A Pleasant Distraction

Whenhammer he is drunk, be aware; He will not amble out. Anger waves will blow up his very heart. He will first finish up with his reading table; A wooden low table longing for a flame. Then he will drive his Cadillac through the department store’s front window, gets a two pounds’ steel hammer,  he needs it to escape.

Entirely unconscious; ran across the road, kick her main door. The bathroom door will not hold him from getting her. He has a hammer, remember? Will she escape or will she face a gloomy destiny?

She cries, her voice calmed him down at bit. Kind a woke up from alcohol.  Yes, he hears you; speak out; Love, just like you, I loved your distraction. Time to hold you in my arms. Please move closer; feel my heart.

He cries: I am sorry baby.

as lights dim..

Nights Shimmer as he plays the blues

Bottom deck grief saxophone; felt like

a heart stroke; his immune system crumbles.

She smiles with face like a sunflower facing sunshine

Rays of light penetrates her pink slim lips

Curtains parted as lights dim

barefooted dancing solo;

Fulfilling arrogance; yet,

Exclusively,  in his arms.

Crystallizing nicked truths, illusions

Foliage sings farewell song

Alone in the water-less forest; kind of.

Gutter of life expands;

Stage of life, the way it is,

So far, rotten alcoves.

 

Dear Partner..

Dear Partner:

It has been years since we first met

Crazy times passed

Time is a miracle
by which, your arrogance fades
Excitement has gone dry
Eyes sparkles no more
Boring entertainment
Tears spoils the evenings
Hearts cry with doubts
Wishing the way home gets longer

Then get lost in a highway,

To another city, where he can be alone..

All alone…

Loneliness might heal his bleeding lungs

Mornings might shine again..

On Curves coated with volcanic ash

An elegant wonder: What a partnership!

Just Keep Me..

He stared yelling; you did it.

Gosh, I trusted you. How dare you?

Somehow she managed to stay calm,

Not till the moment,

Ugly are those feelings,

Overwhelming lonely nights,

From the balcony, she hears his breath,

So deep, anger extends,

Never mind it, feelings faded,

Just savor our red wine,

remember its taste over your skin.

It cools him down, every time.

Swirled thoughts on the bed head board,

Wait for the dawn, your wound bleeds till Friday.

Heal, exhale, yoga will not do,

empty head, blurred eyes,

She collapsed on his shoulder,

Darling, just keep me,

Vacant spacious bed, then,

You can always enjoy me; daring,

your anxiety.

without women!!

What would men be without women? Scarce, sir…mighty scarce.”  ― Mark Twain

Further, womana scene of gloomy nights,

Fuzzy moon, shines darkness,

                         Cracked lungs,

                           Weak hearts,

                       Closed airports,

                        No passengers,

                     Empty lounges,

Notorious lifestyle,

Five starts hotels suffers,

 Car dealers goes bankrupted.

                   Life is just tailor –made around a woman’s splendor.

 

Just For You…

Every now and then;

when he craves for Intimacy,

on his knees begging you to stay,

when he goes crazy about your fantasy curved waist,

when he crumbles breathless, hear his heart rustles.

Remember, immortal hummingbirds over your window;

Just like him, seeking warm shelter from snowing skies;

Manipulative; the one he worships.

just like a quill in a storm, he falls for her; distractions goes blurred.

He whispers: Darling,

how about dinner, candle lights, and a saxophonist playing just for you?

Guilty Pleasures

Atrocious were the ancient wounds.

Jasmine breeze under moon light deepens his scars,

His soul enjoyed horrible pleasures,

The uneven guilty ones at dawn,

Just never mind me, it will be over soon,

Once my weak heart dashes into bits.

By then, she will be hugging another,

hugs that praises shallow guilty pleasures.

Sick of guilt, fears, and lousy you.