An anger lying flat
On the cutting board
Grabbles its fin in the air
With the vile eyes
Lost their focus.
The tip that once had been
A shining guidance
Through the cold, blinding sea,
Now sags its pillar
Lower than its own misery.
Man’s blade sharply stabs
Its belly-
Halving the grand bottom
Before the pain even surfaces.
Through the fish’s fissure,
Its orange, glowing guts
Slip out-
The liver, the heart, the kidneys-
A avalanche of what used to be
Remnant of life.
Then the maw.
Once a ruler of
Coarse sandy bed
Gabbling the dot lives,
Now chopped
As chunks of flesh.
‘Ah- this is it.
Served as a mere food
For men to eat,
This is where my
Kingdom comes to end.
Those empty halls
I stride through
Now only a
Glimpse of memory-
I close my eyes.’
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 1:42 PM UTC
When the trees had fallen
By the hands of men,
No one was was there to mourn.
When the naked patches of hill
Covered the blue mountains
And tall towered trees powerlessly fell,
No one stopped to mourn.
Upon the terrorised trees
Hovered the mother mist.
She snuggled them tight and whispered:
“Do not look, my children.
Nothing will happen.
Tomorrow, everything is going to be okay.”
Her divine wrath wreathed up to the ash sky
And afar-
Afar it went.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 6:31 AM UTC
Love is a curse-
Two that
Did not know
Each other
For their whole life,
Meet
Each other
As if they have known
Each other
For their whole life,
And
Spend
Their whole life
Unable to forget
Each other.
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 9:07 AM UTC
Painfully golden sun
Runs over the dark brown pasture
Of tranquil summer.
Enlarged double sevens on its waist
And brimming black waves
Striding ahead of me.
What follows after is,
Deadly disfigured disgusting dust.
Grains as sharp as broken glass
Shatter and splash,
Ripping and untangling every little vein
As they revolve inside my two eyes.
For once I-
I wanted to run on the same line.
But being one's mere wish it is,
The scar from yesterday
Edges its piercing blade against my mane,
Pilling every inch of my skin,
Delivering its pain
Across the entire system.
Audience screams as he reaches the white belt.
He was just- just born like that-
Effortless and fortunate.
Yet he snorts as if he owns the world.
Behind him,
My frayed crimson hooves howl in the shadow.
Once again-
I'm on the starting line,
Spurting towards the unseen finishing point
Of a never-ending race.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 4:26 AM UTC