My demeanor is thy mistake
For thou wither down my spine,
and colour the world for thy sake
Where ye sit idled among mine,

The girdled pillar rests on his skin
and stares at me with his eyes,
The marble floor leaks my sins
for ages fly hence with the bise,

Cupid pierces thou with an arrow
Yet I smile with my grin teeth out,
It’s something thou cannot borrow
For I get hugged by a deadly gout,

The time is now begone
And mistresses art now drawn

Stars explode during daytime,
firecrackers produce my ashes
burnt to death ,
I see an oasis far away
soaking up in the desert
with the faux Pyramids behind,
sand flies into my humble vortex
revealing my secrets hid behind the curtain
it’s too passé !
my shoes run off with the tide
rubbing against the scales of a Tuna
my feeble conscience is hidden behind those doors
playing hide and seek for long,
I drink every thirst of water
capturing the swarm in my jar
margarita flows in the canals of Venice
creating drunkards by the mast,
my boat where Venus reigns
sinks in the depths of my soul
lifeless limbs swim my wretched body away
I embrace the black moon .

I.
Oh tears, make kaleidoscopes in your eyes and reflect back mine as well;
Till we awake in an unspoken praise of dimes and pennies alike forever.


II.
See, your wings are broken alike and feel my infinite breaths resting on them;
I will slither along your broken arm and be your one and only satellite.


III.
Hear, the crackling of my bones building up the refuge where I need to relax;
Makes me lose my self control and take my prints on the pages of the books.


IV.
Taste the pain in my tongue, feel the warmth give out everything to the stars;
Take the dart I have and pierce it up like a brooch up on my manly suit.


V.
Run, run through the vines and woods with you hair dangling it’s true;
Without bowing down to me even an inch close till you were with me.


VI.
Feel the cotton made out of tiger skin and making rashes on my forehead;
It’s so soft, still turning up my nails into a sharpened blade of truth.


VII.
Come, come closer to my heart and feel every breath from an inch of your skin;
Vaporizing the webs sprinkled all around like we are a prey in a trap.


VIII.
Here comes, the snuffing of our souls and curtains set everywhere like goals;
It’s a never ending metaphor for ours to give to everyone.


IX.
And now, our eyes are blinded by the arrogance we walked upon;
Still standing up even in our mortal expiry just like the rotten apples we passed down on our feet.

A seed broke through the sky
springs up in my altar
and inside the coffin
personifying my numb skin
with the fluid still rolling deep
skyrocketing the clock hands
and winding the old spring toy
into unwanted motion
orbiting around the arms
of a poor grandmother,
needling the old hammer struck nails
into the thick ledge gliding down
like paper planes that I made
racing like pigeons on the tree tracks
taking note of the honking of the cars
and vehicles whose breath is taken in
by our already blood-filled, puffed lungs,
the clogged drains are unblocked
to let my friendship sail on the waves
of the boat with my hands on seek,
the tired soles of the shoes are worn out
sending a letter everyday now and then
whilst sitting in the mirror of colours.

The orange-tinted frames
rest on her freckled nose
turning her eyes to droop down
till my finger, on the right hand
shows a letter written 25 years back,
the pink sky spreads on the faded
black – cloth worn by me yesterday,
petals imprinted in her canvas
reflect the beaded necklaces she wore
her hair loiters down till the tiles
when the shoes step on a single strand
of black beauties sensible to fall,
she sits and stands down the stairs
to a doorway opening to the starry sky
where a single sphere emits the light
revealing her aura and snowy skin,
her hands sway the threaded nets away
showing a more clean bricked wall
mortared with the beaming sand
taken from the hearts of the ocean,
her beauty lies in herself ,
where does your beauty lie ?

A small infant’s sparkling teeth
got stuck into the pinkish gums
his mouth foaming with saliva
and oozing out every pound of blood
from his mouth running parallel
across the veins with the hearing
of the pulse underneath the right hand
and ending till the ***** nails grown
on the edge of his fingertips,
the trampling of the crops by the
lonesome farmer shading himself
from the warm rays and turning his
skin into the charcoal mined from
the mines, his heart is expanding
breaking every bone in his rib cage
tearing his skin apart like the
cloth covered on the stitched canvas
depicting the scenes of corruption
and bribery every soul practices,
the clouds take away his numbness
felt on his left foot absorbing every
blood spent on the Himalaya
with the men dressed in Khaki
of all sorts, and again his
soreness burns up the poached pears
growing on the tree like the shells
raining down and passing through
every soul till the end of the summer,
until he himself grinds up in the
earth  using a pair of stainless
steel legs which cut off
his cord from that of the sky,
and the plant grows atop his figure
continuing the infinite line.

Paradoxes are insurmountable,
Hefty thieves rob the jewels,
Blinded by the ignorance.
The moon shines with a touch,
Of the charming musk lighted
By the fires in the greens and
Browns with the pale leaves.
The old rattles are made up,
Using the broken clay pieces
Which once adored my back wall
And clung onto it like coated nails.
Drip-drops are made by the streaks
With the vast colours in a queue ,
Facing the torments from the crows.
A fiery afternoon sets in a cool setting
And the glares have forcefully blinded me,
Drying up the rich worlds apart.
An old pipe is clogged with a spitted phrase
Blocking our views of the bonafide thoughts
But startling us to complete the puzzle.
The seats are full in the red-chaired theatre,
Enjoying the views of the painted cushions
And the cooked up company of friends…..