‘First, the toilet paper panic.
Then a cleaning frenzy,
followed by a baking bonanza.
Now, slow-cooked casseroles
seem to be on the menu.
It's like the seven stages of grief,
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Hazaar koshishen kar diya
Vo hamari ek na sune
Laga tha manzil-e-mohabbat kareeb aaya
Par kareeb to aayi sirf khamoshi aur dardnaak lamhein.
a drawbridge heart
chain link fists
i am a
to see you
A chalky, sepia-washed room seen through an ailing CRT. Vantablack lines sprawl across my gnarled face in patterns, playing games with the sun that blares on through the rangy blinds.
Digital clock: 2:43
A cardinal red cigarette pack in my right hand, a turkey baster in the other, submerged deep within the sheet's motherly void. The simmering glow of the hallway dances like a pendulum; a vicious debutante, waiting to coerce me into life. I am enveloped by some capricious rhythm that has no origin, and no destination.
I'm coming to uncertain terms with this lucid halcyon.
Ink drips, from the pillow to my shoulder. I am currently a piece of fiction, held within a lissome frame. This is complete autonomy. Nothing is as it really was, only what it should've have been from the very start. A muted slur from beyond the window comes hurtling through my head. It starts to look like a tumor tree, having its branches, limbs, and spine torn to and fro in such a hideous manner. I've let something go to my head. The dream is broken, through no request of my own.
A skeptical, theoretical physicist,
Composed poetry frenzidly all night,
Got enlightened, went beyond limits,
Made peace with the equation ultimate!
In a frenzy of emotion
Are these even poems?
Or just me spilling words as I please
Splatterpainting the enticing blank page
puddle dotted fields,
kids in mud football frenzy;
time stops for each game!
a fast moving cloud,
soon becomes a flock of birds;
migrants in frenzy!
As I glare into the sky,
Thousand lights shine down on me,
Thousand eyes to pierce my veil,
Thousand minds to know my tale.
I crave your eyes to look at me,
The eyes you placed on sun and moon,
To fear my deeds, to fear my hunt,
To **** all children you have shunned.
I want you, God, to watch me close,
Through wafts of mist, through wafts of blood,
To memorize the blade that cut
Through skins and organs of your loves.
Before you come, before you close
in on me the one who cursed
all of your sheep
all of their hope
i want to see your face once more
the mask you wear in minds of priests
shatter the lies show me the beast
you truly are.
i want you to KNEEL
come show me god the FEAR you feel
come show the god that LIED to us
the one who neglects war and LUST
WHERE ARE YOU TODAY
COME HERE AND PLAY
and TRY TO STOP ME
or i will end this child that prays
to. a. false. god. WHO ONLY SWAYS
BUT DOES NOTHING BUT WATCH ME WAIL
IN PAIN AS I BREAK DOWN AND FAIL
i'll carve my name into his back
and shove the blade into his head
he'll scream and call me monster
till. he. bleeds. out.
but i know
the only monster is
You want this
swelling rise of swollen self
that drowns my thoughts
in blood that throbs
the slickest steps always
slip the best
In that slow build
You wind around me
as we settle into that fractured time
when I am yours and you are mine
a bear in heat
you squirm and entreat me
to make love to you
treat you like my princess
your ******* scream at you to be
as they graze the cotton sheets
lubricated to stop the high tension
smoking burn of friction
the slap of your *** as you writhe back
in your centre
My fingers clasp into your hips
holding the depth
my eyes closed
you smell of lilacs and berries
if they had been slathered in sin
and served up in piping hot lust
you sound like heaven
echoing through my blood stream
the thud of my heart screaming your name
I command myself to stay with you
as my hands let you ease off of
you take full advantage
there on your knees and I am vulnerable
to your slick
to your wet...
(Too right, I'm just a man)
all you needed was an inch of freedom
to rock forwad then slam your cheeky control
back onto me
that slick sound that
unmistakable ***** ******* sound
slops against my thighs
the invite to drive
me into a frenzy
the need to please
freed from thought and reason
Shower me in your lust
soak the sheets
moments before I shower you with mine
the hot splash
on your back
as we lose control together