11 Feb 2016

Strangers and Lovers

Posted by Oblivion in Poetry | 3:29pm


from the table afar
beckoned by a brief glance
she smiled at him;
a moment so joyful
it effaced all time,
all the years
and every minute
they parted for

a fate so cruel
they part every time
if they meet as lovers;
a destiny so kind
their paths cross
as if bound to,
if strangers
they pretend to be

so they vowed
in whispers quiet,
silent and unspoken,
that they shall
meet as strangers
so familiar
they need not utter a word

but yet
she was afraid
if he has brought along
the past –
a bittersweet secret
that only they
(she and he) know

but his hands were bare
bare as the agony
of a longing
that still burns,
a longing
that they never let
to their fingertips
or the unkissed lips

at midnight hour
the day before
he walked through
the stooping corridors
of time
through the burlesque
labyrinths of memory
through the crumbling
walls of dreams
and hurled
into the deepest woods
that precious secret

at dawn
as it lay frozen
in a stray nest
a squirrel stopped by
and ate it fine
the restless eagle
finished the remains

so his hands were bare
he doesn’t need carry
the weight
of the time gone by
he can now see it all
in her eyes
which, with one glance,
melt both
the dreams that were
treasured in the past
and memories
of this evening
he will take to the grave

he smiled, too
but said not a word
for, what if
it will, yet again,
invite the wrath
of the brutish fate

she stood up
and briskly walked out
before even her fragrance
could waft along
his bearded cheeks

minutes later
as the fumes
of unshared coffee
felt the two empty chairs
all one could hear
was the deep sigh
of two hearts
that belong

 

11 Feb 2016

Thought-less Mortals

Posted by Oblivion in Poetry | 3:26pm


imagination
makes love
to memory
and a thought is born

consensual and timeless
always
is their act

when they have an orgasm
the baby becomes an idea
that surmounts
sibling rivalry
and stands the test of time

when climax is feeble
the baby, blind,
becomes an ideal
that drags his brothers all
into killing fields

the two inseparable
lovers never marry
therefore
the children are born
out of wedlock

a few you abandon
some you abort
and some you rear
and those you rear –
they, in turn,
rear you!

 

11 Feb 2016

Six Degrees

Posted by Oblivion in Philosophy & Design / Typography | 3:21pm


Six Degrees