A Scene

A play
That I replayed
Spewing dialogues
One after one
Like I’d known them all along.
An act in haze
In the midnight theatre
Of a mindless chase;
Scene after scene
I let myself swim in
The roles I am caressed by a silver spoon,
So comforting and courting.
A soft thirst quenched
By the sweet dreams of tomorrow.
They owned a picturesque
Under the bright, moonlight like.
Trails of tales left behind
Washed away by the touch of time
And when they echo back
On the canvas of colours
That haven’t died,
I wake up
Once again from the warmth
Of a cloud of desires,
That cruise me down the alley
Of a cotton candy smile,
Momentary sprinkles of lust
Twisted and turned on the counter
Of the fading silhouette of mine
Slowly melting away the dust
Settled so gentle and careless,
Unnoticed like shadows
Imprisoned by their masters,
A desperate magic choreographed
In the sight of a tamed
Kiss planted on the lenses of the satisfied.
An unforgettable applause
That made love to the ears of a spring
That once left a morning
In the joy of illusions
Served afresh and irresistible.

-Entukay
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A fall glory

Hopelessness is dark

Drowned in silence

No ears to ask

No answers to hear

Left alone in the centre stage

Watching the audience

Do what they do

Smiles stroked by the beams of light.

I see myself seated amidst the mist of lies,

Watching me in glory

Constantly consumed by time

And I stand there in the centre stage

Gazing at the embrace feeding on me

That courts life

An act

Of sweet desire

While that will of

Pampered wisdom

Owes to their fantasies wild

Caressed by roses red

Burning in the lake

Of scented candles

Wait….

What am I doing?

Apologies.

All thoughts come so conjuring

Cruising down

The streets dream.

The wings and the wind

Had more to sing

There were pigeons

With no messages

To seek.

Words so dead

With no voice to take flight.

There is tomorrow

An unpromised kiss.

Right here right now

I am here

In the centre stage

No walk

No talk

I’m but a dot

That small kid

Everyone was

Who carefully

Touched soft

On paper white lust

Waiting to be slapped

By the colours’ war

Ogled at by the gasp of void

That’s settling slow

Like dew

In the bright morning chime.

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I open the book
Of my story

From where words

Took flight

Into a cloud of noise

Basked in the light of reality.

I turn the pages

Unwritten,

What’s left

Is a gasp of void.

With a berm of past

Consuming me from behind,

While caressed

By the mist of pixels

In my sight

I stand on a cliff,

Gaping at the ocean

Ahead of me,

Glaring into my I

Under the glares of a moonlight

And I jump into

The falling……..

Remember that flight?

It landed at my mind.

Now scintillating

On a river of thought,

Flowing toward

An ocean of lust.

A grope of the moment

Cozy sucked into time

And then dawns a burst

Of light, liquid bright

Rushing in colors of I

Soaring in the skies of the while

Falling…
_I_

The speck unlit

The start-

I wasn’t there.

The end-

Unaware.

Two decades of

Round and round

Around 

A star unknown,

I am

A story

Uncertain,

No freedom

No bounds

Lost

In the highs

That kill the lies.

Darkness remains

No truth no false.

Dark within

Dark without

An unlit path

Until the infinity

Known.

Observed

Absorbed.

At my start 

There was no

Me or myself

All there was

Was all there is

The sound of silence

The noise of 

Randomness,

Of a disposition

Surreal.

-Entukay

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None

This

Less known

Self,

Where

Are 

You?

Clouded by

The unknown?

Roads

Many 

Travelled,

This one

Less 

Unexplored,

Unraveled.

Whence

Whither

Am I

To scour

Me?

These

Scars

Of familiarity,

Scares

Of obscurity,

Soaked,

Loathed in

Discordance with

Concordance.

Whence

Whither,

Do I

Break 

The ice,

To visit 

Me?
-Entukay

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Monologue

What narrative

Since the day

Silence

Met 

Whispers,

Echoing 

Reflecting

Within and

Without.

Voices 

Unheard

Unknown

Were

Uninterrupted,

Untouched

Unmoved

Unconditional.
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Surreal Unctions

Colonial

Corrosions,

Collonaded

Contradictions,

Conspired

Conclusions,

Contoured 

Conscience.

What?

Where?

Why?

How?

When?

Then?

Collosal

Collapse

Of 

Contact

Incontent,

Inconvenient

Incomplete

Intellect.

Interaction

Inter reaction,

Interested

Intentions,

Interrelated

Inner related,

Intertwined

Interlaced

Interfaced

Internetwork!
-Entukay

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