It is a curse
This perfect sunshine
This perfect day
This sparkling wine
This cheese
These crisp green grapes
It is a curse !
These lovely poppies and geraniums
And the flattering peonies
When I remember all the time I lost .
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 3:12 AM UTC
Sleep evades
Tomorrow excites
swollen red capillaries
Hurt my eyes
I do not wish to speak
My love is immense
And I fear that immensity most
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 3:08 AM UTC
Now more reasons to be fearless
your wretched statements
there is no love in anything
just ****** ***
all the more reasons to be a woman
all the more reasons to flaunt my fat **** thighs
my ****** dresses
coquettish smiles
drinks
until you are hanged by the government of India
Until then and more
I am nirbhaya
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
So much bile
so much poison
I wonder how
you are alive
with these proportions
One can only be a thorn
or a shard
a shard your are
that I can validate
a piercing one at that
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC
everything is a curse
this sunlight
this perfect day
this wine
the cheese
the crisp green grapes
the poppies ,geraniums
and the flattering peony
everything is a curse
when I think of love
when I think of your kiss
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 8:49 PM UTC
I want to get hurt
I want to cry
I want to get hurt again
and again
and again
and I want to cry
I want to cry just because I allowed myself to get hurt
I want to sin, fully knowingly
and I never want to be frozen
or numb
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 8:49 AM UTC
When past comes knocking
I am most aware
to decision taking
and ghosts reappearing
past is always
pink and gold glitter powder
best untouched and
messy in open envelopes
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 8:45 AM UTC
I am hope
I am a illusion
a blinking blue white spot
a phone call
it opens up channels of hope
don't give hope a hope.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 2:11 AM UTC
Why women don't want divorce
because they want lapdogs
Well kept lousy lies
truths
husbands may find in freedom.
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 4:03 AM UTC
i do not know whether you are handsome
or whether i am beautiful
i do not know whether you love me
or whether i hate you
i do not know what i want to hear first
your heartbeat or your whisper
i do not know what should matter
or what matters now
i do not know whether you live by emotions
or whether i live by anything at all
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 6:52 AM UTC