Smoke

And how do you think emanates this smoke,

It's the denouement of the fire you invoke,

And how can you not insufflate the scent of my cinders,

It's like the scent of wet incinerating timber...

Fire then is the one that you can't smother,

That, only you can trample,so I bother,

And as smoke is maneuvered by wind to the horizon,

You are plunging me deep within sheaths of oblivion...

Till when my words will serve as my armour,

Waning like the light of a flickering candle is my fervor,

Can't you feel around me,the engulfing abyss?

Step forth and be my long lost aegis.......

Straying Rhyme

I'm nothing but a pile forlorn,

Beyond vista my heart torn,

And I am my own surrogate,

What else can I do: just wait and wait...

My boulevard like an aged shipwreck,

And sundry memories choking my neck,

My existence infested with your desire,

And still you discard this as a satire...

Hands trembling, vision disturbingly delusional,

Memories creating this vacuum occasional,

Coping my own ghosts every sun-break,

And still surfing in my mirage hope-lake....

Delving deeper into my vertigo,

Efforts being made to let go,

Subdued my feelings remain,

I need to disperse this incinerating pain...

See how helpless I'm within my ambit,

To you,myself I long ago did submit,

Save me from this persisting infern,

Look into my eyes and soon return....