A little bird landed on my fence
chirped a joyfully glee
Sung melodies of freedom
flaunting her flair
"Hush little birdie" I warned her
In here we don't sing praises of freedom
We keep our mouth shut
and follow the chain of command
Shot by an arrow
she fell into the cage
Her feather dipped in blood
glorified the hunter's game
Soreful sight had my crumbled state
regained
A flaw in the system
too strong to be broken or mended
Tending her wounds,
I asked "why don't you fly?"
Soar high and live free
In here you don't belong
"How can I?" she whispered
when I'm a jailbird within you
trying to breakfree.
May 1, 2022
May 1, 2022 at 2:45 AM UTC
What do you call a fire
when it no longer burns
Is it still a fire or just
another charred emotion
Like a sky without stars,
A room lacking air
Words sink into the blank slate
to fill and to dissolve into nothing
This moment will fade
lost into the void
You and I will be a distant memory
tossed in an endless time
But the fire still burns
blazing to the sky
humming in silence
Will you be mine?
Feb 21, 2022
Feb 21, 2022 at 11:53 PM UTC
Maybe today
when the sun sneaks back
to his usual
hide and seek play
and the twilight strips her
godly robes into
the goddess of darkness
May I be cleansed
from the dwelling sickly desires
that eats my heart
and sways my mind
May I be restored
from the old flaming aches
that chars my conscious
and captives me within
May I hone finesse
the anatomy of letting go
That when tomorrow comes
and it shall
let me be the hope I hoped for
May I be the genesis
that I believe
I'm the breaking light I've been looking for.
May 15, 2021
May 15, 2021 at 3:11 AM UTC
Into my cup of thoughts
you run over
Mind's a clock
ticking your absence
You were a passer-by
I stumbled upon
The journey's long, I thought
perhaps we'd drift along same path
In the blink of an eye
you diminished into flickering light
And thus
far from my sight
While it reeks out
your bygone essance
an urge to recapture seeps in
I recalled the flaw
same ignorance of several past
Once a mistake
Twice a pattern
Anything beyond is a choice
A trail that leads nowhere
A will to inflict is the destination's call
Though I longed your presence
numb grew tall eroding your imprints
And so 'I miss you' burnt to
Not this time
not anymore.
May 13, 2021
May 13, 2021 at 7:17 AM UTC
Time heals everything
is perhaps
a patch phrase for the hurt
who fell short to understand
the equation
"Time equals distance by speed".
You say "I missed you"
And I ask "How much?"
You say "A lot"
"A lot" can be defined in many ways.
You point me to the sky
arms open wide
and whisper
"The infinity"
I'm nearly convinced
but perhaps
sky is the deathbed of lost stars.
Don't miss me
like the dead
like the lost
like the unreachable
when the space is all that you left.
You don't miss the dead
as years pass by.
You discard the guilt like trash,
swipe away any notification of regret
and the only memory that stands
are the words
"In Loving Memory of"
engraved on the tombstone.
You move on saying
"Life goes on".
And before you conjecture
distance as miss,
recall the gambling of
"I'm busy" cards you played
with your hands glued to screen,
lavish in time
all day long
all night long
I've come to realise
"I'm busy"
is an understatement.
What it really means is
"I'm available but you're not worth my time".
Don't miss me
like you pretend to be
like your past
like it's been forever
I'm here in flesh and bones
and might as well burn your lies to the ground.
And in a way
'Time' and 'Life'
are the two faces of same coin.
The currency of our value.
Time being the head
and life being the tail
and when you toss the coin
high in the air,
you most certainly wish for the head
and place in the hands of
'Who matters'.
In words of passion,
Time equals
the depth of desire
by course of actions involved
to get close to
the proximity of the loved.
So miss me
like your favourite sport
like moonshine you crave
like I'm your home
Miss me like you don't miss a heartbeat
or forget to breathe
like I'm you.
Miss me in a way we can
defy the law of physics
and forge our own equation where
"Time equals you and me".
May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 4:48 AM UTC
Trying to cleanse the memories past
you bed in the stranger's arms
Wishing for a solace of lost space
let the alien kiss your aching parts
The blossoms of summer shines
withers over winter chimes,
paralyzed
Caught in the damnation's hands, ripped apart
You've become the ****
bleeding anew.
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 12:54 PM UTC
Pain is like the parasite
latched to your endless gut
constantly stabbing
the acrid recollections of time
You can slit to bleed open
leaving you wounded
scarred
How many more times
will you dig the same grave?
And each time
one less sensation
until you finally decide to sit with it
and absume
So are my poems
dipped in glorious words
and cast to bottomless pit
Despite my perfection portrayal
my mumma smelt
the cloaked darkness
dripping from my lethiferous eyes
She brewed a potion of nepthene
tried to uproot them all
She grew weary
and now worships the dark
Could I blame her?
I wish I was the Lucida
she hoped for
The person that I am
I've been sown weeds of all kinds,
belied
I've been gone for long
all that remains
the forlorn shadows and dust
And lo, I scribble
epitaphs of my demons in disguise
So before you weigh the depth
and wonder why
Before you happen to woe my
crestfallen poems and
kiss my broken wings
know
I've become an annihilator.
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 7:59 AM UTC
My love
strip away your pretence
and reveal
your naked soul
In there
you appear
raw, pure and whole.
Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 7:32 AM UTC
December calls out
to howling winters
to woo my ice carved
Narnia soul
Will there be
Christmas lights
to torch up the dark nights?
Will there be
Crackling of fire
to melt this frost, undesire?
Will there be
Santa granting wish
of my beloved's kiss?
I bide my time
winter after winter
It falls short, the warmth
like those prancing reindeers
swiftly sleighing to perpetual coldness.
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 10:51 PM UTC
Soon
I'll be gone
Those souvenirs you submerged
against our lashing tides
will resurface
and be washed out on shore
You'll hunt for me in places
of empty spaces
that once was our home
The sixth sense
you neglected
will prance on your mind
throwing down the gauntlet
against your withdrawal function
And your skin, undergo ecdysis
lurching for my touch
You'll lift up your eyes
to the black and blues
drawing constellations of hopes,
hoping for a shooting star
Chanting recitals of repentance,
seeking redemption
you'll sacrifice burnt offerings
of your priced possession
'Time'
Awaiting my return
I'll send you back my empathy,
reduced to ashes
You'll ponder,
Is this what become of us?
Time defying our union.
Years there on
you'll have me engraved
in your cavernous chest
And I'll be your only religion
You'll search fragments of me
in others
And meander down the lorn tracks
to fill the void
But before long
I'll be gone.
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 9:50 PM UTC