A vintage truth

Photographs are blurred memories, of faked, chipped, plastered walls cracking like walnuts, eating its own body- Walls & bones dissolving inside the tooth of dust, memories can be fatal, if picturized or vandalised. All memories collide inside flaky cheeks producing abhorrence of stars, photographs stick like a parasite to your naked soul & exposes theContinue reading “A vintage truth”

I carry spring & children

i have a tongue of colours with rooms of spaces, mapping you & me. A Polaroid stitch of sinking, like bubbles erupting in my hollows of womanhood, i have an eye like the sky- drugged, fuller lips with ashtray of hopes, I spin in my own body, toes kissing head heads going missing- like aContinue reading “I carry spring & children”

As we Sink

i have watched you swallowing my winter talks and gripping my crooked breaths I become an empty air in my body surviving for your arms and tongue the weeds that grow inside our bellies, something divine occurs like doves and pigeons, we flap and nurture my red nail paint chips and get dissolves into yourContinue reading “As we Sink”

Anonymous Bond

Do you hear me breathing? In the moments of translucent air, where our breaths collapses and cling onto each other, where the crooked walls burst, like jackfruit ripening purple colours pouring onto our bed covers here I breathe contours of sparkling waters brushing my dead spirit, fully awake. The screams, shouts, jingle, And splashing ofContinue reading “Anonymous Bond”

That September

“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair”— Pablo Neruda In the sleepless nights of thunder and laughter, I craved the shape of your mouth, where the butterflies built a rainbow soaking in the solemn orange skies. Tranquility glitters as my reflection and my anklets clamour my tears. Oh, the moon weeps, upon the lastContinue reading “That September”