Whispers To The Oblivion ...

With her dreams cradled on eyelids, sleepless nights have been spent. With her crooning, I held inward, a sober whiskey drained. Between sonnets to her eyes and musings of her touch, the heart had been defiant on evenings I had seen too much. Of shadows I quest and dreams devour, My heart races through the night And love lulls me to a soothing shore. I wake under the sultry sun burning me to rust And then, I find myself running again For escape, I must.

When I leave I shall have left, No footprints on sand No ripples on still blue waters No images on mirrors So when I leave, Can I leave a bit of me with you?

The night I stared at the heavenward blue, The night my heart had wept for you. Stranded on that sooty black A pair of stars up and high I knew I loved, I remember those eyes But who, at all was the answer to my cries The glitter his eyes had cast in glee Her words had stuck like dust on me. Shady ghosts arrived to veil Till i finally caught the trail... She was the answers to all my prayers The fingers that gnawed deep into my layers She was the dawn to my deathly nights She was the star, even from long afar that drenched me in an eternal light.

How do you do that? Undress me one layer at a time And kiss that void deep into the pits of my stomach with those eyes And how do you tangle and detangle locked away abysses of passion in me effortlessly, like strands of hair snarled in your fingers How do you fit with ease, into my arms like puzzle pieces? We were strangers, after all...

Then I, wet with desires and forlorn To forgotten hymns from yesterday and drenched in praises of Gods from the sky. In our secret penchant for the ultimate union Through blurred glasses and webs of dreary hair Between rumbles of ache and background noises Us, torn apart by distances and sewn, in hems of a major conspiracy- Love.

The way your eyes smirk at my existence and heavy breaths sublime under hallucinating lights The rifts of your wet lips, abhorrent and unawaiting On mine sometimes, sometimes gone A lover's sigh, and poet's respite, You. The splash of aquamarine to my gloomy canvases.

The ode to her sorrow,  in the life she has lived, The love she ever held in her heart,  the love she never received.