Rust on my paintings.

Rust on my paintings
Vaguely cries
A fair so sadly
Debts me overpriced
Oblivious to insolent
No gasps of surprise
As the time falls over
Rust on  paintings
Vaguely cries.


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This is my recent painting ‘Delirium’.
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Her colors.

She endeavored to erase her fears
Her chastity needed to be firm
Amongst the crowd she craved appreciation
Or a fanciful applaud to endure.

Like a pagan she grew from the soil
But her feets were curdled in froths of dark
Whenever she failed to taste dear victory,
She howled to herself,
She needs her compromising.

But violet were her dreams
And discolored her fractions,
Sour her words
And bitter her artistry.

A girl with a lilac face
Covered in Black History.

Gambling again.

Sublime a curse this fortnight,
A bijou wordplay be spared,
Causality of this sin be overlooked,
I’m falling in love unfair.

A peril custody has escaped,
But shattering delinquent,
Never retires this phase,
Oblivious to this perfidious,
I !might gamble again like always…

Dices thrown over life,
Doth not right be strangled,
Insight of delirium fools again ,
This Winner won,
Contrived my Soul Again.

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8 March 2016.

Nostalgic sounds….

Are we alone,

With nostalgic  sounds taking over our beings,

Being reminded we are barren souls,

With hollow bones and flesh sinned,

With steps like whisper,

And voices howling,

We deny the  most desired feels,

Are we alone in this world,

With nostalgic sounds taking over

Our beings…….




Shall i breathe….

Another day just passed by ,
Under the shade of Melted lights,
My soul greeds forbthe unknown bliss,
And my heart longs for your poisonous kiss,
Shall i breath or end this misery,
Into your strong arms,
Or live this hiss…

I stay here for your gleaming eyes to wipe my
Streaming tears off,
Alone with a look ,
Spare me your love,
I shall cover myself with it alone,
Loving your soul to the core…..