I look around.

Gathering a zeal
more than courage,
I kiss her
blocking those lips.

The best,
I can think of.

I assure,
not a single portion
remains
out of grasp,

minimizing
the detonation,

blowing
just the two of us.

There should appear some respite,
despite
the fact, I am a Nyctophile
as I too love my collapsing sight
I too flicker in the bright.
Like an earner without his earning
The dark existence,
by the sphere that lurks, partially satiated
'See-Saw' a fodder for human poets
The other aspect, totally denied.
Skin is imbalanced
which showers mixed colors
Why not an equilibrium?
Vampires licking honeyed sanity
The sane too, join the party.
But, if he complies, they wouldn't
If she complies, they wouldn't
Fluctuations are eminent
There should appear some respite,
despite
the fact, I am a dust stained file
as I too love my collapsing might
I too flicker in the bright.

Don't give such
affirming sighs
to my proposals.

Those eyelids
don't make
the jump to fly.

I push them
off a cliff.

War lets my blood
escape down a sewage.

Healing surgeries
bring equal results.

In both cases,
what dares again
is blood.

Sad corners
Dark caves
Fumed pits

Dark lagoons
Dead reflections
Caged souls
Black forests

Breeze turning
chilled whistles

Possibility of life
Bigger possibility of ghosts.

True that it
divides a face

Vertical divisions
First choices

Its stoppage
before the lips.

A small tear -
hideout of an
entire negativity.

Horizontal division
is day to day living.

A perfect rule -
we divide in different ways
we cross paths
for a cancellation.

In this no escape, you believe
Belief is what makes you enter
and belief is what makes you caged.

Sometimes it's more complex
when you admire a heart
The choice is to love it as a pace regulator
of the only similarity we possess.

One is contended with seeing
if it works, and satisfied
that it does work.

But belief in a heart requires
a belief in its veins and arteries
where amidst this superficiality
some love is pushed out, some is accepted
A circulation is believed
and life as a body continues
inspite of the similarity
now named blood

Belief keeps believing
smeared in it, somewhere inside.

Distorted faces.

Distorted bodies.

They like me the most.

I stay amidst them.

I accept all that they gift

yet I know them so little.

I see them partly

but I gladly take it as whole.

They are too simple.

They are ready to hug.

For me,

they're quite complicated

for a hug.