Conveyer

As she opens the door with the anticipation eyes frantically looking  and gazing into the emptiness looking for that loved face she always adored a chill went down her spine and fearing the worst seeing the two soldiers with a crestfallen look on their dejected faces at her door she banged closed the door trying the erase that …

Expect

“To wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect” ― Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility Behind a closed door Inside a long beautiful veil After a long wait a glimpse of him through that passing train Pacing up and down the corridors waiting to hear that soulful cry Looking up and down the list …

Street Lights

The dimming street lights cast a long shadow you are taking long strides to keep the demons away from catching up to you You are hiding your soul saving it Not ready to make a deal with with the devil yet the flickering light in your heart is giving you way While the night engulfs …

Desire

“Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love.”  ― Friedrich Nietzsche If I drink and lick that sweet wine that elixir dripping from your fingers it will resurrect all my ashen dreams lying lifeless in my graveyard of thoughts it will resurrect me and bring me down will take out the nails and un-crucify …

Voice

When I heard you the first time I shifted my gaze to look for you in that crowded room your deep-throated voice stirred something inside my soul and started something I didn't know   When I heard you the first time I felt as if you have called out to my sleeping soul and shook me …

Covert

I have a secret message a covert skill  I am  conversant with, I have written you a million times  scribbled you secretly  nipped and tucked you in my verses hiding from the prying eyes folded neatly between the pages of my poetry  tucked  secretly under the  poetic verses you can find my eternal love dripping in those context …

Nostalgia

“how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet” ― Robert Browning Hidden between the pages of my favorite book or lying as crushed petals between those folds scenting and filling up my senses will all the nostalgia all the days and nights there have been and many more Sleeping quietly as …