Embrace your curse
Dance with her
Lean into the coldness
of her skin
Be a bit more bold
Why not reckless ?
The night has barely grown
Drink bitter wine with her
One that makes you
laugh and cry
till it's hidden in your mind
Laugh at her jabs
Dance again if she wants
Stumble into the sand
But hide the wounds
on your feet
For the sake of her reactions
Kiss her lips with much fire
it surprises her
For she is all you have
But do not ask her why
She had made it that way
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 9:12 AM UTC
I twirl in mine
You twirl in yours
She does, he, they
all in theirs.
Have little seconds
to enjoy sun
Before twirling
Twirling twirling twir—
Ugly breath catching sight
of synchronised dancing
in mud, smiles
plastered, dresses
drenched
Feet stumbling
Scattered dancin—
Sinking away away I am
I'm. sinkin
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 12:36 AM UTC
She comes, and she goes,
Circles are her favourite shape.
She visits my neighbours
Even the ones I said I hate.
At her visits, she brings books
Sad literature books, new sets of tears
and nights with fragrant nicotine
Then she leaves without a bye
I wouldn't realise, until bad luck
rings down the street.
At times she doesn't leave,
Only splits in two and visits others
With her unique presents.
At this long-short break,
I patiently await her arrival
and her slowly addictive gifts.
For she may have turned my lover.
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 4:36 PM UTC
Everything changed
The morning when I arose
It was merely past midnight
And some books were by my bed
A million eyes at every cranny
Of my new bedroom
The toys were no where found
In their spots, shards of mirrors
A knife with a tinge of my blood
Laying patient in a corner.
The serene space of my life
Had changed to a house for
Demons I thought I never had
All within little hours hauntingly ticking
I'm tears-strickened with chaffed lips
Shivering sickly, sweating
In a grungy building
I never knew I built with only hands
Such an out-worldly change
A recognition of a new world
With sightless eyes
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 1:50 PM UTC
Thru my cruelest nights
I realise that I pray to my God
For merely two things
To be the fairy I was
Or be nothing
To be the fairy I once was
Skipping through fields
My little wings glowing
In the warmth of the sun
My once eternal giggles
Adding a sweet tune to the birds’
And my eyes finding solace
In the daisies around my tiny body
Or my name never recorded
In the dutiful book of life
My eyes, smiles, tears
My notes, hair, scent
None of it ever seen
In this vast cage of a field
To be too nothing
To even know I am nothing
Yet I forget that the fairies
Also cry and scream
That they run and they fight
And to be none ? Then I miss it all
The warmth and heat of the sun
The soothing and hungry birds’ songs
The daisies and wild grass of the fields
In those nights, I forget it all
But what is painted in my mind
Is this, a fairy I was and still am
But with no wings again
No tune from my dying throat
And no eyes finding solace in grass
Do you see this fairy ?
She dances with the mud
And grows sick of it many nights
So she prays to be nothing
For nothing has always been
The best escape
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 2:26 PM UTC
I want to be that
Which you couldn't be for me
I put it plainly for all eyes
I want my lips and limbs and eyes
To do all that you couldn't do
But must have thought you did
For I very well know
That your love was for me
And I have such love towards her
So I will use my derailing mind
To cover the forming holes in her soul
And I'll do so until I am sure
That she can do same to her own
Till my lips quiver and limbs flail
Till my eyes are blinded by time
And I go to my home with the grass
That is what I will be
For you, me and for her
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 5:12 PM UTC
I was decaying for days
Screaming like a mad man
Released from his chains
Tho I was in an overused one
Made from the curse I fervently recited
I would fall asleep sometimes
But then the curse would snap
And my wasting legs would want to run
Yet, no strength in me, and so I would sing
The cursed song, as it was all I knew
My own stench was my poison
Still, I couldn't have a bath
For I was in a craze, praying and singing
But in the calm of my sickness
My clear eyes always darted for a candle
And a match, and a paper with a pen
I found them once, but my crazed soul
Was dozing from the stupor of the curse
I was decaying for days
And I couldn't use a pen
But I use it now
In the calm of my madness
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 4:55 PM UTC
I gazed at the softly burning globe
And the magnificent orange clouds
Full of deep infatuation, I could smell it
My lips grinned in ecstacy
At the chilly embrace of its zephyr
And I can swear the heavens
Were jealous of the first of these greenery
Last forever—this ethereal beauty
And give birth to more eternals like you
That I will die with wrinkles
But your spring kisses the cheeks
Of both the young and old
Grace them with your vision
Don't make the heavens mock you
Oh but the green lovers of your loam
Vanish every hour, till we see them not
The heat of your warm sun
Kills my brothers and sisters
The zephyrs choke the children at mines
And the clouds pour angry gallons on us
Oh heavens must be jeering at us
Must have grown sick of our cruelty
This beautiful earth of mine
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 11:56 AM UTC
I balter to this hypnotic tune
My feet tangle and stumble
But I don't stop grinning—
Even laying on the mud
For I am too drunk
To have control over my own feet
So the universe has cruelly blessed me
By drawing that tattoo on my brain
The bow of its violin
Pierces through my skull
Ingrained into my fate like my skin
And controlling my lifeless feet
To these cyclical hymns
That only end
When my legs stumble
And rises no more
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 1:13 PM UTC
The letters are so beautiful
My soul longs to grab them, but oh so unreachable
Right by my side, running to me, but still farther to hold
Like birds with colourful wings, plenty of treasures underneath
Flying to my shoulders and then to the sky ahead
Pulling and pushing between us lovers
Such a difficult experience filled with a heavenly or hellish thrill
At cradling these things
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 11:06 AM UTC