I often lose myself
Amidst webs
Of weens and oneirisms.
I've built there
A diminutive colossus,
Of my little big imaginations.
There, even the driest martini
Moistens my parched saliva,
And soothes my soul.
And the sounds of silence deafens
The chaos within,
Which otherwise makes my heart thole.
Uncontested race with,
Unknown identities and,
Known strangers becomes easy to win.
With noticeable absence,
And quiet presence,
Of childish reluctance makes no sin.
There, cremated births,
Living dead and suicide victims
Are found missing.
For oneirism it is,
Where life can go on even,
With a small honey wrapped kissing.
~Nayanika Dey
©1942016
Categories:
oneirism, beauty, desire, dream, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
A delusory pleasure bristled the solitary abator
And the dusky night rides down the sky
An ethereal beauty demoed with her au naturel demeanor
The solitary abator bumps with illusions, thus far realisms high.
Elated with red-hot mysticisms the abator closed his eyes
And mildly felt the zephyr over the mum wispy time
She reposed in her bareness beside his devout envies
The abator fluffed up ca-cacing his limbs to ease with spirit and bine.
An awaited soul perked up with flavour of lust and zeal
And the midnight silence prolonged to be livening with insidiousness
She abreast herself over his frvid spirit of unreal
The abator matte-up bosoming her with barmy tenderness.
The ravenous abator intimated himself in the same state of bareness
And the dark moonless night beamed with perfect ecstacy and elan
She ooohed legalizing the demon-ridden enduringness
The abator held himself with an abrupt spasmodic movement of his organ.
The wonky estrus abator coaxed himself with the pleasure of onanism
And the gentle breeze was felt to soothe the pragmatism
Slowly her au naturel beauty faded, idling the eroticism
Bequeathing the abator's midnight oneirism.
Categories:
oneirism, imagination, passion, night, beauty,
Form: Rhyme