He puffs in the nightly brume
His noctambulous proclivity
He calls it, a force of habit
Something automatic
Tonight is especially morbid
Atrabilious even
As he hunches gaunt
Over her headstone
That has grown verdant
Of many a night waxed lachrymose
The midnight wind is severe
A morbid creak fills his ears
He calls it his familiar
His body enervated
A chiliad of nights and tears
Have taken their toll
Gaunt from endless prayers
Then an icy apparition so clear
A familiar, sum of his fears,
Appears, standing in the midnight air
An icy depth and an icy glare his familiar
A formication forms in his chest
As usual no words exchanged
The wind blows the mist away
And soft rain begins to fall
And the owl begins to howl
She is gone, she is gone!
Categories:
atrabilious, bereavement, men, mental health,
Form: Free verse
Cheers,
To all the darksiders,
The ones with cold heart,
Dull, Desolate, Dejected,
To the ones whose lives have fallen apart.
Cheers,
To the most beautiful souls,
They are not atrabilious,
Nor are they asunder,
They are people ,
whose lives have fallen prey to a thunder.
Cheers,
To time being erratic,
Cheers, to the day,
The day dark will find light,
And to the day when the broken will delight.
Categories:
atrabilious, 12th grade, dark, deep,
Form: Free verse
Wandering away from the empyrean
regions, my atrabilious soul, like
a Cimmerian, now dwell in
a realm of perpetual darkness
engulfed in an aeonian gloom.
Categories:
atrabilious, depression,
Form: Free verse
When everything starts going awry
No qualms in acceding to a special mortal, no matter how grouchy
All gospels on controlling sentiments go down the drain
Blessed and cursed simultaneously like an ounce of hydration in a desert of sand
Seemingly the only logical thing
Belies all the comments on being just a fling
No matter how much bereavement it brings
It is the least ransom one can afford in love from which sightseers cringe
Getting enraptured by it
Even on loosing precious moments one feels most fit
Hope sapped by the fact
As it doesn't seem right
Still unable to curb
Though one tries with might
Only consolation in prenominal testament
That the chosen one is in sight
Prays for divergence from feeling atrabilious
And to channelise energy for what is more precious
Categories:
atrabilious, beautiful, deep, growing up,
Form: Rhyme
Colorfully happy, shining bright balloons
Cloud the atmosphere of my head
And make atrabilious clouds invisible.
Make them more divisible, and
I love them --
-- dearly.
A million lights in my head,
I am in love with nature's song.
conceiving the green, green grass of life,
The sun, eclipsed by enduring
clouds. I look to the heavens.
The birds, avert from their spectacular
songs . The rush of wind, through my ears,
misusing the screeching and
screaming evoking tears,
insidiously alluring balloons.
I'm not a dazzling, bright balloon
I fail to be defined by them. They
brighten up my day and eclipse my sun.
They dance and laugh, when
fate blows favourable spotlights
on the cynosures of my life.
The cadences of destiny reverse,
and I'm alone, standing in the rain.
Only wisdom dries my feet.
Man hands misery to man,
The warming, comforting, celestial
light. Chucked, by an invisible stranger
at my feet, makes me shiver.
Categories:
atrabilious, allegory, love,
Form: Bio