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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.

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.

Vibrant Love In Black and White

Our vibrant love is in black and white.

I write you letters in times of email.

I play you guitar in times of iPod.

I read you books in times of audiobooks.

I make us waltz in times of hip hop.

I play you piano in times of dubstep.

Sometimes, I wonder if you’d like to be in Eastman Colour.

But then you’d blush after my teasing,

flush red when I touch your cheeks.

Hold my hand while walking

and smile and dance with me in the rain falling.

Count the birds in the sunset

and find shapes in the clouds.

Yes I am sure.

Our spectacular love is black and white.

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.

The Leap

Why should I walk?
They ask me to but it doesn’t mean
That I do as they please.
I ease to deny your talk.
Yes I agree
But to some degree.
All before me and henceforth too
Will begin with a single step to
Glory.
But why me?
Don’t you see
My ain’t like you.
I refuse to agree,
You agree to disagree
With me.
I refuse to step
My first step
In a single step.
You step on and carry on.
I refuse to let my first step
Be a step.

You walk like the walker you are.
Being the runner I am,
I will leap.