A Dot's Point

In a hollow ink pocket,sorry arms
mine hugged the spotless sheet.
Forever wept beyond my grave
solemnly fitting the window's seat.

Shattered across the page were
the train of words I couldn't say.
Dying oaths never met any sunset
leave them be,let 'em silently play.

Behind those leaves hid a summer
in her fine bridal shimmering glow,
Amidst blotted patches whilst I
sleep untroubled in winter snow

Dawn had kissed the horizon's lips,
filthy scarlet now stained the sky.
Like a murdered sun I slowly set
into the welcoming arms of my lie.

Venky
Let the wind weave my winter story

The enchanted song

Her frail smile now was beaming a myriad
colors, adorned by a million drops of sweat.
Twinkling were their eyes gazing her,as the
silvery baubles on her cheeks mirrored them.

Cherubic were the triplets,the folks said and
blooming every soul with their pristine lush.
Mimicking the dulcet chirps and chuckling,
cocooned they were in the warmth of love .

Seasons flew in and out, the then flimsy souls
now were inebriated by the musical romance
Coughing clouds and swooping winds enticed
them and marked their odyssey into the wild.

                                                                        ..............The music of the choirs.................

                                                                        Behold O brothers, this is the day, for turning
                                                                        a myth into reality,vigorous was he, the eldest.
                                                                        The song of theirs spurred the chords of the
                                                                        clouds, wetting the parched lips of the glade.

                                                                        Welcomed were they into the pallid arms of the
                                                                        dying woods, and jousted for the not so lucky.
                                                                        The musical sons, they were titled, and as they
                                                                        rode, bagged envious fumes and bitter derisions.

............Destiny had a silent song for them............

Seduced by the noxious pride, oblivious they were
of the cursed gambit; envied souls masqueraded
as dear pals weaved a maze of spiteful scorns, as
the bros crafted loathsome castles around them.

Humiliated they were at the coldness, buried deep
were their hopes of reviving their love; masking in        
the bitter lie,forever separated they decided to stay,
Turning the myth-turned-reality back into a myth.

P.S: This is the story of triplets who were blessed with the certain powers and wanted to do good to the society but failed in their attempt.

Anusha
Sway to the life's tunes with hope 

A fate's play

From the cry of a puffing cloud
took birth silvery mirrors, a dozen
O' my lovely trinkets, awaits for
thee, is a jubilee, echoed a tone
                                                               ...here..a sweet journey...

                                                             All joys was I at a ray's touch,and

                                                             at a breeze's hum,tapped my feet

                                                             Bidding adieu to my pals, there

                                                             reached I, a cozy velvety room

Ahoy! came a shrill cry,in eyes 
theirs, shone a myriad of stars
Lucky I was, no, We, said they,and
crafted me into a sweet pearl
                                                              ...there..life just gave lemons...

                                                             Cries out of graves, and howls
                                                             cast into pallid moors of horror
                                                             Composed my welcome choirs,
                                                             Alas! I cried at my rotten luck

Gone by the dusty wind, were my 
dreams, Forgive me O'Lord, for
a morbid kiss of Styx I choose
And embraced death for an exit

Anusha
Teary eyes lied never

~For the love of lime~

from sweet lips...

Twas a wet clone of sun kissed
yellow, wallowing in its blues.
Cursed it was to an insipid life
we men wallow without clues.

Chopped halves of it's brothers
draped in salt black and white
colored no more his sepia walls
in ironic smiles or pure delight

Tickling fingers five groped him
as nerves white in dismay froze.
Blurred horizon of buzzing bees
now in symphony slowly arose.

Not just another mortal it was
for his primrose bud had burst
squirting away sweet dribble
in moans of  a quenched thirst.

                                                                                   ...to a sour taste.

                                                                         Crooked nails reeking of  earth
                                                                         mangled and choked in smoke
                                                                         now suffused in a virgin's slime
                                                                         innocence and love provoked

                                                                         Stained flesh garbed an unripe
                                                                         boy's wish, cloaking him blind
                                                                         as rusted silver sliced the skin
                                                                         only for cannibal lips to grind

                                                                         Slapped hard he awoke to air
                                                                         stinking in his brethren's jest.
                                                                         Blushing in shame he curled
                                                                         to the calls of  a sinful incest.

                                                                        Lies they all are, told in tales
                                                                        of lasting love and sure fates.
                                                                        Unrequited lives we survive
                                                                         in search of  credulous baits.

~lying lips and lusty quips never did any harm ~
Regards,
Venky

A Dot's Point

In a hollow ink pocket,sorry arms
mine hugged the spotless sheet.
Forever wept beyond my grave
solemnly fitting the window's seat.

Shattered across the page were
the train of words I couldn't say.
Dying oaths never met any sunset
leave them be,let 'em silently play.

Behind those leaves hid a summer
in her fine bridal shimmering glow,
Amidst blotted patches whilst I
sleep untroubled in winter snow

Dawn had kissed the horizon's lips,
filthy scarlet now stained the sky.
Like a murdered sun I slowly set
into the welcoming arms of my lie.

Venky
Let the wind weave my winter story

The Soulmate

Thither thy bloweth the wind in a dulcet
Ushering the virgin specks off the facet
Hither hath come my fere,he chortles
And pulls himself out from the mortals

Listening to the murmurs of his quilt
Relishing the silhouettes of the fireplace in silt
O'er joyed he was,would he be alone again never
Out into the snows his gaze froze forever

Long it hath,since the story been told
Damned souls never gave him a hold
Yearned his heart for a loving boon
Like widow'd nights awaiting the moon

O'er the years he admired the adrift winter
Not once fooled him,ethereal the snows were
Whither thou goest,I shall go, he promised
Followed the path of the waxing winters as poised

Anusha
Words never cease