frowning

 talons of fear
rocks not near
warmth is with the sun
nights come in succession
franticity is the oars
and rocking and drowning
bit by bit as time soars
silence keeps frowning
dimmer goes your lamps
your fingers have concrete cramps

and it ends with a second

a bridge you can never mend

street

 trepidations steaming across
yet the hope stutters on
laughs gone for a toss

palpitations of a street

smoke from the cups rise on
as smiling conversations greet

as the door creaks out

life finds its keys

threshold is away and the breaths shout 

so the street is home

roads further away are not

my pendulum found it dome
as I attempt to tie all faces in a knot.

dichotomy

 trudging down serenity,

chaos echoed in little puddles,

austerity of life felt blank,

yet the dichotomy gave cactus cuddles,

do i settle?

or is waltzing on the wind my skin,

freezing the clocks,

talking with lungs,

or racing down leaving the second's hand behind

silently without any casual jerk of the tongues.

Sour

I found it sour, 

Trapped in grudges, 

Stuffed in cages, 

Flung across the cosmos, 

Strung by critical passages, 

Haste drips in trickles, 

Foliage sticks to veins, 

Grips it tight, 

And in an act of defiance, 

The air gets tossed into the pyre.