November Wordsworth

His hands tell His cloak, torn and raggy The sweat he menstruates Pants and groans The look on his face is languid. In distraught & agony he asks Hell or Heaven With one last bit of vigor, he strikes Lifelessly Falls onto the ground Dead & gone!

Her tears of torment are unveiled By a blue moon that shines through an open window.  Her wistful glare at an old photo of late her son And her sunken swollen eyes,  Are gates to netherworld.  Looped in flashes of the old She wails in distraught of desolation She squalls to the devil in a coarse voice.  Perhaps she is heard, saved and sanctified. 

I lost grip Sea waves wobble me here & there Like littered paper cast after use My life is void of grace.  I lost equilibrium Like a leaf on the wind My life is out of balance.  I lost velocity Out of momentum Like a train out of fuel. You are my fuel Please come back to me. 

I am a night owl I sneak out of the door Recline on the stares under the glimmering shine of the moon.  Anguish and whiskey are foes Her touch and a quill are nirvana.  Cherish her who endures my wakes and pops What can she do? She fell in love with a poet!

Broken, flattered & fractured With a bald head, gray hair & a dark mind I swim through memories of despair, distraught & anxiety What used to mean lots is nothing Hope is vapour now  They all are gone All alone, left in my circle of darkness.

Desolate & isolated in a ring of darkness Cremated in a cue of agony Like a dying flame In vein I rummage for emotional grip.  A melody of death lingers in my mind Night and day That's sets my soul ablaze In a solitude of hysterical overwrought.

Winds blow across A tear stained face behind a veil Scorched as her standing ground With bruised hands & feet Deprive & distraught Make the day Amidst despair Her only hope is in Allah Walks midst the fragments of joy Along the ruins of emptiness Forsaken & forgotten. #vss365

I hold pieces Fragments of what's left, Of what we had that is gone With a needle & a thread  I stitch it back together,  Broken patch to torn At the end of the day it's a heart Mutilated beyond repair Shove it behind the ribs May be someday Time will heal the deepest wounds.

Silent but relevant Close when she is distant You've Tasted the salt in my tear Held me tight in my fear A friend indeed Faucet my heart in bleed Tranquil waves of my tide To the destination of my nocturnal ride Is love her who is my eye's onion Or you who is there in oblivion?

My love for you Is a heavy rock in a veil Suspended onto my heart Ravenous for your kisses I await After dusk at you I stare Enumerate the stars in the milky way The adorers of your chroma My heart is a wuthering wind Light years away When are you coming for me My love

Entangled in her shades of grey A weathered heart & a darkened moon.  Awaits from dusk to dawn Days skip her noon.  Wishes to hear his feet up the steps A few months to crawls She sighs in grief.  Little did she know that In running after him She would loose her self. 

Her fragile look obliterates me A feel of betrayal Whom could it have been?  With the perfume all over her.  Trembles in my hands Close to a purr, she whimpers Would've stroked her Though ain't of the ilk.  Like a déjà vu Adamantly again!  Done this time A twinkle in time.

Broken, flattered & fractured a bald head, gray hair  and a dark mind,   through memories of despair,  distraught & anxiety. I swim What used to mean lots is nothing Hope is vapour now  They all are gone All alone,  left in my circle of darkness.

At a her,  Stares a salivating vulture Awaiting for her devour soon as her soul ascends. The sun sets in her eyes amid dapples of tears  lightly groans in agony  whimpers & breathes her last. On the other end of life awaiting for her devour through a camera  an eye witnesses it all happen.