Frayed Identity

Inner lining unseen

An extra layer for the skin

A filter of deadly rays of light

A cover for our naked parts

Seasons come

Seasons fade

Inner desires

And the yearning for the sensual caresses

Of the cold wind of our cousins across the seas

Coerced and tricked us

Blindly,

We stripped

And ripped off our inner linings

Alas,

The cold winds of our cousins

Remained with our cousins

Our skins are now burnt

And blackened by the searing heat

From those deadly light rays

Time returns with its offspring

And we are still here

Unaware

Of our shredded seams

A Moment’s Conquest

The sea keeps erasing the prints of my feet

As its waves crush against my legs

The rippling tides caress the hairs on my feet

And the salty breeze thrills my soul

Possessing me, putting me into trance

I feel a presence, then a chill

Making my back tingle

I see the sun falling, gradually

Leaving its residues, and fragments

Scattering across the sky

The clouds filter the fragments

Into assorted streaks hues

Pieces of which bounce off the surface of the water

Oh how I wish this sunset would last for a day

And a day for five and three-sixty hours

Ah, how the prince in me aches…

After burning for all of half a day

Its splendor is displayed in the blink of a moment

The transience of time

I awake from my trance

As the fumes of darkness diffuse through the atmosphere

Chasing away the scenic scent of sunset

The Storm Within

She sits in the dark night with her eyes raised

Staring into heaven’s shadow.

She stares ‘til the black sky tenses.

The sky’s blackness morphs to a dark orange-red hue.

The disquiet of the heavens stirs the stagnant air.

Fuming in disgust and protesting to her intense stare,

The air morphs into wind.

Wind bursts out and awakens the earth’s crust;

Dust becomes a painting on all life.

She continues to stare, 

She doesn't blink

The sky squirms

Her eyes are the vents to her fury

Her anger tortures the innocent night’s sky

Her rage yanks out the breath from the wind

As trees fly, the heavens begin to cry

Its tears splattering as blood from a severed artery

Her eyes are stung by heavens tears; she blinks.

As the heavens weep, the cries of the skies louden

Every scream triggering a radiant steak across the skies

The boisterous wind crushes her down

As heaven’s tears cleanses her.

As the raging furnace burning deep within her is doused,

She turns to him and whispers

A Call From Beyond

Tears drench my hardened face

As you are lowered into earths belly

She violently pulls me towards you…

The clouds are a tattered lace

A call from beyond

…I hear your voice beyond the dirt

Memory is a flood inside my brain

Erasing all the sanity within…

The sun emits rays inert

In here, I don’t belong

…Lingering feelings within a lifeless soul

Your love, your care, you loved me whole

A wretched being, but you looked within...

Poisoned darts of rain

A call from beyond
In here, I don’t belong

Let me be as cold as you

To journey with you beyond the gates of life

For in this world I do not belong

In that world, you do not belong

Let me hear your voice call from beyond

Torment

Eye blinks

A tear drop

Energy saps

A chasm in the chest

Pain hounds

Regrets on replay

Voices of tomorrow

Echoes today

Tortured Souls

He loved her, she knew.

She loved him not, he knew.

They both settled for friendship.

Their friendship blossomed.

And he was glad,

Glad, because he thought there could be some love hiding somewhere.

Then came the day,

That day she told him she had found a Man.

Cursed be that day!

Was he also not a Man?

Cursed be the day she told him the Man had proposed.

Cursed be the “YES” she claimed she told Him.

Cursed be the “I’m happy for you” He told Her.

And Cursed be the day They got married!

All those times, the love he had in his heart

Felt like it was being squeezed out, little by little,

Till every last drop of love was squeezed out.

He felt he had no love to give,

And was incapable of accepting another’s love.

He became alone.

Alone and tortured,

So tortured, he severed all ties with her (and her new life).

Now here they are,

Sitting face to face,

In his house,

In his couch.

He became teary-eyed as he learned from her

The trauma she went through.

He felt for her.

And the love was coming back.

Should he remind her?

As she spoke, he could feel her anguish, her pain.

A pain from which she would never escape.

A pain he could do nothing about than to offer his shoulder.

He drew near and she placed her head on his shoulder as she sobbed.

She was trapped in a tortured world.

He was trapped too; in her tortured world.

She was haunted by her memories.

He was haunted by her pain,

And his desire.

The desire to dry her eyes with his lips,

The desire to kiss her pain away.

Should he?

He thought against it.

Maybe later,

After he had helped her withstand the torture,

After he had helped her conquer the pain.

For now, he would be content,

Content with being the shoulder she could cry on.