Turning sideways, once more I lay crouched in bed,
Not compelled to wake up and run round the clock.
The family, gone on a four-day adventurous trip.
Left to myself, may I devour this calm with none to block.
Listening to the hiss of falling rain, here I lie.
The breeze that steals in through the window ajar,
Tousles my hair and briskly passes,
I hear a Bulbul warbling from a tree afar.
Snuggling beneath my woolly blanket,
With deadlines none, I feel so light.
Lazily watching the sun beams filtering down,
I lie quiet, my mind, like a bird in flight.
Now the house is empty with my own space,
To indulge in all fanciful things that gladden,
To indolently watch the time slipping by,
To hum and sing in gay abandon.
Loneliness, at times I warmly embrace,
When exhausted with life’s ceaseless mess.
At times I crave for dolce far niente
It sure can revamp lives with occasional recess.
Categories:
indolently, appreciation, holiday, loneliness,
Form: Rhyme
On the featherbed of my memories
At your every sigh of vulnerability
And the smile indulgent
With which you wooed me
Is tagged your name
Close to my heart.
Scattered over the turf of my life
And witness to our cozy love
Have been your whispers endless
Quirky, perfumed and indolently sweet
And hip hop I danced
All the way to the moon.
How not to let the heart
Resurface the love I have for you
Even if these souvenirs priceless
Imbued in austerity and tenderness
Have deserted me for all times but now.
Categories:
indolently, emotions, first love, longing,
Form: Free verse
A young boy stands, surrounded by shadows
Within the midst of a glittering blade
He says he can’t bare to see his morrows
Preparing for his final escapade
He indolently raises with a grin
This shining dagger with its deadly head
The boy is committing his dying sin
This glistening dagger is now blood red
The boy falters to the floor; He’s now dead
He quickly realizes in disarray
He’s awoken within a fiery spread
Punished for the being that he would slay
He's trying to pray for his salvation
But he’s here for his deathless damnation
Christian Scott-Myers 11/17/2015
Categories:
indolently, death, farewell, god, sad,
Form: Sonnet
When I first saw her, she is someone who’s worst.
We’re same in brains and talent like a likely curse.
I can’t be so wrong with what I feel,
Competition is obvious like we all want to kill.
I never expect that things will turn differently,
We are firmly attached with smooth goals indolently.
I know I was wrong for long so months ago,
Thinking bad about you was like a smelly bongo.
We share top secrets about our bragged lives,
We share cool tricks like those craggy knives.
I think it’s strange when you eat your weirdo junks,
Those smell of a rotten leaves in a container that funks.
I’m sorry if I speculated her so wrong,
She isn’t mean and friend of that filthy ill thong.
Friendship never stops as world spins around,
Time can’t end good things of our strong bond.
She has a story that is same as mine,
We’re like “desti-friends” of fate in a perfect time.
She’s a woman who knows the life’s gist.
She truly shows beauty that can never be beast.
Categories:
indolently, beautiful, beauty, friend, friendship,
Form: I do not know?
On a cold December night of the dying year,
A whisper flew and sat near my deaf ear;
I watched the indolent dance of her silhouette
On the threads of my fragmented retention’s net
I walked, up to her, with a lantern of sorrow--
The doors were shut, so were windows of the morrow;
Leaves of shadows circled around her feet,
Her hair sheltered the masks of forlorn street
Pebbles of the dusk’s grit swayed along the murk,
Whilst she tangled her hair and sank into the silent lurk;
Her lips on the wings of my prospect began to blink
As I held the lantern closer, and she began to sink
I tamed the time and borrowed a kiss from her mouth,
The wind froze the north of the east’s west, and the south---
I borrowed her kiss only to return when she would depart
By dancing indolently on the ruins of my haunted heart.
Categories:
indolently, december, gothic, grief, kiss,
Form: Rhyme
Morning thaws into feverous noon, dusk fluxes and night dimly fades away,
Into a lonesome diurnal, nocturnal rhythm all woozy and gray.
Softly and silently you begot my heart’s love hope when there was none,
Securely you glided into my laxly life when destiny had me indolently undone.
Into my life you filled love when my fate on a platter offered me bliss trifling,
Niftly you surreptitiously left my antedated heart airless and stifling,
Gusts of malevolence vent out with arcane sprite, oh! these esoteric rifling.
Your comely face now seems to me an abhorrative visage,
Our bonds of love bleed venom from the punctured heart, painful seepage.
Urns of sorrow, my eyes grieve tormented, wailing tears toil to turn a new page.
Moan for you ever, my throbbing heart and forlorn soul,
Youth of my life spent with blood shot eyes akin burning charcoal.
Lost in fond love without you beside me, now and hear,
Over and over again teeming with your thoughts I shed many a tear.
Volcanic emotions erupt, as evoke memories of making scalding love,
Ecstatic desires drive me insane, but I live on like a lonesome mourning dove.>
Categories:
indolently, lost love, life, me,
Form: Acrostic
I would sit there for many hours
Surrounded by my contemplative silence-
My senses as warm as my latte;
My mind as frosty as my cheesecake
The mixed scents of Earl Grey, cinnamon tea,
Mocha, and caramel macchiato would encircle me
Almost like they slowly become part of
My breath: breathe in, then stealthily breathe out
I would hear laughter coming from one
Corner and whispering from another
And each corner would seem to me more like
A different world, each as distant as an era
I would at times engage in a crossword puzzle
Or skim through all the contemptuous headlines
And at other times I would simply read, think,
Write, or just watch some cars indolently pass by
The sounds of music playing, coffee brewing, fork-knife
Clattering and people chewing would all form
A unanimous sound: Serenity
I swallow it down with every sip of my coffee
In these amber hues for hours I would sit
Amidst these faces, leather chairs, and empty
Spaces- the same coffee would brew, the same
Music would play, and my same mind would
In its serenity, so utterly subdue
Categories:
indolently, introspection, passion, peace
Form: Free verse
I glide through the mirroring
Lake
Lake; so still, so simply, indolently
worthless
Lake, disagrees, callous feelings
candors
A vociferous wind refurbishes
the was still, still
leaves
The wind is merely the umbrage
at my insult
It repudiates my
sincere apologies
I glide on the pretty
and this lake wanders
wandering so dumbfounded
at a skater's lithe
Categories:
indolently, nature
Form: List
O thy beauty
So gentle!
Grazing the breeze as you
Sway indolently among its
Freshness…
O thy beauty
So gentle!
Dancing on the rhythm as you
Create your own symphony,
Noblesse…
O thy beauty
So gentle!
Descending leisurely as you
Comfort the air with your
Caress…
O thy beauty
So gentle!
Falling leaf of autumn,
More than words can
Express...
Categories:
indolently, life, music, nature, seasons,
Form: Rhyme