Fore and aft of my eyesA moon landscape.Amidst ashes and blazes,Rubble chant my decay.I, from dark, oscillate to dark.Pied Piper flutes within each.Weave me into their grey zones,Allure me in their grey holes. And I fall, I fall, I fallTenaciously,Beyond the fifty shades,I try to put up with,I try to fathom whatremains of debris as… Continue reading I fall, I rise
Category: Poetry
Do not write all your miseries in black ink
Do Not Write All Your Mis'ries In Black Ink Do not write all your mis'ries in black ink,Dark past must be buried its vivid corpse;Fight your inner night and rise your sun pink. When life despairs the youth, they oft misthinkAnd paint on dim canvas vehement mourns,Do not write all your mis'ries in black ink.… Continue reading Do not write all your miseries in black ink
#Fatigue
FatigueShe wants to catch her Breath ... Let the heart's tears, Together with the soul's, flow Sourdine river stems On the avenue of the cheeks Yell and scream Her brittle sense, At times.S.C.P.Biba (2019)
#Solitude
14 Lines Sol'tude they suffer all; yet, each alone.Lone souls wander within nowhere spheres.Roam and orbit beyond the byway zone,O acrid mists in silent corners tear. Yet, the muffled screams flow rivers per dayWhen curious eyes not there to stare.Bite like sea snakes and pour their bane as prey.Void feeds void til the vacuums distress… Continue reading #Solitude
Decadence
Great civilizations lose their charmWhen roses put on libertinism castTaking off the virtue and purity dressStart offering their grace on the cheapThe rosy fires lure the vulnerable menLike butterflies to the invulnerable flames. Love becomes adultery for most-Flutters and dances to whimsy rhymes. Great civilizations fall apartWhen morality's dress tears upStep by step follow the… Continue reading Decadence
More than once
More than once in awhile,Whensoever thou are at a low ebbAny rain may blemish thy fairy WebRoving thy deaf, blind, dumb soulNone outer get thee out of thy black holeNought out doth worthen anymore More than once in awhile,Whensoever sores moan quietly in thy ribsAny gale may tear thy outworn sailHath long been flapping in… Continue reading More than once
#HAIKU
Scentful rose in springSelfish hand picks to revelA sharp prick in red Or Scentful rose in spring Selfish hand picks to revel The fall is in red S.C.P.BIBA
Can they stand tall? (The few)
While our frail sun, for a long time, in hush, has been slipping by, There are those,Holders of sisyphean rock to ink firm LightsTellers of how new dead bodies walk and sightThe alienated masses pose: Can they stand tall? There are those,Doers of Good which the earthy evils curseSmilers at the face of doom to… Continue reading Can they stand tall? (The few)
Hurts
How does it hurt to feel your hurts' hurt hurtHark! The sharp echoes of war's drums alert. How it hurts to taste your heart's disconcertTo listen solemnly to your slow beatsThe crawling, eerie whines - your restive fleets. How it hurts to hear your sigh's discomfortTo detect that imminent wild nighfallFeel vulnerable to your mood's… Continue reading Hurts
#Iceberg
An imbued Box wolfsThe Unfading Past. At times,Shakes the now-to-come. S.C.P.B
So-called Poetry of Biba 
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