Afreen

"I wish quivering lips go easy, the intoxication is bewitching..
One bewitched veil, slowly tells us of the break of dawn with a smiling face"

Oh..

How the dimples flank her....
My eyes watch in awe the sights...
My fight..My first flight...
Eyes are dreams..passion in existence...
And the sky converge in those eyes...


Mon amour...
speak of love,speak slow
speak of love,speak low.....

In this scheming crowd wish your hand is always in mine
And lost in the obscurity of your lips...

Oh...

I listen to the silent eloqunce of the kiss...
The kiss...
Brushed past a decade..an age..
Of the melting snow..
Or the rising sun
From the tranquil wave of emotions...


I am tearing myself apart again...


Mon amour...
speak of love,speak slow
speak of love,speak low....


In this feared necropolis...
The greyish emotions..
Pitch black lies....
white fangs...


A little lost soul...
seeking solace...empathy...
never craved for crimson petals...
or the white rose...
velvet cedars...


When I am walking the luminated dungeon...
I'm following your afterglow...


My name is love..
I'm Eros..

When I take a look around....

Sitting all alone on my doorstep,
Chatting away with dejection....
As confidence tumbled down the dungeons...
I headed for deeper resentment...


All of a sudden..


Felt a hand on my shoulder blade..
Not a hand...a resolute grip...
I shuddered..but the grip only tightened with time..
paid no heed to the immobilizing pain..
tried to fight with petty indifference...
But..of no avail....


The moment came...


of looking back..
to see the reason that my mind is tired of a thousand screams..

and

to my utter joy...Disbelief...astonishment...
and shock...

It was "time" standing with a smile...


A sheepish smile...
which soon turned menacing
as he introduced me to his son...

memory

The hand that was thrust towards me...
Fragile fingers.....and throbbing blue veins...


Was it a friendly gesture...
Or a deathly approach???


I know not...


Anger lashed out at him...
He was unscathed


Last bout of consciousness I remember...
That sprinkled hope on me...
A blemish...


or

The aura of dull,faded red...
setting the sky ablaze..
Never ever...
I gazed and contemplated..


but in the reflection of the scheming redness in my eyes...

I found silence encrypted in time....