yellow wildflowers from the creases of our brick fences match the dress you made me
I've never worn them
the patience enhances its beauty
I will wear it one day I promise
red reminds me of what I wore when you kissed me, it mocks me
to have knitted a blanket for two while the bed only fitted one
the patience enhances its beauty
I will warm myself one day I promise
white makes me surrender, not in the usual way it does, there are no angels
dirt and blemishes find their way to be admired
the patience enhances its beauty
I will be good one day I promise
blue grew up with me, a lonely companion that stayed when you left
bearing the throne's weight with its waves
the patience enhances its beauty
I will learn one day I promise.
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 8:39 AM UTC
Have I reached the resonating point of my existence?
For the downward trail I feel incoming
Slowly pierces through this pink thing-
that keeps me alive yet insane.
Be the guest that I unwelcome
Hammering down the bricks surrounding
The same wires that hang around my neck,
slowly snapping it-
one tug at a time.
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 10:42 AM UTC
Born at the border
Half of a fair, wheat-skinned goddess
Half of a tall, dark mixture of strength and weakness
I ask myself if my favourite dessert
is called paalkova or barfi
I ask myself if the God I worship
is the 10-headed ivory statue or the book filled with characters I don't understand
Born at the border
Travelling between the north and south
with a heavy heart,
I ask myself:
where is my home?
Amongst the colourful rituals
Amongst the tribal rivalry
I find the equilibrium of my existence
The border is my home.
I am the border.
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 10:35 AM UTC
As your fingers travel up my thighs,
the melancholy trumps the lust.
As your lips lean in closer to mine,
the chaps in my mind trumps the quiver of my subtle lips.
When you look at my body in thoughts of savouring it,
I hope it's my mind and soul that satiates your hunger.
Call me baby when you're touching me
Call me an emotional trainwreck otherwise
That's only just so you know,
just as you're eating me out,
you're also slowly chewing my numb heart out.
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 6:49 AM UTC
F, standing for the fiery passion for when our tongues are intertwined
U, standing for the unforgiving spanks for when I fail to humour your commands
C, standing for that cunning smile for when you dispose the unflattering shadows of me into the dumpster
K, standing for the kryptonite of my vulnerable soul for when I surrendered my purity to your satisfaction
**** I screamed
Because I know
That you're going to **** me up.
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 6:42 AM UTC
A literal metaphor
A stationary dancer
A frozen river
An agreement of rejections and denials
Love makes the world turn grey
Love makes my arms turn red
Chained to the musty bed
Chained to the lifetime subscription of guilt
Lips quivering, legs shaking
The humidity of the moment trapped in my mind
Oxymorons in compliments, discomfort in moans
The heat of your breath corroding my skin
The blue walls reflected in my water-filled eye
Ripped pieces of thin black satin stacked in the corner of the room
Dark, rough hands stripping away my consciousness
Lighted candles in the dim chamber exposing my caramel skin
Is this a mid midsummer night's dream
if this nightmare haunts me everytime the mirror stares at me?
Is this a Disney fairytale
if this tale drowns me in disgust?
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 6:14 AM UTC
This piece of paper rejects the kiss of my old pencil lead-
Its blackness fading
Its magic disappearing
Its meaning slowly annihilating itself.
My muse has turned into a black screen;
Embroidered with small white pills and
Large doses of alcohol
Radiating myself, this black hole
in a galaxy with only stars remaining
In this vacuum, I ask myself only one thing
Am I really a poet ?
if the only thing I can write about now
is how I have nothing to write about.
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 6:04 AM UTC
amidst 60-story buildings and pixelated greenery,
amidst moving shadows and blinding halo,
i feel like plated gold.
the wind blows and it's not shiny anymore,
the water splashes and it starts to rust,
revealing a human-shaped brown iron block.
one step forward, sky turns purple
one step backward, sky turns white
animating my thoughts before they *******
reminded of flakes of wood glued to the trunk,
wondering if they actually want to be there
a woodpecker's barrier to survival.
only two left in this treeless jungle;
the parasitic bird and the helpless trunk
preserving the hurricane-bound meadow
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 5:58 AM UTC
the torchlight is far beyond my reach
clenching my jaw for mere crippling words
clarity is for the unfortunate
for those whose eyes melt ice
the deer locks its gaze onto mine
humanising the brown ruins beside me
am i fearful or divine
if it only were my eyes whose
death gave life to that flame
is loving the enemy treason
if the patriot and traitor is one
too many keys to too many doors
but its dark
the torchlight is far beyond my reach
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 10:09 PM UTC
you put it in me
you took it away without warning
you are never deprived of it
you saw it in my eyes
you didn't like how bright it was
you bereft me of it
now,
you are it
it is you
and it blinds me
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 9:38 PM UTC