Blue Blooded

i wash my face in the mirror

And watch in its million drops

Reflections warped to behold

Or another mask Rorschach

The ink lay panting spilt

On white reams untouched

The strands soaking by turns

Immuring obscurity of facts

And out came rushing tumbling

With emptiness the words

Their shells a hollow cocoon

Of dreams that diaphanous were

That glistened in my harsh gaze

Like a rainbow painted bubbles

Pricking the sun.

i watch them drift asunder

In the flickering strands of breeze

That leaves me gasping again

For my claustrophobic reverie

That chokes me bit by bit

To squeeze the remnants of-

A splattered day, a chance meeting

And all those voiceless thoughts

That kept piling in a corner quiet

Because i never knew where

Does solitude of the world seep

To but sprout its tendrils here;

Here where the variegated moss

Of your life en-homes my dungeons

Seeping in its quaint moisture

And draws its hopeless art.