A naked Observation

 

London, 1908.
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Forbid me from not inviting you to the dinner tonight,

The reservations are kept clean and precise

We shall make Spaghetti Arrabiata and will murmur talks.

Talks about new locality, a lamenting voice of new priests doing exorcism

Surrounding my pesky air, claps and thunder shall be mixed in your wine

A charcoal dust will caress your cheekbones, piquant games of truth and dare

A memoir, a brandishing clamour of naked bodies will dance

Time teaches time about the modals of life

and human bites time again and again.

I scream inch by inch like the wing of sparrow (Hush, hush, hush)

Needles revolve, this golden sundial stands frozen

Some say the truth, others are clowns well decorated in their own pits.

Forbid me from not inviting you to the dinner tonight.

 

-My Valiant Soul

When the water is Dark

Kate’s lip was cracked. She ran with all her struggle.
A few petals of autumn leaves fell on her naked back,
torn clothes revealed her scars now,
The heinous brutality was a dark cage
People said it will be alright. So she fought.
She fell in the web of masked society. Hard to inhale
hard to smile, locking horns with the concealed brown pit
Splash of waters did not soothe her skin, now her sagging vapid skin
So she fought again.
She knitted courage from her belly button expanding to her gazing eyes,
The once charmed, innocuous smile
full of dynamite forever.
People still say Kate will be alright.