Death

I can’t remember; be true to myself
I get used to being kept on a shelf.
People could just admire and see,
The loveliness stored in me.
The last time my mind speak
I was muted…deaf.
I longed the sound…
Never found.
I ceased.
Lapsed.
Hence,
Silence.
I blubber.
Lost soul ever.
The day I holler,
I cried in great despair.
Sorrow help me find my way
I wept in deepest agony
I anguish, wishing to be sober
I am silently dead, longer, deeper.

P.S.

Another etheree for everyone…
Geetha, Shiva, Amit,….. thanks once again

Silenced

When
I am
Oh so damn
To whom I run?
And make me like fun?
I am sad and lonely
Alone, in this dark alley
I will tell you I need a time
Go out wonder, explore and be fine
I can’t, you think this is where I should be.
When
I am
Feeling blue
I write a cue
That so you might know
I am hurt in deep woe
Writing didn’t make it go
You think I suck should never do
Dark alley is where my place to be
Eternally damned forever muted.
When
I am
Desperate
And in great hate
I run for refuge
To your smile oh so huge
I run unto you no more
I can’t find my way through your door
You shut them leaving no air to fill
This dark alley forever my soul will.

p.s.

Another shot at etheree. Triple etheree this time… once again my thank you goes to Geetha B, Shiva, and Amit.

Sincerely

                                             I
                                      Felt your
                                   Eyes on fire
                       Burned through my veins.
                         The touch of your skin,
                      Encroaching down my chin.
                       I savor your sweet kisses,
                       Zizzling I need to surrender.
              The enduring embrace swept oh dear.
          I longed for each, you’re sweet fondle of care,
            Wanting longer for more, you smile I gaze,
                    Moving gently I sigh like in daze.
                   The words unspoken I know dear.
                        Beating in great resonance,
                              I remembered at once.
                               These and all in there
                                    Sincerely yours
                                          You are
                                            Loved.

P.S.

I read a poem written by a very talented Amit Raman, which according to him the form was inspired by another gifted blogger Geetha B (check out their sites too)…. and in return, I was inspired to write in the same form too. Amit and Geetha B, thanks so much for bringing up a very beautiful form like this.

I have been in the blogging world for a while and I am enjoying, at the same time learning a lot…

xoxo,
Mich

Mondays of Longing

The rain danced merrily

along with the sun

beautifully performed 

in a piano sonata

upon that day, a Monday

our roads foretold a melody

in early summer

in late December.

You walked past me slightly

along my left slowly

I struggled to escape

your brown eyes so elegant,

so deep…

so unfathomable…

yet you caught me.

My heart skipped

My breath drowned

You took away everything.

my blurry eyes…

my broken breath…

my bloody heart…

You let our wary hands met

let my heart finally 

rest from this chase

let my Polaris shine its light upon us

that, eventually

those repeating, endless days

those days of Monday

those Mondays of longing no more.