Beyond death
in this purple evening, these
chandelier lights dripping grime
and the candles floating on water
they seal my lips with molten wax
Ask me for no happy tales tonight
Don't ask me to hold your hand tonight
The days when loving hearts
bled in us, those carefree days
of laughter I have braided into desolation
threads of anguish bind my fingers now
Don't ask me to hold your hand tonight
Don't ask me to touch, don't tempt me-
your skin, smooth coolness at my touch
that was once, that was then
I have waded through rivers of sorrow
My sun is now dark with tears
Don't tempt me tonight with your touch
Let's just sit then, face to face
Friends, enemies, lovers, poets
beyond the death of being strangers
one hand a scimitar, the other a rose
Let me see your eyes, in the ashes of pain
Let us sit then, face to face again.
Labels: poetry




7 Comments:
I particularly liked:
"The days when loving hearts
bled in us"
And
"Let me see your eyes, in the ashes of pain."
Absolutely brilliant, Khuto. I am falling in love with your poetry.
Anamika
though terribly dark, this is one of your best khuto.what impresses me is the change in your poetry. eventually, you seem to write from the heart.
This is an absolutly amazing poem. I thought the 'lovers, enemies' analogy was dead on.
You are very talented whoever you are!
Thanks for writing! I love this blog!
This is an absolutly amazing poem. I thought the 'lovers, enemies' analogy was dead on.
You are very talented whoever you are!
Thanks for writing! I love this blog!
good stuff, khuto. very good.
This is really good. Thank you. And give us more.
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