Chapter 5: Ascent


Dull are the days of spontaneous, Love And dull are the days you tried With a knife at your neck I’d leave you a lull And you’d have pined it inside  Love is not even close to being the strongest emotion. There is no perpetuity in it; the crude adrenaline cocooned by the ‘butterflies’. It…

The Phoenix


The burnt meadows they lie so still, Uttering a prayer alike the fallen woods. In winter, they yearn a revelling death, As shadows dust with cold. Oh lord! They say, play hope no more, Let cease the trivial life, The tears they heal the cradle’s pine. Christ be born, let incendie, For sans virgin, it…

A Poet’s Delight


Oft when trance calls my name, I sit and I do ponder. Can i wail with a feather in hand And other, a wine, much fonder. Midnight tells a pendulum; While I hear a silence in the distance. The smoke of some cuban delight, A seduction of that evening rain; It percolates with the crimpson…