonlight with my blood blends.
Might it be a figment, an illusion framed by mine mind.
To seek what heart desires above rest, answers to your charades, I fail to find.
Go about the day, wish of an unfulfilled lightning on me struck.
With every slow closure, a pose of you lies stuck.
By the crossroads , wait every eve, for your very breath.
A wind to my rains, a last caress to my waiting death.
Life ends with every day called, vanishes as the night falls.
Rubescent eyes, dark thoughts, shimmering masquerade of shadows appear to my calls.
Association of affection gone, now I know you a nemesis sans cause.
Retribution, thine game, a bold etalage of orgy thereafter sans a pause.
A knife, blood-stained crystal of Fate, gracing my fingers, need there be for a kill.
On the verge, I topple, almost pierces through, "Ah! What a thrill..!"
I hear thine sardonic laughs like a child.
Coldness embraced shrieks, instead of choking all riled.
On your palm, an endless wonder of lines that speak truth without sound.
In your eyes, await rusted tireless hunger looking for another prey to ground.
Dear!I hold you no more, so, have a little more of not enough.
More of what is less, isn't love no more, but of the same you're dreaming of.
Why do you kill me so, instead of staring at shortcomings.
A false faith in you I bank,knowing you'll learn to make the best of things.
Don't you remember, the day of rain, when on my shoulder you'd cried.
Wetted devastation befell, when the tears washed away thine stains of false pride.
In remembrance of thine ire, love became insatiate.
A favor for you, though misplaced justice for me, late.
But swear I, lost am I not and nor my soul.
Still at heights, wonderment of how beautiful it'd to be fall.
The graffitied altar seems like the only home.
No place of rest, no hopeful glow under your darkened dome.
Ne'er you realize that you're the one not letting the bond grow.
Without sanity or a reason, every dusk you kill me so.
Not poison or blades inferior, but with the slightest of utterance.
You kill me inch by inch, won't you be over with a wicked lance?
Amongst the schemes, all the tricks we try to play.
Only dreams will defy and hold their sway.
A bank of murky water, I behold and frown.
Not to swim through to you, but with you to drown.
This dawn a failure in you belies, for I've escaped thine frail grasp, will I not to die.
A breath by breath, drop by a drop, you e'er kill me so but you ne'er tell why..........