Tarzan...


Tarzan...

Stream that shutters down
my cottage has again a foggy cover
resting on the hay stack
recollecting the lady days

my queen outfit
the pink ballet shoes
lovely sissies, chirping cuckoos around
ornaments to the gloss

Oil lamps head above
mirror of my dressing creasing moonlight
monarch’s of the dark out again
shadow in the candlelight, back again in time

Close yet too far always
deserted woods, still could count
star you follow, myself too pathetic
I lost my lyrics the tune, lost in here evermore

Gold spark o’er the horizon
caressed my eyes
morning coffee steaming hot
the misty vapors, tears trickle, clock back again  

Bittersweet migraine in my head
thought you will be back
my Novocain; the sensation was overwhelming
been high now for a while.

Overhead heat sweat on my tee
thought I’ll swim upstream
boulders; slimy vermin’s
but I have nothing to lose, just some broken lost noon’s.

Tarzan ruthless though sure
spring for my wood
each road now an epic of adoration
dynasty was yours; I now own the heaven.

-khushi.

 

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