Innocuously unconscious...

The morning light was not enough to enlighten her,
The day the elements of my dream died,
Wearing a dead shroud of indifference over their tattered bodies and crushed spirits,
Using their newly acquired air of individuality to stop the infection from spreading...

There were days she used to bleed for them,
There were days she made a new world of stories with her tears,
There were days she questioned their unity and separation,
Now those days have broken with the break of my dreams and wake of my lids...

The lovers, with their deeper lust and intense attachment,
Feared as their fatal attraction ceased into a pitch black void,
The companions, who bore the other half of the dead souls and beautiful bonds,
Watched as once merry monotony was now a far fetched memory,
The nurturers with their fusion of life, care and separation,
Now watch as their creation enter another world...

She watched from another dimension of the skies,
Mourned in her sleep,
As she woke her tears were bone dry,
Psyched by the heavenly icy cold cold lullabies...

They waited for time to turn just so that they could reach out to her,
They showed her sights, sounds and seasons from her childhood,
A couple of decades ago but long lost in altered perception,
Even tried moments of breaking her into the past that never was,,,

She now ceased to believe that they were living beings imbibed with emotion and ambition,
More so mere characters in her dreams,
Bold and beautiful as well as dark and grimy,
Mere puppets of her unconscious side of the coin,
Who watched as she died many deaths,
Who wilted away as she was reborn with numerous lives...      

Stoned....

What will satisfy my hormones on fire?
The sky's illusion,
Visual stimulation for an erotic desire,
Should I curse my own reflection?

You couldn't have a reason for this bloodbath,
Apart from your fears,
I am alone in this path,
A psychedelic spell in my glass of beer.

As I am drenched by the rain of love,
Struck by a complacent design,
It curdles my blood.
Intoxication has vanquished my mind...

You're always stoned when immersed in pioneering sights,
A vision to clear the clutter of your past,
You're stoned for the approach of life,
This vast holiday of the heart...

You were betrayed by lust,
As you were deceived by a hallucination,
Yet you cursed love,
Yet you judged your beauty by just a mere reflection.

The seductress led you to a dazed tempest,
You were seized until your mind was hazy,
This tragedienne led you to fear your wits,
You survived because of your repartee.

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Intoxicatedly cleaver...

Poison entered your body,
the liquid you drank,
the smoke you inhaled,
with each sip your mind sank,
with each puff your lungs got even more gray.

The looser the connectivity of your neurons got, with each sip,
you lost self control,
in that puff you find your soul,
you got nothing left,
you are what that drink consoles.

Today dependence is your middle name,
not anymore, don't be vain,
that moment was a stab in your chest,
you enjoyed the savour,
today you try to be intoxicatedly cleaver.

With each sip,
with each puff,
each time you snorted a substance not so pure,
your mind got loose,
that substance entered your bloodstream,
today that's your blood.

Today with your brain so loose,
only your skull binds it together,
yo still try, try to be wise,
try to intoxicatedly cleaver.

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