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