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