A little bird landed on my fence
chirped a joyfully glee
Sung melodies of freedom
flaunting her flair

"Hush little birdie" I warned her
In here we don't sing praises of freedom
We keep our mouth shut
and follow the chain of command

Shot by an arrow
she fell into the cage
Her feather dipped in blood
glorified the hunter's game

Soreful sight had my crumbled state
regained
A flaw in the system
too strong to be broken or mended

Tending her wounds,
I asked "why don't you fly?"
Soar high and live free
In here you don't belong

"How can I?" she whispered
when I'm a jailbird within you
trying to breakfree.

What do you call a fire
when it no longer burns
Is it still a fire or just
another charred emotion

Like a sky without stars,
A room lacking air
Words sink into the blank slate
to fill and to dissolve into nothing

This moment will fade
lost into the void
You and I will be a distant memory
tossed in an endless time

But the fire still burns
blazing to the sky
humming in silence
Will you be mine?

Maybe today
when the sun sneaks back
to his usual
hide and seek play
and the twilight strips her
godly robes into
the goddess of darkness

May I be cleansed
from the dwelling sickly desires
that eats my heart
and sways my mind  

May I be restored
from the old flaming aches
that chars my conscious
and captives me within

May I hone finesse
the anatomy of letting go

That when tomorrow comes
and it shall
let me be the hope I hoped for

May I be the genesis
that I believe
I'm the breaking light I've been looking for.

Into my cup of thoughts
you run over  

Mind's a clock
ticking your absence

You were a passer-by
I stumbled upon

The journey's long, I thought
perhaps we'd drift along same path

In the blink of an eye
you diminished into flickering light
And thus
far from my sight

While it reeks out
your bygone essance  
an urge to recapture seeps in

I recalled the flaw
same ignorance of several past

Once a mistake
Twice a pattern
Anything beyond is a choice

A trail that leads nowhere
A will to inflict is the destination's call

Though I longed your presence
numb grew tall eroding your imprints

And so 'I miss you' burnt to
Not this time
not anymore.

Time heals everything
is perhaps
a patch phrase for the hurt
who fell short to understand
the equation
"Time equals distance by speed".

You say "I missed you"
And I ask "How much?"
You say "A lot"
"A lot" can be defined in many ways.
You point me to the sky
arms open wide
and whisper
"The infinity"
I'm nearly convinced
but perhaps
sky is the deathbed of lost stars.

Don't miss me
like the dead
like the lost
like the unreachable
when the space is all that you left.

You don't miss the dead
as years pass by.
You discard the guilt like trash,
swipe away any notification of regret
and the only memory that stands
are the words
"In Loving Memory of"
engraved on the tombstone.
You move on saying
"Life goes on".

And before you conjecture
distance as miss,
recall the gambling of
"I'm busy" cards you played
with your hands glued to screen,
lavish in time
all day long
all night long

I've come to realise
"I'm busy"
is an understatement.
What it really means is
"I'm available but you're not worth my time".

Don't miss me
like you pretend to be
like your past
like it's been forever
I'm here in flesh and bones
and might as well burn your lies to the ground.

And in a way
'Time' and 'Life'
are the two faces of same coin.
The currency of our value.
Time being the head
and life being the tail
and when you toss the coin
high in the air,
you most certainly wish for the head
and place in the hands of
'Who matters'.

In words of passion,
Time equals
the depth of desire
by course of actions involved
to get close to
the proximity of the loved.

So miss me
like your favourite sport
like moonshine you crave
like I'm your home
Miss me like you don't miss a heartbeat
or forget to breathe
like I'm you.

Miss me in a way we can
defy the law of physics
and forge our own equation where
"Time equals you and me".

Trying to cleanse the memories past

you bed in the stranger's arms

Wishing for a solace of lost space

let the alien kiss your aching parts

The blossoms of summer shines

withers over winter chimes,

paralyzed

Caught in the damnation's hands, ripped apart

You've become the ****

bleeding anew.

Pain is like the parasite
latched to your endless gut
constantly stabbing
the acrid recollections of time

You can slit to bleed open
leaving you wounded
scarred
How many more times
will you dig the same grave?
And each time
one less sensation
until you finally decide to sit with it
and absume

So are my poems
dipped in glorious words
and cast to bottomless pit

Despite my perfection portrayal
my mumma smelt
the cloaked darkness
dripping from my lethiferous eyes
She brewed a potion of nepthene
tried to uproot them all

She grew weary
and now worships the dark
Could I blame her?
I wish I was the Lucida
she hoped for

The person that I am
I've been sown weeds of all kinds,
belied
I've been gone for long
all that remains
the forlorn shadows and dust
And lo, I scribble
epitaphs of my demons in disguise

So before you weigh the depth
and wonder why
Before you happen to woe my
crestfallen poems and
kiss my broken wings
know
I've become an annihilator.