Oh tiny cricket!!!
I as you chirp to thy moaning nights,
I see thy moons light,
Half lit in essence age!!

An old friend indeed,
The sun lights its way!!!

You hideth as me little cricket, between thy shoal barley,
Where creatures do scurry and folly to their own miserable houses!!!

No lovers,
No spouses!!!!

As me littlest of crickets you dance thy own tune?
Doth thou sing the blues?
For verily I am a fan!!
Thou egnigmatic strand!!

Doth thou play in a band?
As the others trot step?
Canst you show me thy moves,
Where alls mellow, alls cool in our own virtuoso we shall Concord!!!

Bewitching hours are pure,
As thine brutes scowl the garbage,
Yet what if I was them?
Or them being me?
Two formations to get a second glimpse!!!!

Maby if I was one of them, than one could case me,
Not deface nor debase me,
Yet poise me to celestial level!!!

No unbroken promises to scribble,
None to judge or disregard mines affections,

Just two hands holding two signs ------------------------- pointing one direction...

Strong hands pulling you away from everything you know
A silent scream that no one can hear
One hand on your mouth
One hand moving down

Your world ripped apart before your eyes
Everything you once knew: gone
Denial, shame
Oh what a lovely game

Hello where'd my childhood go
It's been snatched before my eyes
Everyone's crying
But no one sees me

You can't print flyers asking for it back
It isn't something broadcasted on the news
Something been taken from you, something you should never lose so soon
Your world soon turns inside out

You're not a kid anymore
Your mother and father no longer matter
You've gotten older too fast
Your heart has gone cold

-But what do you expect when your kidnapper steals your home.

Does it shine?
Thine soul that is,
Is it blind, in rewind to remorse, anger and craftiness?
Doth it provoke?
For the devil can do that to!
Art thou up in smoke, riding the cool waves pool!
Dragged down, soaked and heavy!
A glamour shimmers with no error.
For none are fairer.....
Its true self shows when the crowd has dissapeared!!!

Love, soo overrated,
Of course unless, you shall find it...

Lung's whisping, one dying last breathe,
To lay this burdened chest on a cold plattered pillow.

Curruption enters man's last wishes, for the stains bypass your notches,  yet you can be made white as snow! Not as trolls..

Digest of edgy commentary, the world's getting scary, and you pay attention to thy media?

Strength hammered, models glamour,
As if their degrees are higher than yours...

I roll on shore, a midlife crisis ship, sir Lancelot? For how did you loose thine grip?
What's wrong? Lusting got the best of you,
Following the demons, clay scultped, you shrew...

A sword of enlightening to foretell coming days,
You animal in a cage, you can be free as the hybrid you've obtained..

Coaxed,
Stoaked,
Citer of circumspect alley ways,
Ponderer of all circumference!!!

A lost shadow to a drawn out stage!!

Incurable nausea plants itself beneathe thine nose,
Beneathe thy finest thine Rose!!!

Thou fallen cut down trunk,
Thou Intel gatherer of recordings of political junk!!!

Thy mafiatic hardened heart's department hath closed for many seasons,
For many reasons thou art down and out again!!!

Old adversary,
Oldened friend!!!!

Undergraduate of no sporty coup'e,
No tripped up loop to sway thine interfacial structure!!!
No loving, all clutter, you inhale as you breathe,

Thou daytime innocent,
Thou nightly thief!!!!

I seeketh one who can excepteth a monster, to loveth him as a man,
Because I am that monster...
Unknown to this planet!!
Just stopping in...

She is standing on the brink of sanity
looking for something to hold on
She is twenty-six years old, watching a world go by
and wondering whether she belonged

An artist’s child she is, playing with fire;
uncertain if the rug would be pulled from beneath her feet
or if it would just burn in magnificent flames
scratching into her eyes calling forth her tears

She is everyone and no one
She is an idea, a rumor, an imagination
and the last piece of a puzzle that no one tried to solve

She is the pain in pleasure and the pleasure in pain
She is the terrifying beauty of life

She is addiction with a veil of innocence
clinging on to her like a possessive lover

She is curiosity with wide beckoning eyes
She is sin, a devil’s temptation
with delicate grace as enchanting as a lost nymph

She is the woman lying in his bed cocooned in sheets
stained with her blood
with a red so bright that it threatens to claw his eyes out

She is poetry with lyrical verses of wild hair
matted with dirt and blood,
ends curling down the edge of his pillow

She is music with symphonies of chattering teeth
and rustling clothes against smooth ivory skin,
borne of a night as cold as the heart she accused him of bearing

She is forgiveness with serene smiles on lips
as soft as a butterfly’s wings and a small hand outstretched
to clasp his and paint it with red pigments of defeat and strength

She is death with haunting eyes the color of warm honey
that his mum used to feed him
on rainy afternoons he spent curled up in her lap

But he has never been so peaceful
in his entire pathetic existence,
For if death is as exquisite as her
then perhaps death was what he had been searching for all along

-പ്രിയാന്ഷി ദാസ്‌

Out of the dearthly mirely clay I was created!!!
                    Into the heavens above I will be sedated!!!!

Because even when you hate me,
and cry out your pain,
Just no that Im sorry,
And I wish I could make it go away.

with quiet mischief;
on the brink of sanity
sleeps insanity