A Muse, if ever...

Deep

    Black lake,

    Inky night,

    Your eyes.

Steady
    Warm sigh,
    Deep light,

    Your gaze.

Bloom
    Spirit touch,
    Tender red,

    Your lips.

Caressing
    Warm moon,
    Tender rain,

    Your smile.

Stealing
    Coy dawn,
    Hued thrill,

    Your blush.

Sweet
    Chaste dew,
    Honey gold,

    Your voice.

Listening
    Steady wisdom,
    Eloquent whims,

    Your speaking.

Shy
    Tremulous lips,
    Halting breath,

    Your whispers.

Enchanting
    Nectar notes,
    Fragrant stay,

    Your singing.

Reveals
    Silk wave,
    Ink locks,

    Your hair.

Porcelain
    Cloud step,
    Dainty fair,

    Your feet.

Hold
    Sure warmth,
    Soft promise,

    Your hands.

Sure
    Pure belief,
    Waiting fire,

    Your touch.

Primal
    Pacific expanse,
    Rhythmic vigour,

    Your heartbeats.

Unhesitant
    Heady light,
    Tender true,

    Your kisses.

Flaming
    Giving desire,
    Willing dive,

    Your passion.

Walk

Pages keep going by
Lives keep turning over.
Moments fall layered like white snow,
Time freezes right here instead of passing.

Feet await the arrival of horizon,
Sleep flows dry off of aging eyes.
It has been an age since it has rained here,
The breezes too are caught tangled in old branches.

Moon’s silver still shines just as
The sun warms luminous.
The days however arrive at wrong addresses,
While the nights keep missing their turns.

The voices are kind of heard in the calls,
Their meanings but, are no longer understood.
The touch of feelings has been numbing,
Nerves tired out, are leaving to go sleep.

The dreams of the hands which were held till now,
Fingers have begun to peel them off.
The eyes which as such were never felt with a gaze
Wonder why now their face can be seen.

What had begun like a page, blank
Crumpled and folded within wrinkles,
That yellowed scrap of paper walks on to
​​​​​​​Drown away oblivious in the ink.

The Void Third

The voids are two-
One of the heart,
Other
Of the mind.
The former, for fulfillment
Seeks only to give,
Lives to serve.
The latter, however is
Selfish.
A Black hole
Giving nothing,
Except for news of
That final destination,
Within oneself.

I despair,
For I carry them both
Dreading the day
The voids collide.
Which one prevails,
Which perishes?
Only known to one;
I am bound in knots of limbo
Within the void third-
Loneliness, a damp
Echoless silence, one
Oblivious to its own
Lifeless existence and
Of the existence within.

The Third void refuses
To reveal.
Alive am I truly or all I do
Is just pretend to be?