With light treading horizons,
receding tides in effulgence,
leaves swirling in white foam
and ripening raspberries,
lost were melodies of childhood,
laughter of innocence.

In between murmurs and
absolute silence, undulating pain absorbed his
naïve nipples.

A little puddle of drool on
daddy’s chest,
for he knew no words.

Count on stars and lullaby hours,
for he knew the time for
bruises, bites, burn and ache.

Digging fingers and licking tongue
wasn’t a girlfriend’s delight,
he now know words but
void were they,
voices defined peripheries, dull and deaden
he lay.

Another decade flew away.

He know no boundaries, no room in his
room of scars,
in trickling blood from
stung lips, breathing breaches, scratched gap,
rouged face and earnest eyes,
fearless he stood.

Hope like springs that autumn would ease smile,
hope like stars that sunshine would become their taste,
hope like a woman that glass ceiling would bow in her grace,
hope like a man that feminism would not image men hatred
hope like hope that hope would hope till hope fulfill its hope.

Tonight is a black night.
It’s been a fortnight since you deserted me,
I lay on the hood like we used to.
Up there; behind the clouds
you play with me,
I look up and you hide.
I look down,
your effulgence denounces that you came out.

But tonight is a black night.

Where is your comely transit?
Complete darkness surrounds me,
nimbus overpowered the sky.

I warn you.

It will rain but not rain,
forever,
and when you come out,
I would go, forever.

I warn you.

If I am incomplete so are you,
if I am in dark so are you,
and if you hide, so would I.

I warn you.

No more chasing,
you have become out of reach.
That brilliance would no more attract,
that stealing would no more fascinate.

I warn you.

Come back.
For it is difficult to remember,
effortless is to forget.

I warn you.

If I am alone, so are you,
in this unbroken world
I am solitary,
In that unbroken sky
you are solitary.

Tonight may be a black night
but it is not undying
and when you take shape,
I would walk out.

Tonight may be a black night,
but tonight will pass into nothingness
and you will lose your existence.
You will lose me.

Amidst the bed of petals
and dancing beams netted on ripples,
embellished with beads were the paper boats.
The day light moon sneaks through
shades of misty rose adoring
every touch of zephyr.

Whilst beauty pours from nature’s brink,
and shelters fill without a blink,
I see faces.

Somewhere between nightmares and sleep,
somewhere between smiles and lines,
somewhere between blue and red.

From losing present to building past,
illusions would be forever.

Do I not belong to them?