The hewer

Piercing
the opacity of darkness,
he walked slowly towards
the woods.
The tacit hewer and his
... ethereal silence
was browbeating the night..

--and here,
muteness is indefinite in nature
thence, he must wait
till the dusk
grows lenient
and
she will come
to tie the
amulet of love
against his lambent eyes..

V@@S..

Kleptomaniac

The spring, that besmirched
the debonair clock
ensnared me in it's manoeuvre too.

outcome-I have grown unusually old..

Being left with a quarter of the night,
... wallful of inutile emptiness
and a mortal paradigm of love,
I preferred to be a kleptomaniac
within the hideous darkness I had..

outcome-I am abandoned and freed for ever

From
You
Love
and
the rest..

V@@S..