Adieu

Adieu, I hear her whispering A bitter sigh upon her lips Her body’s ache is audible Her pain shimmers before my eyes   Her face is blank with resistance Yet I see her grim turmoil as It wreaks havoc – beneath her brow Lurks her mind’s unrelenting ghost   I want to touch her, andContinue reading “Adieu”

Regret

— A standalone extract from my new book, about a mad painter in Renaissance Venice. He sat, up on the terrace, beneath a cloudy night sky that obscured the stars, everything but the moon that had reached the climax of its monthly journey. Even then, he could not make out the contours of that glowingContinue reading “Regret”

Across the void

I call; my voice falls on deaf ears – Words echoing into the void They’re searching for a listener, And the person who’ll chase my fears   I beg you, if you hear my cry You’ll give me a signal at last So that I may have my answer; May know the truth before IContinue reading “Across the void”

Broken

Dear Love, why does it hurt so much When all the pieces fall apart An aching wound, a bleeding hole; Though I once yearned to be alone Sweet love how did it all go wrong When was it that our paths diverged? What took us travelling on this course; Or were we doomed right fromContinue reading “Broken”

Blackout

It comes, sometimes so sudden Like fog in the mountains, Descending into every rise And fall of the slopes and valleys; Erasing all sense of up and down, as The whole world turns a numbing white   Only it’s black, black and hot As a burning sensation rushes to your head And sparks of concentratedContinue reading “Blackout”

Hate

Hate you strike, without a thought A sudden tempest on a calm spring day Plucking at the cherry blossoms Their fragile petals, fair like snow Now stained with blood, and the tears Of too many punctured promises Dreams that will never come true As the storm sweeps them from sight   Up above, a burningContinue reading “Hate”

The woman she can be

She’s seduced by confident looks The promise of protection She’s unsure, unsteady, unknown Straight into his arms she runs   Confused bird Wings still growing Dazzled child Heart in awe   She’s told her thoughts don’t matter And that pleasure’s not for her She just has to listen and please For now, let go ofContinue reading “The woman she can be”

Blood Leaves

Image: Road to Liguria, Italy – Herman Rhoids The dark forest stretched ahead. Trees wrestled with each other in their search for the sun, yearning to be gilded by light. But their growth is warped, bodies twisted, locked together in a vicious embrace. She thrust apart the branches, struggled between sentient trunks. Twigs recoiled, and thornsContinue reading “Blood Leaves”