Morpheus

Withering wisps of trivialities
enticing games of make-believe
in diminished realities
are, unseen memmories
endless conversations,
in the silence...
of the sleepy slumber.
no boundaries exist,
beneath the myriad colours
but a playground of memories

reflections perceptions askew
revelations realised
awaiting at dawn, for dusk..
in the dark towers of sand
i bid you to my world..

Figuratively speaking

Honest eyes stare back
tears sliding down the cheeks

But as my glance rests on the smile
it takes me completely by surprise..

Tragedy seems shattered
Comedy finds its mark
Reality demurely walks in
more endearing than all the princely fantasies around

For it might be that
the knife was supposed to kill her
But he was holding it
upside down

Mild Hysteria

alone on a sidewalk
her legs are criss-crossed
sitting down on the pavement
her vacant eyes stare

with colours of magic all around her
in her secret chamber she waits
head bowed low, as if in prayer
hands clasped tight around her waist

the mirror is cracking
all seems fake, unreal
like a marching army
the crowd gathers around her

curiosity..curiosity...
a burning question all around
they can sense it too now
the moment is approaching

as she looks around
her last sight is a blur
the hunger gets to her
before the poison....

Shadows

The flickering lamp-post
at the bend of the road,
across the shrinking shadows
stretching with the wind

I stood there waiting...
i had nowhere else to go!

the approaching darkness
made them bolder...
menacingly they moved about
cloaking in darkness, shrouding in obscurity

Biding its time to claim me
Make me a part of its own.