“Oh come on!!!  We are married "" , he said
I had barely known him for a week
How was I supposed to feel anything?
How were we suppose to share same bed?

“Don’t show me your crocodile tears”, he said
White flowers, white sheet
They all turned red
When he forced himself
I was helpless
Now I was attached to his dignity
I had to maintain his pride
After all I was the one he has chosen
I was “ HIS BRIDE”

“you’re lucky to have me “, he said
As he dragged me close
And for thousand times I yelled
NO !! NO!!! NO!!!!!
A stone would have been melt
but there he stood with a creepy grin
enough to have me compelled
spare me!!! I shouted
I stumbled, I crawled
I cried
you, see
HOW lucky I must have felt


“You’re mine”, he said
like I was something he possessed
he should have married a doll
it would have given what he wanted
but I was Human you see
Flesh, blood and more emotion than he had expected
and those four walls has kept deepest secrets
He should have stabbed me with knife instead
the torture would have been less
But for everyday “you failed to be my wife”, he said.

.......
I took the way
Away from home
Away from pulse
Go round
Mixed with black and white
Tears
Sunburned
Anguish, Anger, Despair
Oriented within the dust of the way
With the thirst of yours
Twilight at the bend of the way
Trail way
Pointed out the end of the sun
Behind the Screen
Hearing the far away
Echoing
See your Footprint
Faded during the illusive song
Forget
See many dies, rots
Forgetting in the floating Stream
Dancing of distant Cans-grasses
As if the distant fog,
Shadows
The womb of
all uncertain destination
Hundred whirling ways
Filling dust within the dreams
....

these foothills
rolling in pine and
grassland meadows,
where silvery lupine
follow the melting snow,
hint of the mountains to come
in spiny crags that
catch a cumulus pocked sky
cottonwood tufts rain
this day after solstice

"pity the land that needs them"
when things are going well
you don't need people
who go beyond the call of duty
when was the last time we
didn't need them?

O <youknow> the words
sound so simple
~Letting ~you ~~~    go
but; ha¡ there you are¡
In. My. Skin.
& it's a ''knee ''****
a {{back {bend
a hair 》pull
purple bruise
| paper | cut |
where¿doieven¿begin
spl/it/tin/g /cel/l/s
unwish-those-wishes
....to° the° moon°
Unkiss
     Unhold
          Undress
& back a _ gain
you're in [you're in] you're in
left < to < face
the GReater truth:
there is no
                   UnDo > you.

We wring our veins
write to the stars
fight under the moon
words of passion tune

We write about love
when it seduced
then it wrestled
words of tension swim

Our words of time
moments gone and farmed
sorrows that overload
happiness that swoon

Prime time in the lonely time
when contentment permits
when heaven is locked
and when hell is unlatched

Prime time my bold friends
keep the pen readily primed
undoubtedly trust the script
It will lead to ultimate freedom

A dedication to all the poets here at HP
We write these words on and on, we capture moments, swim the
oceans, object in the courts, run free in the forests. We are not hexed
**just keep writing for one time the primetime will be ours