Disappointment

Of all that forever surrounds usAnd the beauty we experienceNothing beats the joyOf meeting someone newAnd of all that reeks around us And our trivial heartaches Nothing beats the disappointment Of getting to know them Arqum 1/2/2017Read more …

Repose

Tired of the trudging gameI closed my eyes for a little whileRepose, I thought I needed too A moth sat on a lily wild A butterfly flew into the flame   Arqum 18/2/2017  Read more …

Roses in Debris

Red, blue dreams ascend towards the sky Like helium balloons As the child chases a butterfly The balloons rise but in sight, still The butterfly, too far away Coal black bombs descend And helicopters for humming birds The child, dust, and aching bones Roses don't in debris, bloomRead more …

A saddle brown wooden bench

At the peaceful end of a busy street In the dated old part of the city Sits a saddle brown wooden bench And vivid green blades of grass Grow through its rusty legs And some wild clover weed Rain drops on a long abandoned bicycle, locked to the sidewalk rail Over to the side, where children play Under the blue tarps, having called it a day The street hawkers have their tea A black car pulls over at the bend A young man steps out and strolls Dressed in a suit with a…Read more …

A Sunset

Chrome trees and stainless steel blades of grass crimson drops slither on the edges And petals lay rotting The golden sun hangs on the horizon of a satin sky and blinds an infant tulip grown in a mass of copper It's youthful veins yearn for water and suck the acid from down below It observes as it withers A large coiled cord at the back of the sun and a few civilized men lethargically rotating a dial and the sun starts to set   Arqum 6/12/2016  Read more …

Prosaic

I'm unable to write, the poem that I've become A poem of lost stanzas.. My limbs are torn and put back together Like syllables out of place I present no art I have no meaning I sooth no senses; I am prosaic but I can't be prose I can't be prose.. Arqum 23/2/2016Read more …

Kintsugi

Every heart is fragile Every heart breaks Every heart mends itself To break in different place You have to break your heart For golden dust to glue And embellish your scars For them to shine anew As hiding is a toil And you'd grow weary Of lying to yourself That you were never teary And why do you hide? The story of your strength That your cracks can tell Let it show, it mends There will always be A yoshimasa for you Who wants you as you are Scarred, pale and blue *Kintsugi or Kintsukuroi is the Japanese…Read more …

Blue Garnet

Once I found a blue garnet  A little raw and a little rough  I cleaned it up and gave it a cut then a little more and a little more until I had no blue garnet I wish I had a blue garnet A little raw and a little rough Arqum 8/2/2016Read more …

Epiphany I

All adversity that stalls my journey and sucks me down into despair I thought about it, the other day.. It occurred to me as an epiphany If I were to write, my life's accounts the troubles that I've  had so far All my nightmares that came true, and every time I was left in blue all of that, If I'm not redundant wouldn't take more than a paragraph :) Arqum 22/1/2016Read more …