Poem

The price of silence :

A crystal polished by words…

I know you’re not sleeping

Cause we’re both goblins

I know you’re not sleeping…

Two freesias – my eyes

Your lips looking for my breasts…

You will forgive me, eventually

Cause I’ve paid

The price of silence….

I am the lotus bud
That you opened
On the very first day of monsoon.
I am the lotus flower
That moulds your feeling
and I am about to be
Unwillingly
Your superconscience.

AUTUMN GOBLINS

Gloomy, dampened nights,

Ushers of my sorrow,

Dim, malignant lights

Mourn for never morrow…

Black ravens hastily bloomed

Onto my heart’s estate,

Desires softly tombed ,

Premise deep desolate.

Autumn – a winged odour,

Caresses my dreams dallied,

Recurrent yellow murder,

It’s me, or autumn pallid ?

The Queen of Hearts I draw

Decisions in love valley,

Losing two Knaves I saw,

The third, fantastically

Embodies autumn’s dare:

Mere wealth or dying leaves ?

Not to abide I swear

Dream knaves – my soul’s goblins….