snowflakes of ashes

Feet ascend the dingy stairs
if my aural sense could be seen
the visibility is null
i touch those frigid fingers, possessed in cold
devoid of warmth of the soul
mind rolls back to the memories
her expression of love can be gauged by the spoons of sugar
that aided the creation of super sweetened chai
the memories roll like 'sunday family' flicks
It's said when you age
when the bodyclock reaches the threshold of maturity
the mind goes backwards
her medium of communication roamed unexplored territories
only the toddler could understand her feelings
the kid reigned where everyone failed
as she shares a secret conversation
the frequencies which can never meet our rational minds
now the infant tries to reach out to her again but the signals turn dry
held on the shoulders of four
she prepares for the final journey
Enrobed in the heap of damp woods
the flame now pierces through...
the bones which are laminated in the layer of shrivelled skin
tears of remorse trickles down the eye
remorse of time depriving me with her
when she needed us the most

the air is now consumed in the snowflakes of ashes

Glutton for sedation

Stand staring d room, drowned in the mist of indigo hues
the sterilized metal coated pods shine in the nascent light
now that the misery in the world amplifies
Man makes sure his sense doesn't burst up in flames
so yea the pods
the pods picture themselves as tiny metal warts
sprouting out of the skin
like a subway staircase leading to the veinal railway with
brain as the rendezvous point
Entertainment comes in the form of syringes
TV is the secret ingredient of those sedating hormones
Tequila worms are shrunk to the size of blood platelets
green shimmering fluid 'x' grins from the globular containers
fabricated blasphemy cements the walls
The walls around the emotions that strikes the neurons
the senses are tranquilized
as the walls are reinforced with layers of itself
the battle is won
smirks flows through the face of the

glutton for sedation

Monochromatic rainbows

The dark corridor and your beauty lits where the horizon ends
walking through the blinding darkness with a hope inspired by the aura
as the steps fuel the desperation
the white silhouette beckons
hope is now a certainty
the walks are now strides
but now you fade off like a death of a supernova
with each beat of my heart you dissolve in the darkness
the charm vapourises as i reach the end
I weep in agony
turned to the deafening silence
and there you are shimmering again in white where the perspective ends...