I know not the reason of the sudden phantasmagoria of the dreams of yore
Dandling carelessly with the dagger embellished in the blood of that bloody nightmare, in left
And in right, a feather dipped in the caramel of that sweet bloody nightmare
To trickle through the dungeons of an enameled heart fastened with emotions unkempt
I know not the reason of the caving in of long held jinx, the deceit of my talisman
That happened within moments of a finger flick, of course uncalled for,
Breaking down to a disdainful rupture
Strewed across the mottled mosaic, encrypted with fragments of curses
Glistening with eyes of suspicion, perhaps probing into an unmanned future
Exorcising the saint in me……………
I know not the reason of the unusual usurp of the eccentricity of pallbearers
Moaning at the depart of a twin soul, wailing at the coup de grace of a saga untold
Groping for the last touch of a cold hand and blue face …..
YET I KNOW THE REASON OF
The shrinking glorious mangroves of past, which once,
echoed with the roar of the felines, reverberated with the sound of cuckoos and ravens……
YET I KNOW THE REASON OF
Marauding waters and receding coastlines of the golden beach ,
garnished with calciferous skeletal remnants,
Deep fried with refined red and violet rays upon a hot array of silica…….
YET I KNOW THE REASON OF
The enraged crystal castle sitting at poles apart ,strutting and paddling through the troubled waters
Armed with canons of water , scheming to lynch the mass with “ FLAMES OF WATER ”
