Poem-uh-grenades

A hunt without predator and prey Nothing left to chance. Not in this beguiling play. Satiated, yet craving for more of this rapture. Exploring new unknowns and yearning for the capture. He, an incorrigible tease. She, more than a match albeit not easy to please. Her very silhouette forces him to surrender. His reckless abandon makes for the perfect blender In every motion, effortlessly switching roles. Speaking a language privy only to two souls. Etching words on her outlines with his lips. Carving promises of past indulgences to be eclipsed. She is a storm, not to be contained. Thrives in his embraces unrestrained For this divine chaos, time stands still. He becomes a believer, dissolves in this deep thrill. A rhythm in motion and a spectacle in progress Inking each other's skins to immortalize this congress. All the senses impatient to be enticed. Witness the blue flames that dance on the green ice sashank nistala

A transient bias younger than my sentiment. Alas, it usurped me and drove them away. No intoxication potent enough to shield me, from the cold undulating embrace of a piercing certainty. They are but human, only a sole mistake would leave a lasting mark in their memory. Rue lending an ear to my lofty acuity. Holding this superficiality culpable shed light on my decadence. Acquiesced in this desolation, withdrawal was my penance. The cards tumbled out of my hand. Falling face up and leaving me at your mercy. The opportunity bid adieu and vacated with a shred of my soul. The heart succumbed to this melancholy, ensconced itself within the crevices. It was like time, surging forth, never looking back. Had the rhyme, I penned been good. Had my tears been a flood. It would have matched my heavy heart on the scales. sashank nistala

Sinking into salty blues, as I dare not blink. Your burning. Your glory. Your swansong. Ensconced within dark clouds, threatening to rob me of the memorable. Why aren’t I a cloud? A compact bubble in a shade of grey, destined to light up, by merely witnessing your gaze falling on me? You are that blood sun, calling it a day. This onslaught of darkness never left me wanting more, Until I beheld your majestic descent into this vast ocean. Waters cherishing every hue they bear, every beam they refract. Why can’t I just soak it in? Why do I concern myself with its transience? Making way for every other celestial’s moment in the spotlight. At least they let me look on without blinding me with illumination. but why twinkle, when you can dazzle bright? Why split the bounty, when you can claim stake over all the skies? Who else can make a sunflower’s head turn? Are the avians curious to seek you out? Would they keep flying westward to make sure you never set? Nightfall has its own charm, but I would only a revere a distant ball of luminescence. sashank nistala

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