Death Before Decay

I started writing this....reading a shop sign which said Bangalore Ibiza London.  I dont think i can write anymore. 

Death before decay
Decay before rejuvenation
Brick by brick
Building castles in the air
abysses and abscesses
Yours constrict
Mine are defensive
Delicate and decadent

Bangalore Ibiza London
I lay my hat in heaven
Bridge the gap between
Imagination and reality
Heavy hearts
Ramparts strung with ivy
Moats unbridgeable
Your turrets too taunting
Touch base with unreality
Blue veins in my throat
A severed  boa constrictor.

The basement of denigration
Debilitating debris
The dilettante lost in her life p
Park...
Lost without bearings.

And that day it rained
Deep and beautiful
Like angels with violins
Strumming the streets of
Heaven
Baptize my mourning.

I want the base deep within
No conflict no secret crypt
Amicable flexible i want
Starlit stability
Strong winds shake me
To my cores
Don't,  break me
No more.

I don't belong in dungeons
I can't occupy ivory towers
Of abstraction
Bedrooms are sexy boudoirs
Of tainted carnations
Study is secluded monastic
Prevarication..a
Vacuous preoccupation.

I'm precocious.
I'm surface feeder
Bottom breeder
I cling to hope and fancy.
I
Create and construct.
No matter i dont own a
Dot in your commercial arena.
No matter i dont matter.
I cling to the  decorous
Depths of fantasy.

I'm insignificant
But i wear it like royal
Insignia
I flaunt it like reality
My soul is survivor
Immersed in
Holocausts of denial.

I am a wanderer, 
I'm breaking into beginnings
Resurrection tenuous tedious
Reincarnated in
Falling.

When i wrote this
You were asleep
And when you awaken
I will be in dreams
Of possession
Dreams of opportunities
Of belonging
And being your capture
Your calling
My erstwhile suitor
I will be in dreams
Beyond reckonings.

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(c)  Amrita Valan 2015