Today I tried to run away
I did not have success,
The road was long,
The day too hot,
I fear I look a mess.
My long hair quite in disarray
My clothing, loose and free
People cry and point and try
to run away from me.

the day a poet  
falls in love with you
is the day
you know you will live
forever
not in life
but in the love
that your poet
could never seem to
grant
themselves
but will
give you
all of

||   चाहत    ||

मुझे चाहत नहीं तुझे छोड़ के जाने की,
पर तु समझता नहीं, हद हो चुकी हैं मेरे रोने की।
हर बात पर कहता हैं, इतनी छोटी सी तो बात हैं,
बात अगर छोटी ही हैं, तो मुझे बताता क्यु नहीं।
अगर मुझसे प्यार हैं, तो फ़िर जताता क्यु नहीं।
तेरे लिए तो तेरी आजादी ही प्यारी हैं,
पर तु क्यु नही समझता, प्यार कोई हथकड़ी तो नहीं।
प्यार हो तो एक चाहत होती हैं, दिल से निभाने की।
पर सायद तुझे मुझसे मोहबत ही नहीं,
इसीलिए तो जरूरत पड़ती हैं तुझे इन सब बहाने की।
तु मुझे छोड़ना चाहता हैं, तो छोड़ दे,
पर मुझे चाहत ही नहीं, तुझे छोड़ के जाने की।।
                                                    ~Tannu.

You are an unfinished work of art
I am always drawn to imperfection!

Our magnum opus
Love shared with you, God's best art
Heaven's lone Monet

let me drip venom in your mouth,
poison your lungs, corrupt your thoughts,
break your limbs,

let me drown you under the waves of desire,
love me with your wrists bound,
pretend this is a dream

and learn your lesson now

For once I’m content
My soul knows no trouble
Don’t have to pretend
No more of the struggle  

Through all the observed, absorbed and accepted
Through all the untold, hurtful, deceptive
With each soul that I met
And through every heartbreak
Was built my true self

And so peace descended into my soul
And so I learnt acceptance is above all
Tormented spirit was set to be free
I’m celebrating the birth of new me.

If you want to last,
stop telling me one thing but
doing another

10:05 PM
10/8/20

Going to oregon
buying some acres
.

Buying a pet

Buying a shed

Buying a home in the hills with the dead spring gardens and gumdrop suns and making a life
where time stands still behind trees

saving up

Saving up


With myself

the bills pressed in pillows
The saints plead for mercy
I had so
Much time to

            Be

To be

     Me

i have a little kitten a cheeky chap is he

he climbs upon my chair and sits up on my knee

lies upon his back for me to stroke his fur

happy and content as he begins to purr.



gives a loud meow when its time to eat

jumps down to the floor waiting for a treat

then he as a play for a little while

he is very funny and always makes me smile.

I wish I didn't exist  
All I ever do is cause trouble and distress
Everything bad that ever happens is because of me
So let me end it and show the world
That laiba is the worst person in the world
Goodbye and good luck

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she tells me it is my destiny,
and it is all in the email she sent me.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she possesses many Riches,
and she has promised me all of them.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
from her wretched uncle,
who will steal her wealth and lock her away.

I would save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
but she only needs my Government ID,
Bank Account and Social Security.

From the saddest part of my heart,
I try to re-rewrite the saddest words.
But does it makes your soul quiver?
Does it sting on your neutral spine?
Like the way, I bleed through the quill.

If it can do none,
After I write like tears in the night.
Then maybe I am just a writer in vain.
And it's not worth it to call it,
The saddest of all the poems.

Men make the world,
Man create society
Women, mould the men.

Blow holes in convention
make art that disturbs the status quo

But you control him
I watch and I stare and you continue
No matter how hard I tried
You always find a way to hurt the people I love and cherish the most
You preyed on the vulnerable

You did say he was  gullible  
And so you dragged him around like a living puppet
You could feed him to lions
and he wouldn’t mind

i just ate dinner
now i'm a new person
can we start over?
nice to meet you.

If the seasons are made to change,
then my love is made to stay through it all.

do not cross the ocean,
never sail the seven seas
if you want to never
want to see lands again like these

if you do decide to go
to step onto a boat
don't say i didn't warn you
that you'll always be afloat

don't say i didn't warn you,
don't say i didn't care
if you do become a pirate
it's not my fault, i swear.

live a live d strife the rotting skyy mine why why why

It started with an RD
Reveal device
Then it went to a P
Pacemaker
But it keeps you alive
My dear
To lose you
Is my only fear
I need you another year
More I do implore
So keep that heart beating
And stay with me for sure!

THOU SHALT NOT COVID
THY NEIGHBOURS WIFE.


p.s.

Wear a mask.

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

and we
won't just
  survive
    but we'll
      thrive till
        we're five
           and make
              peace with
                 our hearts
                     till we're
                         feeling
                              alive
                                   and my
                                        puppy-
                                               eyed
                                                     lover
                                                            will talk
                                                                   to the
                                                                          sky and
                                                                               we'll drift
                                                                                      through the
                                                                                              night till
                                                                                                      we're free

I’m addicted to the feel of cold metal sliding across bare flesh
Addicted to the instant
when nothing marks smooth skin
immediately before
red rivers rapidly rise
painting a once white canvas
with a flood of emotion,
tears on my cheeks,
sobs caught in my throat,
numbness replaced by pain & sadness.
Addicted to the imperfection
of red welts and dotted scabs that follow,
fingers drawn like magnets
to the texture of healing skin,
tracing over and over and over now fading ridges
Amazed that I am strong enough
to heal myself over and over and over.
Convincing myself that I am strong enough.
I find strength in my weakness.

These clouds of Italy are grown on vines,
Infidels of skies, fruit bearers of wine-veined
Marble, fertile in spite of its own lifeless tableau,
Here thrives the succulent garden of the alone,
Where turns aside the burnt nape of the plowman,
Voyager of the cool midnight seas of the mind,
Up to this arable vine of sighs from outworn gods,
And hears his heart once more give up its throne.

Thinking about getting a tattoo
But, I take pause...
Looking in the mirror
I see my body’s already covered
Marked in invisible ink
Every inch of my bare skin
Painted with the joy and pain of living
From my heart to my hips
Color faded here, but poppin’ over there
Memories designed by your hands
Others etched on my own
A collection that makes me smile
Among a few pieces I regret
So, about getting a tattoo...
I guess I’m not ready
Because I can’t think of a tattoo
Meaningful enough, yet
To write over any of the life I’ve lived