I am happy as a flower,
pirouetting with the sonnets in the wind,
smile doesn't leave my skin,
I dance under the shade of love.
Blue and then yellow,
a butterfly changes its colour.
I follow it through the tone of green.
Intoxicated by the fluttering wings,
I don’t want this to end.
Our symphony.
Our celebration of freedom.
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 11:34 PM UTC
Often at breakfast,
I savour the piquant poetry
dipped in the honey of your eyes.
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 12:07 AM UTC
Yearning apricity,
feathers soar higher,
pleading perfervidly to the Sun.
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 8:41 AM UTC
Sinking to the deeper suffocation,
I scavenge the soil for the astray nail.
A final spike to lock away the life.
As the light gets darker,
a pungent smell takes over,
smearing everything in its stench.
I descry my melting face.
Air implored perfervidly to break my obstinacy.
I dived deeper,
smiling at its desperate attempt.
Its hope to stop the dead from dying.
My fingers touch the inner debris,
aspiring to find the last nail for the coffin.
A couple of more suffocations later,
I find it;
hidden under the pile of thorns.
I pin it to my heart.
One last breath,
and I ceased at the dawn.
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 12:37 AM UTC
A part of my skin burns,
the other patch numb with cold.
Torn between the extremes,
I crave water.
Hundreds of gallons of it.
Anticipating it to soothe,
to bless the charred insides.
There’s a puddle under the table
or under my hallucination.
I can’t tell.
I touch it with my face, dreamily.
Each gulp as confusing as the last.
I am not sure how to tell
if it can be a saviour or not.
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 12:36 AM UTC
I need the warmth of your skin
to fix the cold of my bones.
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 12:30 AM UTC
I let it out at times,
the tethered soul of mine.
Let it savour the light,
hang in the smoke,
extract the trailing drops of life.
It tiptoes.
Scared to touch every being.
The familiar difference is intriguing.
I let it oscillate.
I let it oscillate freely.
Oh! The dance of the captive!
It floats through the words,
each syllable lumbers to make sense.
Scared stiff of each utterance.
The jibber-jabber could burn the pages
like its inside.
It puffs up. It shrinks.
It cuts.
I watch it bleed in hesitation.
Till it's again confined.
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 12:50 AM UTC
I exaggerate everything.
The pain under my eyes.
The strain in my muscles.
Every time, it’s a unit darker and heavier.
There’s a relief; a moment of ecstasy,
In over describing things.
I feel real.
A bubble of air sits in my veins.
It stings.
It burns in the gaps.
How do I honour it?
I try.
Every time.
With a unit darker and heavier.
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 3:35 AM UTC
To dare is to touch,
touch the hallucination of your presence.
My reverie doesn’t do justice,
to your eyes under a blithe twilight.
My hands run through the air silhouette,
collecting wishes of you in my palms.
They come in handy when writing poems of our love.
I cut through the illusion,
afraid,
I will let you deceive my heart.
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 3:33 AM UTC
A bone in my collar curls up,
your scent tickles my skin.
Catching up with puzzled eyes,
I try to unravel this time,
this moment,
this love that sends me chills.
Why do I smell you here?
In my basement?
I barely heard you unlock.
Sweat trickles down in confusion,
disclosing the hard-held anxiety.
I am surprised,
startled at how weak the air could get.
Almost failing to help me breathe.
I leave my corner,
swaying feebly to the restricted music in my head.
Tapping and twirling into a gamble,
into a bet to lose my sanity.
I let you play me.
Let your scent grow on me.
Falling lightly into your notes,
I almost dare you to love me,
to love me like I am a home.
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 3:05 AM UTC