A gilded cage may look inviting
It still imprisons freedom*





© Amitav (Radiance)

He must be deaf
God, that is
I've been cursing him for days
And I'm not dead yet

Sitting up there on his throne
Eating cheese on Ritz
All gray-haired without a care
Not hearing my pleading tones

Maybe the choir's making too much sound
Or perhaps he's jamming with Townes
Possibly; passing a bottle 'round
Gettin' down to Snake Mountain Blues
With Townes Van Zandt. Yeah. That's it.

r ~ 5/16/14

The art of being humorously disagreeable*~ Amitav

Lovers are thirsty
Till they don’t drink the love potion
Their souls are aching
Till they don’t delve into each other*




© Amitav (Radiance)

In the slug-fest between Ego’s
Love is knocked out of the heart’s arena
What remains, is the bruised and bloodied individual
Where the referee proclaims the two, ‘Defeated’ by ‘Knock-out’*



© Amitav (Radiance)

In my native language
The word "mahal" means
"Love" and "Expensive"
Somehow you've made the two
Synonymous

Those slender arms
pale fingers
covered in blood

Loud whisper of leaves
touched by the wind

Bare feet stir the ground
covered in crimson

Death comes at once
mad laughter the witness