Flickering lights…
Secret shadows…
They prance about in a lonely street…
Wisps of smoke…
Silent gaze
That chokes your throat…
Splintered fires…
Hollow screams…
Muted monotony..
Sluggish sleep
Incognito dream of fantasies…
Chains clatter
Drugged walk of loneliness falters..
Black, the only colour…
Rusted locked doors..
Roads of a maze…
Slash of knife…
Coldness swiped…
A warm teardrop across the naked skin…
Rugged roads,
Screeching metals…
Dizzied fair of trade…
Gushed whirlpool of crushed identities…
Blue blood
Dripping through melting ice…
Starry skies and distant love…
Moonless night, no one to hug…
Cocooned wings,
Unable to free…
Open wings
Unable to soar…
Stifled breath…
Perspiring wet,
No one to save…
Glossed masks
Stitched smiles
Only too fragile…
Ticking brain
And chiming clocks…
Scarred heart,
Deranged numbness…
Equinox in balance…
The tap of water in ocean,
A lost drop
Bemused at its death.
Jittering pulses,
Muscles ripple….
Incontrollable poignancy
Startles no more…
Blinding flashes,
Head afloat…
Squirms of uneasiness
With hypnotic ego…
Clucking skeletons,
Jarred bare bones with no story to hide…
Sliding metal bars,
Misunderstood words slash upon…
Dreamy weavers,
Warp and woof…
Bright colours
Awake only to shadows of past…
Silky waves,
Smoothened talks
Only too fake,
Pejorative brittleness they fail to see.
Robotic stance,
Withered flesh,
Monotony redeemed
In virtual death.
Malignant laughter stain
Cloaks of everyday chore…
Echoing shrieks
Nightmares dissolve into reality.
Dissipating rumbles
Creaking windows….
Forced resonance
Disarraying spins…
Knotted redundancies
Loose strength and shred…
Overpowering glaze of betrayal
Blind innocent eyes…
Expansive whiteness
Sheathes you in thoughtlessness…
A moment unrealized
Hours lost in search of it…
Incognito
They prance about in a lonely street…
You and me,
Strangers in the labyrinth we weave…
Incognito
To our dreams and ourselves,
We keep running in this self-made maze,
Only to realize it’s a circle in the end.
Incognito
To the exponentially expanding cosmos
We pretend to live.
Incognito
We are, to life itself.
