Thirty three years Alexander lived
Shakespeare wrote his tragedies
the teacher near our house
...in dhoti turned twice
still ***** with yesterday's mud
goes for another regret
what am I doing?
The play was staged
clowns and faces with paint
their age twenty
The man next door
his face well known
for the cycle he drew across the world
where am I here?
The lunatic
in house arrest wants to breathe
showing the foolish thumb
to people on lanes
but what am I doing?
What am I doing? Doing what? Doing what ?
Till half past three into the night
the question haunts my ribs
A inadequate path, oozing with men flood
but all headless clouds
Am I one in them?
All my life I have been placing this head
The weared out head of mine
In one body
in another
Trying to look into the mirror
On which body does this head of mine
look like me
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 3:23 AM UTC
Realize, you are still in depths of the three fold sleep
in your dreams he still comes,do not tell him every dream of yours
he drowns in haze,
sprinkling waves of old memories over your burnt temples
blowing up particles of dust in the wind-
then all you see is hazed reflections ,
He is jealous.He puts rocks
here
there
you do not realize
you think he paves ways for new dreams
one dream
other dream
you can traverse , crossing the galaxies of hollowness ,
realize, the truth
for once draw sounds of breathe within dreams with courage
you will see how two breathlessness , unstructured dwells in your veins
just before the dawn break
you see a bird
two or three
fluttering here and there .
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 3:19 AM UTC
The city of lunatics
Awake
Snatching semicolons
Left on pavements
Of incomplete poems
Over mouths pregnant with scattered letters
Wrapping singed skin
In dots and full stops
With loveless chokes writ on their faces
Lost in bruised
Sleep
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 9:00 AM UTC
as the mouth tries to speak
words of damaged love
letters swept away by
imperceptible humanity rippling on the edges of the winds
where the girl swings
between unknown wings
and ruthless silence
as the facade bites her skin
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 12:16 PM UTC
//dyrad//
your poison
has left my livid ******* ;
leaving behind pavid essence
of your charred existence
quivering in my eloquent ribs ;
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 11:04 AM UTC