Daily Prompt: Smoke

Like the haunting tale recalled,

Of the nightly beast that haunts.

The smoke he smoked went up and blurred

In rings it went and evanescence.

His mouth was shaped into an O,

As if the beast inside was trying to grow.

The ring resembled the moon so close

It threatened to change the moonless night.

His hissing blow shatters the silence,

Of the howling wolf his stance compares.

He smiles at us and shrugs his frame

But inside lays something that has had fame.

Atop he shows he doesn’t know.

Inside a joke with the beast he shares.

 

via Daily Prompt: Smoke

P.s.: Don’t smoke. It appears to be cool but it kills. Don’t smoke.

Vibrant Rain

The colours pop in rain.

Vibrant, bright, brilliant shades emerge from within

Everything, a tad more animate.

Love

Get drunk on words,
Drown in eyes.
Cafuné.

Talk silently.
Read her lips.

Trace the back of her palm with your fingers.
Kiss her chin.

Talk to her after she sleeps.
That’s what love is after all.

I Sleep With My Eyes Open

I sleep with my eyes open.

But I don’t live with my eyes closed.

My dream stays awake with me.

Active inside me every second.

Passive lays the need to sleep,

Passive lays my fatigue.

I sleep with my eyes open.

To Dream unrealistically,

But stay in my senses to fulfil them.

I sleep with my eyes open.

And Dream.

Unbeknownst

Unbeknownst to me,

She was the tale I carried between my heart

Trapped between my lips

And at the tip of my tongue.

Unbeknownst to her,

I was the eccentric silent speaker

Who spoke with his mouth shut

And read the words unsaid.

Steps On A Ladder

When I was five,

I felt I will be robbed off my life

If I stood at the roots of a gigantic structure.

Be it a tree or architecture.

Now I am older.

Climbing the rungs of a ladder.

Hoping that one day it will be a staircase grand.

I have a secret knowledge in my hand.

The child me wasn’t afraid of being at the top

but of beginning the journey with the approving nod.

Now that I am higher in the air

my fear has seemed to disappear.

I Broke Her Heart

She is naive,
Innocent and sweet
And in defiance I broke her heart.

She’s so lively,
Ever smiling.
And arrogantly I let her down.

Her smile,
Like a blazing fire visible miles.
And surprisingly, I broke her heart.

Now she’s crying.
She in herself drowning.
All because I broke her heart.

She’s quiet.
She caged inside her the riot.
I didn’t intend to break her heart.

She’s fine.
She says but I know she is lying.
It was I who broke het heart.

I can’t see her dying.
She’s caught in the wolves bane flying.
During which I broke her heart.

I’m leaving.
I can’t see you tormenting.
I said even though I broke her heart.

I’m sorry.
She said please don’t leave me.
And it was I who broke her heart.

Feminine.
She is a woman.
Apologizing though, I broke her heart.

Secrets

She was a book.

Layered herself like one.

Pages within, encrypted with undecipherable script.

Some pages torn. Some chapters lost.

Secrets embedded within.

Messages out of view/Meanings within the lines.

She was exactly like a book.

Waiting to be read.

Waiting to be understood.

Waiting with her secrets.

Waiting for a confidant.

At Night She Dreamt Of Roses Pale

At night she twirls and twists in gay,
She sings a song sans curls and nail,
Sorrowful tragic she likes her tales.
At night.
When she dreams of roses pale.

Morning she wakes in ideal so late,
Reality is quite separate, my mate.
She refuses to princes and soldiers their hail.
She longs to be happy and what other be better place;
Than the night?
When she dreams of roses pale.

She once got punished for a silly mistake,
Surely one of trivial take.
And they all gave her work and forget,
She herself could herself never forgive.
And in these times she wants to shake;
To lull to the better place.
At the night,
Where she dreams of roses pale.

On a window she sat to see the Rave(n),
It chirped of “Craw”, Tomorrow in Latin if you take.
She wonders what would the pale say,
About her thoughts on the Rave.
At night.
When she dreamt of roses pale.

But who am I who know her so well?
Imposter, crook, dacoit, a fake?
The truth will be that I’m the one by the lake.
Where she comes, me in arm to take.
At night.
The rose she dreams of, oh so pale!

I am Angel’s Al.