A Thought On Immortality

The leftover of consumed sanity,
A hushed up thought in a sizzling mind.
Doing the pirouettes in this labyrinth,
Many a lost and many a dead.

Of shades and light,
A relationship of inseparability,
Ever again the same ones
Knocking the doors I find.

By those familiar corners,
Wafts some old ghosts.
Out of those walls again,
Peep some sleeping faces.

In that abysmal somnolence,
Elicit I, a few mortgaged dreams
Again to lend them hues of hope.
And yet a few eluding ones,
Pricked to life in the halo of a high.

Rise from the graves, children of my mind,
Let’s end this game of hide and seek.
For in this maze of time, by this corner
I might come again.
But might then be too bitter in the heart
To play this game.
So, Oh thoughts, you that
I have seduced and fondled with,
You that I have beguiled in to existence,
Let me etch you in to immortality.

When this life of drawing holes
In bubbles sublimes to nothingness,
You will ripple in perpetuity.
When you impregnate a thousand
Minds with dreams,
As your shadow, beneath your light
Of hope I will lurk.
Hey thought, my elixir of immortality,
Come forth this once
Let me write my name on you.

Scorched for hours, the hooligan has trawled in the night.
Crimson painted, bloody from the travail is the sky.
The ruckus and the rumpus, the clamour and the blare,
From a thousand noises now transposed to the cacophony of a tavern
Subside the frayed minds and bodies in a Bloody Mary.
From the labour of a day now there is respite.

Set beneath an arc, alit some splinters keep the fire.
The baton has changed hands in the bleak of night.
My appointment sees it bright, the rumble is quieter,
But I let it not die.

In a while the hooligan will be back and baton shall too go back.
And then again when the barmaid disciplines the rummy,
I shall, here, by the arc keep the chimes.
And again love the night.

The Last Puff

In what elapsed between my breath and then,
When that Cadillac whisked the lovers away,
In what elapsed between a moment and then,
When the fog horn aloud, missed the bay,
I held you within.

That night when the clouds burst and went,
When that drop off the sill,
Dripped from my cheek to neck,
I held you within.

In that tiny spell,
A gasp of air as I drowned in my self.
For the briefest of moments we met-
You, my loneliness and me.
The last puff, one deep drag,
Ah! A sting, my lips;
And you too vanished in to the wet air.

Once again in the company of none,
I wished, along you had taken me too.