in the heat of downpour
and the feverish showers
of rainfall
i open my heart to give a call
...
my life is a boulevard
i am a piece of broken dreams
my life is a bough
...
smouldering into ashes
of powdery passion,
spent sentiments of
a stolen, broken heart
...
iron sharpens iron
you sting and you smile
i blink as i drink
from the waters of your words
...
when poetry stings
there's someone who smiles
from the cadences of infused passion
to the rhythm of a gyrating emotion
...
look beyond what you see
see beyond what you look
only child's eye fears painted devil
even in the vale of vicious circle
...
imagery of a lone voice
in the jarring symphony
of loneliness in the wilderness
of whirling winds of indifference
...
in the dim and distant past four fledgling lips
at a tryst assuaging their thirst
searing sentimental secrets felt only
...
there are some words
inexplicable that escape my lips
there are some feelings
indefinable that defies my reasons
...