Let me write you
From the back halls
of my in-dwelling mind
The recesses of fond memories
Ever serene dimmed verandahs
Silent static films
Still my heart
Hushing it with poignant peace.
Let she or he who can decipher
Of who I speak.
Know all who feel something
In these lines
The words belong to you
If in them
Your worlds you find.
You are my garden.
My ugly octopus garden.
You are my stately reverent park.
You are my darling darkling lake
Of delirious desires
You are my photoshopped images
Fragrant posies
Of culled roses.
You're my mirror
And my reality
You're my skin
And my skinned sensation
You're my realization
Beyond reason.
You're loyalty
Betrayed beyond treason.
You're my emptied
Perfume bottle
Where lingers the scent
Of sweet insanity.
You're my poison
My purest portion
My lily flower
Of brutal power.
Brother, sister
Friend or lover.
Loving parent
Birth or foster
Wicked step mother
Ogre father.
You're my best
And worst belief
You are Cruelty
And its
Kind relief.
With such deep regards
I hold my dear
My precious breath
My eye's last tear
That scorns the shedding
Whilst holding your image
The name never whispered
Which parched lips do sear.
Now you may
Make belief
Those who are my readers!
Beware now,
Read more than my
Thoughts!
Fly fast away
On your own
Gruesome steeds,
Or
Take care as you
Walk down that crazy
Garden path
Which your mind
Tends with flagstones
Beyond your flesh and bones.
What was sown
Shall come to pass
Reap then the words
In joy or pain alas...
(c) Amrita Valan 2018
