into a million pieces
sides are splintered
jagged reflections
sharp and brittle
the coldest winter
whittles down the sun
walking on broken glass
the man's hands around the bat
see the wreckage of a woman
crashed
weeping ice stalagmites
trapped
reading her the last rites
over spilled perfume
sweeping the pieces up
with an electrostatic broom
you missed a crystal chip
the cherry candy lips
drips droplets of her blood
in the room you made love

When stars lose their light, they become sky scars.

It was so quiet there
I could’ve cried out sturdy
And all the sounds would’ve returned to me.
I did not though
The windpipe clung to my lungs
Wrapped round and round till they gasped
Just a huh
Too pathetic to be pitied.

That giant tree, I will remember always
Out and out it bloomed
And stayed with me all along
However far I hazily stumbled
I looked so mad
I felt so—

My brain lurked where it desired,
Lingered wherever; and I
Followed, I followed:
Always a step behind
I said, where are you going?
Just…
And into the towering corns we vanished
So dark, so dark

I said, it’s dangerous here,
Anyone could come from anywhere
And quieten us anyway— anyway—
Just a moment…
And we sat, listening to the insects together
The crops so high up and devouring
It wasn’t much different from crowds
Yet silence— so ringing and shrill
Scream, I offered
Scream?

And we sat there for a minute or two
Listening in to the eternity forever.

Everything may go according to plan.
Everything may go wrong.
Who knows, something in the middle of these two extremes might occur.
Life has the ability to change the course of its story at any time.

Death is brought about by the very thing that the mind intensely craves for.

Let your name be curved on to my lips
Let the blood lust crave for the emotional breakdown
Let your voice be heard in the intensity of the alphabet
Let the days start mendicant with memories of you and I
Let the dizzle  escalate this sweet moment
Let the bemused tension be felt in the stomach
Let the round of this game be zoomed in the streets of Florida
Let the bang at the door be darkened by your steps
Let the hair stand on edge close to mine
Let the invite to your domicile be sent by the birds
Let the wander of this heart rest in your embrace
Let flames of fire put a scar on to our souls
Let beauty intertwine to crash this empty thoughts

If you don’t believe in MIRACLES,
Perhaps you’ve forgotten you are ONE…..!