when dreams die

I paint my hopes into nightmarish skies
not tough enough, though difficult,
when a dream, dies.....

I take the strokes with my heart's brush
not worthy enough, though priceless,
as my tearful eyes blush....

I stretch my arms making your world within
not tired enough, though weak,
i search my soul therein....

I picture effortlessly the serene beautiful sunrise
not shining enough, though glorious,
through which your memories arise...

I scamper the colour of those innocent eyes
not blameless enough, though angelic,
in which my whole life lies....

I shall paint for you alone, those celestial skies
not enchanting enough, though sublime,
there shall I watch, as my dream dies...

life's characterization

In all desperation,
I signify emancipation,
With Unworthy intoxication
Feeling internal coagulation.

All these dejections
Unsaid, unfelt rejections
Boost me like injections
Their dastardly suggestions.

Death’s tantalizations
My soul’s adjudications
Skillful appropriations
Their phony prostrations.

Living on probations
Impending rationalizations
In this world of automations
I signify randomizations.

Reaching finalization
My Breath’s factorization
In a shameful picturization
Of Probing, life’s fictionalization.

Reaching a culmination
Is my grim visualization,
Enforcing mesmerization
Discard this lewd Characterization.