Hanging up there like an over ripe grape, ready to fall

O! stop trying to burn my eyelids

Before you calm your nerves

from this uncontrollable anger eating you up, giving you a bad name?

Keep your ears attentive while I school you about good behaviour

Bad temperament is not good for your health, and you know it

See how my blood complains of high temperature, crying in loud

silence, while you fry my bones

My skin suffers from corrosion like an uncoated steel

licking water  from the prying dews

Your entangling claws

have made a million holes on my coveralls,

tearing off my flesh with your dead conscience ,

While I scurry home to escape your dreadful wrath

Inside Life
We fry our bones in the sun
And feed them to the howling storms
We do not fear to shed  our enamels
When we have no mouth to swallow our poor deities
Chewing granites , drinking from dead streams
Boys are not smiling , how can the moon find sleep?
When our bellies make noises than a troubled ocean

Inside life
We lost our blood in every rainy days
And cry an  ocean to drench our pains
Tomorrow never stops to gift us goose bumps
Friends come and go like  bad seasons
We bury our tongue in the silence of our mouth
When Napoleon strives in this animal farm
Sweats and cowries never share a toast

Inside life
Our dreams crawl, while our shadows run
And fortune is a woman beyond our reach
Only mosquitoes and cobwebs  stayed awake
While we squeeze happiness out of our skin
We would wait till the sun turns cold like ice
And  rest our aching backs on the laps of the moon
But today before twilight,  we must bury our thin sweats

Last Night

Last night I felt the claws of darkness
Serrating the back of  my shadow
And a lump of fear dropped into mouth
My trembling teeth could not grind it well
So I swallowed it forcefully, it got stuck in my throat

Loneliness is the beverage I drink before supper
Loud thoughts are but the boring  cricket songs
Trouble never sleeps, it checkmates my every move
And rake  burning coals into my bed to watch me burn
Until the ***** crow at six without my consent
With my dreams trying to fly with broken wings
While  my demons and their nephews stayed awake
Playing piano and drums for my aching feet to dance