When on earth, do I feel to soar high at the beckoning of the sky

When gliding I look at the tall waves beneath

As I dive I yearn for my soles to dance and give off my fins

When I dance – there is no earth, sky or sea

I galloped through the ways to come to you

Passed some lakes and some parched lands

Some lavas on the way with tongue spitting flames

Some glaciers to numb me enough

Sat with them to chat a bit

Taking some in me and leaving some of me

Winds made me porous, what got shed with my skin was a little bit of love

Now what I will bring to you will be a little a bit of lava and a palm of parched matter

Some gurgling brooks which freeze before flowing

Do not tell me…you LOST me.

Your silence.. your nod, your just being there

My tussle my restlessness and your acceptance

Want to love you more than ever before

You tell me to be in the moment..and I have started loving every moment since then !!!

The tower of silence building inside me can just be an abode of slaughtered carcass

The thoughtful vultures with their piercing vision devouring every remain

I smiled at those eyes which took a plunge on me, with its sharp claws trying to clutch

As once I free I will be as feral as you, a nomad , a scavenger

The blank paper haunts me like my blank mind
Dimmed words surface over the marshy thoughts
Trying to root or spread just to find there is no space for either…

Dreams hanging… holding the handles in the claustrophobic trains

With aspirations, calculations and racist fundamentals

Compromising promiscuity and loyal infidelity …

We still journey, journey together

Tell me when your are free

Tell me as we need to speak

Nowadays you seem to babble

And I hear you faint

The talks to raise the civilization and the search of torching a cause

Seems so nonsensical!!!

With the angelic expressions that hallucinates me

As all of them huddle together to pin me down to the ground

A chorus reaffirms me to collect my alms

As I always have to rise from the ashes…but the phoenix in me

Cannot take a plunge anymore

As the skies fade away in the convenient approach that I chose for myself

Which take me away from my being, my roots

My open sky and the skies beyond

And your words were an eye opener

Who took me by my hair and forced me to see in the mirror

All I see is the Known Devil

I want to tell you how much I love you

As you know not what breathes in me

A sinful soul

With a bowed head on the cross roads

Ready to be guillotined

Ready for the pyre

As it will set itself free as the plum gold phoenix

To spread its wings where you can rest…

She peeped at me through the crevice

And smiled the way she rarely does

A smile of misfortune or a caution which I am yet to know

She wanted her flesh back this time

I hid behind my sister as she followed me

Her eyes glued on her prey

She wanted every bit of what she had created

I had no way to escape……

MA....

Documented stock of evidences

That restates the lies and the series of the abducted thoughts

A pervert once stated that what can be manipulated can be rejoiced

And the followers of him shed their sins and their skins to become saints

The Nagasaki crippled the deformed leaving a solid foundation

That resembled the gigantic forms of Rome

The bullet shots deafened the chaos

Chaos of silence that scares the hell out of me…..

It has to move as it has to flow

The burdened will settle

Settle deep in the debris of un manifested desires

Like crouched silhouettes of the forbidden souls

In the darkest alcove of your self

Where man will breathe its last

In the bloodied festoons hanging from the melting towers of hope

With the sheaths unleashed to the feral within….

Yes…I lost you just round the corner the other day

When you were whispering in my ears to believe me

And I felt no better than a mass

I need this mass to retire now

Mass suicides will be in vogue now

Hara-kiri was never condemned in my world

With all the scrutiny that I have been left with

I believe no more in the biggest hoax

Love you never existed.....as you were never created