Floored

Floored with the stupor of colours

I touch them with my sight

Do'nt know how to paint

While my fingers steal a feel

Gluey-sticky tubes charge

cant hold them steady anymore

unnerved I gaze the flow of colours

unmoved I hear the echoing concept.

The stillness within simplifies

the groaning desires to inaction

sight and tears now witness

the fear of deliverance.

Quietude steadied with hope

happiness was just a space without

which occurred to the loss of feel

 an abject refusal to see the pain within.

~ A

A Great Renunciation

The pain I gave you o beloved! is a great awakening.

My separation from you o beloved! is a great learning.

This unaccomplished life I live o love! is a great stirring.

My feeble limbs, still, curious, impatient to an all new measure.

The debt of life I owe you Amanda ! is certitude and awakening stir.

My sordid life tracing a pace uncharted till limbs strengthen.

Accepting Self as in a destined unfolding is a Great Renunciation.

~ A.

Pendulum

Those moments of love
we shared together
in the intense rapture of
expectations and desire
all unfulfilled to the core
often expressed through
muffled sounds and silence
Ah sigh !

The intensity shall
never decrease in
words or actions.
Its the riding emotion
that shall swing often
from hate to love
and back again.
Ah change!

This lattice of exchanges
and lucid transformations
is bound to break
and soon shall the
swing of life and
togetherness rest
the pendulum to repose.

~ A.

It all looks like its past.

It all looks like its past.

Although the evening 

still struggles to snug

into the night 

by my bed side and 

I have still not had a wink 

it seems to be all past.

The dawn smears 

my face with breeze and 

light glides in a playful frenzy 

to brace the palpitations 

of my breath and soothe the 

drudgery of my limited Self.

Even I am past

All years succumb into 

the illusive loneliness that

wash my days while I seek

the strength to walk

past the passing.

~A