November Wordsworth

Tik-tak goes a clock The sun set to set Ticks a ticking time bomb  Sands sink down a kink. Sorrow has darkened my world Days have fallen short of light Vehemently nights have been hurled down,  to long emerald hours of wretchedness. Proven "stage four." at last diagnosis days numbered spirit fallen short of grace "Isn't it me that needs saving?" On a finger my days are counted.  Months for days, days for hours Here stands I at the end of a road.  my lamp of hope dimmed,  All left, is anticipation for afterlife. @juliuscseguya  Sandglass  

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 found my self not lone Lonely but fine I can't notice when we got here What maters is I am fine My joy depended on you My blood flew for you Today It's shocking that I no longer have the goosebumps Not even chills down my spine May be someday Though I doubt!

Fixed you But left my heart in fire Not that was I wrong All I wanted was peace Though left my heart in pieces.  Wonder whether you feel the pain too At times That's how it is Always the vulnerable one It's okay.  Cause again I can't sleep without you I can't sleep without you my love.

As he walks out of the door My eyes are dark nimbus clouds They drip what rolls down my cheeks. He knows me Stops at the threshold Looks back at me As I try to imbibe The tears in my eyes. He says; "It won't be long Soon the hour hand will point at twelve again."

In a cloud of smoke, Rodriguez staggers in In between a wine bottle and a cocotte Points at the door, shuts to her face.  Maria gathers what is left of her shattered pieces With a weathered heart  Under the rain, inconsolably she walks.  At a creaky wooden aged bridge,  Maria stares at a lazy tranquil water flow Marvels if her mind might be right.  Her heart would have a share in the flowing waters tranquility, and it would all be done Maria thinks to herself, once over the bridge. 

Left behind that that I had for you A luxe love Had it then lack in now.  As you counted the stars Lost the moon. Slowly, I slipped out of hand.  Like a wilting desert plant Endure the turbulence Think you got a second chance? That would be an absolute trance.

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?

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. 

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.