THE HUMAN ANVIL

Tag: life

  • The Pulse of A Petal

    I dissolve in the potpourri
    A green leaf amidst dead petal
    Lost men flock the streetcar
    And only I fight for the aisle
    Knowing far too well that the bespectacled windows
    Shall turn some blind in a while
    For the tapestry towns
    Stitched with dancing lights
    Is not for them to claim
    Who lick the darkness between two tungsten tongues
    And know no aftertaste to blame
    But the raindrop feet on cobbled streets
    Paper skin behind display glass
    Torn faces through the Venetian Blinds
    A world watered in a vase
    Are all akin
    To a bargained win
    For those with mundane affair
    Of humble hands with seawater veins
    Wading waves of deep despair
    But I of charlatan choice
    Of parched lips moisturised with the mud
    I know far too well of flowerpots
    And the fate of dreaming bud
    So I dissolve in the potpourri
    A green leaf amidst dead petal
    Growing gardens beneath empty graves
    Waiting for the dust to settle

  • One Drop Of A Lifetime

    Would I sleep tonight
    Knowing you have slept too
    Tucked into blankets without borders
    Dreaming of everything new
    Would I sleep tonight
    Knowing you have a mirror beside your bed
    Which answers all your questions
    With everything I left unsaid
    Would I sleep tonight
    Knowing we shan’t grow old
    Share wrinkles in the grey of night
    As we did lips in the days of gold
    Would I sleep tonight
    Knowing our fingers won’t anymore entwine
    For yours are ash upon the altar
    And I have ceased to saw my own as mine
    Would I sleep tonight
    Knowing you have slept too
    Tucked into blankets without borders
    Dreaming of everything new

  • The Duet Of The Dunes

    They who question themselves
    Do not answer to others
    And they who answer to all
    Cannot question on their own
    Thus we human stray
    Mephistopheles now led by Faust
    Laying markers on the way
    Though oneself being as lost

  • Opaque

    I dream of a man dreaming:
    Only to awake and find
    A mirror in my hand

  • The Magician’s Secret

    Love, come closer
    And you would see far too clear:
    The world with its mist of strings
    That makes most of us disappear

  • Little Bit Of Everything

    These verses I bind
    With threads in my mind
    Are cobwebs from corners
    I once failed to find
    So let it linger now and sway
    Like dewdrops in day
    Or beads of red rosary
    No monk holds to pray

  • Encore, Encore

    They walk alive
    In rigor mortis
    Of routine;
    The selfsame adventures
    Over and over
    Till memories are maimed
    Coagulated
    In an endless reel
    Of a single frame
    Until that very end
    When all goes black
    And it begins again
    Without palpable pause
    Amidst absent applause

  • Dreamer’s Dream

    I go searching on a deserted street
    A river breathing and hissing
    Like milk from melted moon
    But only the shadows are awake
    Drowning in silver lake
    That Sfumato lagoon
    Reflecting the roots of paradise
    A silence more verbose
    Than that of a breathing statue;
    Standing one step less of the precipice
    Yet hovering over the horizon
    Wingless, blind to the bottom
    Of an everlasting yawn that
    Morpheus divined in a dream while
    Walking on a deserted street
    With a burning candle in high noon
    In search of river breathing and hissing
    Like milk from melted moon

  • Diurnal

    Days like firefly
    Burn away
    And those ashes remaining
    As wings of memory
    Cannot fly
    Without a flame

  • Bargain

    Those few; they cry,
    For the gold in their gauntlet
    While the rest must bleed
    To hold the bread in broken fist
    And yet and yet, the scales they stay even,
    For the fleece of the fawns weigh far less than the fang of a beast