An Alien...

On the Moorland, I Stood Alone,
Like An Alien, Alienated  By Self,
In Search Of A Nameless Identity,
In Some Undermined Cemeteries .
I Dug Up Those Uncanny Habitats,
Where Lethal  Mushrooms Dwell,
For A New Dawn To Open Its Eyes,
To The Gloom Of Incompleteness,
All Over Again Trying To Equivocate,
Through My Anonymous Squiggles,
When I Sign Auxiliary Pseudonyms,
Gathering The Impersonality Of Art…


(Linking this to Ultimate Blog Challenge)

Orphaned Thoughts...

Deep Down Those Mindful Lanes,
Thoughts Wandered Like An Orphan,
Freely Aloof From The Worldly Errands.
Glassed Inside A Wine Bottle Of Memoirs,

Solitarily Confined To Squeeze All Essence.
I Signed The Treaty Of Love In Black Blood
Questioning Rareness, A Curse Or A Boon?
Confusions Laid Thorns On My Slimy Ways,
Strangled Them On A Piece Of White Paper,
Where Words Scattered Like Autumn Leaves,
Waded Through Them Like A Humming Bird,
I Ended Up In A Cemetery Of Wild Imaginations,
To Dig-Up The Fossil Of A Superhero Of Times... 



In response to the IBL Contest Round 2...

(Linking this to Ultimate Blogging Challenge) 

Trifled Memoirs...

Collecting Trivialities, Has Become Habitual,
May I End Up With A Domicile Full Of Trifles,
As I Cherish Them, Call Me Schizophrenic They,
Pebbles, Flints, Shells, Cards, Gifts, Toys, Pens,
Sometimes Make My World Lively & Strident,
Articulation Of The Inertness, Keeps Me Rapt,
As They Craft A Handsome Rainbow Around Me,
The Doodles Of The Past, That Desiccated Flower
Between The Pages, That Virgin Peacock Feather,
Those Dog-Eared Books, & Washed Out Letters,
Might Have A Forgotten Ballad To Recite Again,
Usually My Solitude Gets Anxious By Whispering
Marble Pieces, Listening To My Chocolate Wrappers,
As They Unwrap Another Set Of Age-Old Memoirs...