joy

If joy was treason

I would bleed smiles to silence

If joy was you

I would fall like forever rain

If joy was only me

It would still be windows

But its you

And your ears

That hear me out

Your lips 

Chef for my soul,

That has lifted me above loneliness,

For memories hug my mind,

And lets it be near the fireplace

pull out

 threads frayed

yet the heat stuck

stubborn despite the air

virulent meant-to-be conversations were stonefaced

silence often overstayed

and when the stone cracked

chaos ran even in the bricks

and the fire could rage on 

till one glanced at the clock

and simply walked away

yet no attempt to build walls

when desire to do so

brimming in every breath

swerved faith

 slight sparks stoke fire

ignore the smoke and you built your pyre

smile you kept

by pretence you were swept

slight changes of the road

yet you kept faith

but u-turn and a new direction

you ran out of breath

salad

 vinaigrette on the salad

the sky had picked up blue 

though while sky meanders towards dawn

my window could tint grey

or black with the floor crimson

often hope

i don't take the ride back home

sleep on the chairs

atleast only the  words are sharp

calm

 storm the gardens of dreary smoke

let the amplitude of night wear away

find the blades of grass that are soaked in the dew of hope

and as the wind weaves its way, let them sway

find a moment of calm

sit and feel the warmth of the grass

let nature lift your spirits

let the storm storm out

and have silence reign in our eyelids

Gaslight

Pernicious hogwash drip fed, 

Day into night, 

Dawn into Dawn, 

And the reality is pushed, 

Under the rug, 

With the floor being, 

Bottomless pool, 

And she stays the damsel,

With the wax of her love, 

Melting away, 

Yet she sees only the burning wick, 

And smiles, 

With only a conversation, 

Away from removing the lid of realisation.

across the fence

 bird perched on the shed

saw a fire ahead

smoke rose from the burning wood

a soul stared blankly

right ahead 

as the fumes crossed the fence

back into the scar he was forced to wear

once he had just did a task

a second late

and that had started the fire

the tornado that made his soul blank

and now this fire

made him smile

could be seen even with the mask

as the bird fell abruptly

and a thud came from across the fence