Verses : Pent- Up & Nowhere To Belong



When "freedom" is more subjective ,and the least "objective". . . . .

Insomniac Agony

But sleep eludes me. . . .

Spurning every seductive promise I make
And am I not Pain's favorite mistress?
Insomniac hours, ceaselessly writhing,
yet more of me it craves. . . .

Deprived, my eyes are lustful
Incessantly awaiting its soporific caress
For slumber, for solace , my maddening thirst ensues. . .

But sleep eludes me. . .

Alluring me in treacherous grace

And am I not Irony's dearest ally ?

Accursed with lonely nights, dreamless. . .

- Sinorita Enchantress



Prayers of Tomorrow

Arms raised, bent knees
While her vision blurs in the mist

Holding back drops of anguish
She vows to Him not to ever cease

Till her soul bids farewell
The last breath evades, till she perishes
Her faith should not falter the least
Let despair engulf her or treacherous bliss
She promises Him not to ever cease

To forever hope and pray
Whatever ordeals now before her lay
Let tomorrow be a better day

- Senorita Enchantress



 

 

 

 

Dancing with Rain, in the Tempest

Carried away by the Rain....

And the fresh smell of earth that it brings. . . .

My body caged in a concrete prison,

Yet the mind stays afloat, free . . .

Outside it's pouring heavily, my soul craves to feel....

The trickling drops from the heavens ,the reviving wetness!

Outside the Tempest is dancing. . .

Drenching the sweet ground, flooding the brimming rivers...

And freeing the captive souls. . .

My body caged in a concrete prison,

Yet the mind stays afloat, free. . .

Carried away by the Rain..

And the fresh smell of earth that it brings.... ♥

- Senorita Enchantress
(written on the spur of the moment )

05/06/2012

When words don't seem enough, let your eyes speak for you . . . .^_^