This is not a love poem

There’s a piece of letter in my heart for you And I’m deeply sorry for I could never hand it to you When my heart was begging my mind To make a move, My heart was begging me to be braver than I was. But Read More …

Covert Covets

Perhaps it was, The emptiness Of a room That shrouded The callous body Or the posters That exhibited nudity Pasted With precise longing Or the secret stash Of apparatuses That screamed Pleasure At midnight Or the erotica That lay Sprawled On the floor, Open and Read More …

Made them strive, for me

It was a bright night With thirsty clouds, When I smoked an Agarbatti Under a Tulsi tree. I gazed up north To see capitalist slums, Waiting to be ruined By a communist regime. Though, there was a hiccup In their throat. It was coming from Read More …

Together Forever

We were surrounded. The walls of your ears Were filled with words And taunts. While mine, were barren And dry, filled with silence. You were barren too, Your throat was dry. You were dying From thirst. The thirst of isolation. Only that I knew, Isolation Read More …

What are the Masks hiding?

The man on the stage the man in the front and the man at the back such was the system of the world. As they huddled together to learn but only one spoke and one listened and one heard. They all carried masks. The man Read More …

Balanced Void

My head is paining. It is scattering piece by piece. My scalp melts, to expose my bare skull. You step on it, in pursuit of my brain. You seek to make me better. It pains a lot, though. I push you off. I breathe warning, Read More …

Seasons

  I remember my childhood where I used to visit that crowded market To see what’s new and to keep my hands on one of those toys That fancy me and, cringe until I have it in. I remember that childhood where I used to Read More …

Renaissance

I try to heal everyone Yet I find humans running out of me. Yes I am time, having unlimited names and dimensions to me. I am the story of Yin Yang, Marked by numbers representing The sequence of happy and sad Residing together in me. Read More …

A Roof with Secrets

I sit in a room of strange nothingness. A room with no walls, yet a roof. The roof is standing on a choice. A choice of isolation. But what is it made of? Well that is a secret. Over the roof are sun rays. Sun Read More …

The Morning I killed Myself

  On the day when You were very, very sad, You watched thirty seven Sunsets sitting on a cliff And all you wanted was time To cease. So that you could cringe your head again Without having anyone to ask why And you could close your Read More …