Empty Spaces

My motif heart breaks like a pool of ugliness, Last night’s love, now a vintage memory how you mock my love, irritates me. i revolve like an Earth, sticking to the mollusc and petunias and i fall. fall like a group of galaxy wild animals biting my skin and I see you nowhere. Nowhere inside… Continue reading Empty Spaces

Circle

That’s life. Run among the Autumn leaves. Run among your cascading bruises. The skin that is swollen now, the eyes which are full of jaundice, even if fingernails fall. Run. Beneath the tree, under the valley, rub your scars, screech, shout, rub your scars again till you faint , naked facing the mirror of life.… Continue reading Circle

Black pain & walls

i have fallen with troops of maniac inside this cold body disappearing jawbones of sins and masters of death residing inside this globe, the pool of ataxia, the pool of coherence with red pale evenings growing, chilling, breaking, falling, Abstruse thumbs of broken lines making me thaw, ice-cold teeth cracking on black grounds, with lonesome… Continue reading Black pain & walls

nights that talk of you

A mesh of poetry ascends in my scalp of lights the place punctured by your visits often, in my nocturnal nights of anxiety and suicides. You step on to my body, peeling layers of SCARS\ and you watched POETRY\ C A S C A D I N G in molten, mountain flush of hours. I… Continue reading nights that talk of you

As a mind bleeds

You would bleed mentally, axis by axis to know my aching cheeks and lips. they do not flutter, engulfed in smokes my mouth, volatile and dark i am a pattern of transition disgusted each day, separation of tongues divides these breasts once supple, i am a sliced burning moon only diced further, till i dismantle… Continue reading As a mind bleeds

Point Zero

If i tell you my bones crackle, coarse carbon black each time i sit and turn would you slit a piece of the moon and ask her to mollify my pain? my hands’ quiver and the elbow aches, screams and shouts as i ink my pain like a heavy layered pile of stones resting on… Continue reading Point Zero

Anonymous

Like fresh breaths and cinnamon aroma I wrapped your almond curve of palms, preserving it into my oceanic eyes Monsoon lilies. Iterative Petrichors. I swallowed your words,an Orion of kisses Only to know you will chop the slices of apple, bit by bit Smudging the sweetness, smudging the rhythms, smudging my dreams.

Scissors and Thorns

Penumbra, walls of construction, destruction black coherent cathartic squalid eyes numb crooked vertebrae floating in the liquid air, my body becomes a coffin. Enfeeble basket of black roses resides in my cracking eyes. I take a pause, and visit the old creaking house, haunted and mahogany drooling over my burning piquant skin, I feel a… Continue reading Scissors and Thorns

The way it is.

  A box of hidden muse resides in my heart. I try to hear the amorphous murmur the times I am cold in my warm blanket. The smoke and ashes brew a pool of blurry images, my past tales that plunge deep into my veins, unable I am to move. Numb my thighs remain, numb my… Continue reading The way it is.

My Poetry is Dark

    Tonight, I shall rip my mind bifurcating like thin veins for I see hot wax resting on my body, for I am lips and lips of shooting fire tonight, I shall cry and vomit my parched pain like shattered poppies lying in the coffin for dark is my home dark is my poetry… Continue reading My Poetry is Dark

Scars

        Beyond this cracking wall, in the horizon of that empty dusk, I walk in the blues of protrusion of my floral cheeks my mind scratched, my heart stabbed A partition of a falling star and constellation of stars a Meraki of a paper boat, if you know I walk in unknown… Continue reading Scars

Drop dead beauty.

My flaky fingers hold my hope like the sacrosanct dusk, the better is my mind with the fall leaves, the turpid pick of the smoke, pulling strings impeccably, wretched you say?oh, I am just a maniac wandering on the ebb of tyranny, turbulence and war see the pattern?It’s beautiful though dark. The puzzles cut my… Continue reading Drop dead beauty.

Dark howl

I am no summer breeze. Neither I am a warm blanket to provide that yearning, surreal warmth. My own soul is shivering, heart sees cracks here and there, Irrevocable my tears are on this pillow. Fierce, ghost-like shadows perching on my knee joints, It hurts. It hurts my paradise dreams. And you say I am… Continue reading Dark howl

Dark-deep-cage.

I hear screech in my abdominal muscle Lurking deep in my vanity of thoughts My pillow talks the tales of absorbed tears The white cover unravelling the bites, the thorns of forlorn chants The crooked walls of my space shall direct the cave in my eyes Deep, dark, lost all at once My tongue feels… Continue reading Dark-deep-cage.

A faded star

  Ventilation bursts my shout outside the hole the frontal lobe of pain puts the pain on the clamour  my dark pink lipstick the soil declining to wake me up Tug of war. A lie in my pharynx. the knuckles of my hand like the cover of a coconut from my backyard Hard yet soft… Continue reading A faded star