French Kiss

Vermilion confluence Fumbling in foreplay On the brink of braiding In eloping tongue Searching for an outlet To out pour bourbon froth In a tango of pink tides

Hope

A midst the wrath of Aeolus A strain of St Elmo's fire Flickers on a broken mast In her endless search for fate's intervention To sleep on a pillow of tranquillity

Icebreaker

Aching lips Breaking the monotony of silence With the euphony of soft moans As lip-paste tendered lip-gloss To liquefy vermilion in a tender alloy Of molten magma

Breastfeeding Belief

Fate undressed herself And nurtured me with the warmth of hope As I suckled on her breasts Till I was fed to the brink In the spirit of belief

Big Bang Theory

The height of percussion Scripted the primeval macrocosm A cosmos stitched of space And in time, bearing uncountable heartbeats Where evolution sculpts the DNA Of each mosaic tapestry Of the god particle

A Note About Dreams

The dream that lies awake at night And sleeps at day And the dream that awakes at dawn Only to slumber at nightfall Are like two railway lines that stretch far to the distance Never to confluence in a kiss Separated by two diurnal interfaces - dawn and twilight Where one vacates her journey For the other … Continue reading A Note About Dreams

Philip Hughes

In the amphitheater of sport There rests a conduit to eternal darkness That bridges the mortal gladiator To the untimely hour Where legends are laid to rest In catacombs of immortal memory

Kite (A Different Viewpoint)

The thread that bridges Child and man, in a father-son moment And the body that preserves The budding aviator within As child and inner-child Clasp on to the same cotton reel Searching for a common memory To light up their mental skylines