there is stain
stainless stain
none sees
stigma bin niche
in the heart of my rose
the youthful rose
road to road
lane by lane
the fragrance
comes with virginity
of wile
will-o-the-wisp
the lace of writing
makes the attire
makes the disguise fire
on the Tyre of living gyre
respectively to the pyre
in the bier
not as the dead
but as the withered leaf of winter
in the wisdom of love
in the womb of chaste
heirs on the astray
habeas-corpus
hackles on the verbose anonymity
anopheles drinks
taste blood,
gyves the pathos of beautification
demise crawls the path of sagacity
no enmity
on the road of poetic procession
yet, the youthful rose
hails the decease of blood
in the nerve circulation
and circumcises the head of pen
in time........
-07/01/2020 CTG, BD
thoughts gathering in the field of a solitary mind
thoughts from the deep past come
they bow then fly away
like clouds of the tropical storm
tossing here and charging there
the thoughts come mocking me
listening to me, inquiring from me
demanding from me high thinking
where is sympathy and innocence?
where is the saintly forgiveness?
while the thoughts keep flowing
in torrents, in waves, in shingles, in ebbs
then repentance hang on penance
gyves in tongs of endurance
guarded by dedication and determination
but thoughts gather on the ingathering thoughts
and the solitary mind is left but thoughtless