Harems....

The gradual step,

Is over in a moment,

Takes a lifetime to engrave,

Fragments of summarization,

Born in the realm of an era,

With a perception of inception....

Within the lonesome suppression,

Adulthood now gyrates within the neighborhood,

Bringing promises and the brewery of dreams,

Blossoming amidst the wastefulness of the past,

The glamor of the future,

Hand in hand with the disillusioned  crevices of imagination....

Maturity was so amorous,

Took me by hand from the protective arm of  nurturing words to the brute of seduction,

The brute who tore apart any armour of sanctity,

Until the reconcilement of strength,

Which charmed its own way into the house of enigma.

Smothered by monotony,

We were intensely satisfied,

Isolated tactile pleasure,

Tactfully crawled under our not so virtuous skin,

Then we were unbound,

Unbound by the sheer force of will.

Authority just morphed into a docile boundary...

Ever drop of sensuality of a woman,

It happens to be her essence of being,

Cannot be suppressed by the dry fury of the flames,

The placidity of the lands far away within the fathomed lands,

The crude sound of monotony,

Encircled by the full fledged form of threat...

Then we  rose ahead,

Embraced by the comfort of our escapades,

Running through a field of opium,

Scented with a rotten hint,

Unceremoniously had hidden vibes of distortion,

Below the fodder of kinder words...

There were harems in our head,

An obstruction in the orchid of virtue,

Bore the shame of consolatory visits,

Caresses the purity of lust,

Gnaws at its core,

The mystery of  its existence,

Unsullied with  sordidity and slyness...

Web of lies...

One- third of a kiss,
For a weekend of bliss,
One-fourth of your dream,
To seal the deal,
A little bit of life,
Just to soothe a juvenile mind,

To morn woke us with the responsibility we never chose to partake,
An opulent reason to slouch,
Scarred inspiration that impaled our vain,
As we run from the perfectionist dictatorship,
You're never too old to run...

So what does it take,
To go from Satan's derriere to Cupid companion,
But then again we're unique designs of nasty tapestry,
Sloshed by the lies we've spun,
We preserve actual kisses in a nebulous womb...

Right from a withered mire,
Born beneath the prophecy of untamed fire,
Lies that have conceived tears,
The elitist fancies that have masked our mysterious shenanigans,
Mascara to mask the clarion of fury within us....

Isolation has created a triumph new world,
A little star of inception,
Wicked icicles that fall upon us just before we have usurped our right to passage,
My stormy mind fails to glean the dream,
Sanity brings laughter right along to soothe my repentance...

The darkest of nights,
Within the deepest of shells,
The reminisce of yet another illusion,
The temporal of dreams,
Backfired when you never predicted you'd need to brace yourself....

I snort the winds of sleep,
I stay lost in a momentary lachrymal song,
Alert not to fall prey to labial seduction,
Melancholy entered my kraal and disturbed my placidity,
So as they say, kudos to fate...

( Edward Munch- Ashes)