Wish I can start my poetry
For you but I am still searching
Scathing abysmal figments.
In the half burnt sheets of memories
I am separating dusts and clouds.
Your aura lingers in my empty heart.
Life’s been a thundering thud
In the festering mind I hear cardinal echo
Purging the inferno of loathesome waves.
Starlit moon and deluging night
Had been my allies
And you rose in my dead sky.
Resplendent and belligerent
to my tamed desires.