A fall from the tired leaves
They look fresh and green.
Colourless, transparent droplets on sleeves.
The light is more so I cover it with a screen.
A 4 am call and shivering nausea.
Sore fingertips touching the light.
The glistening smile to give me the euphoria
of numb cold bump skin of a forgotten fight.
light and dark. light and dark. light and dark.
Words cross me, and I am not one.
A love that comes in waves and spark.
Then hides far away, hair in a bun.
Again the droplets fall off the leaves.
from the green and yellow and brown.
Colourless, transparent droplets on sleeves.
The light is more, so I cover it with a screen.
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 3:38 AM UTC
Joy. Happiness. Laughter.
They described me.
I held their hand and pulled their cheeks.
Shots and the dance floor.
Tears. Empty stares. Scribbled feelings.
I describe the half stitched me.
Holding myself tight as I can.
Scars of past and empty life.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 2:47 AM UTC
This ceiling fan is too loud.
It asks me to look at it.
And show my angry face.
I want an air conditioner to be proud.
The window is closed.
And the birds are happy.
They don’t have to see my face.
And pity on my life.
The cell phone wants me to touch it.
And pour the tears in silence.
It does not care of my head.
That starts hurting.
Old books remain silent.
Flattering its leaves in the air.
Dusty and old smell that they love.
It hates me now.
My pillow wants to cover my face.
And not let the sunlight on me.
To forget the humming bee.
And shut my friends out.
I have become this person I hate.
No work done, no schedule kept.
I want a drink that I know is wrong.
And the minted cigarette to find my colour.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 2:37 AM UTC
You’re dizzy”, the voice was manly.
That caught her neck from falling away.
“Yes I am”, she whispered strangely.
The roof kept silent, it smirked at the stray.
She curled into the warm arms.
Caught up by the curly path.
Should she be guilty for the secret charms?
That came designed without any wrath.
There was no tear, no passionate fear.
“Don’t judge me”, she cried with the laugh.
The dusky skin saved the fall.
When there was just the breathe of life in the brawl.
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 1:22 PM UTC