#pesticide
Part I
(The Bee’s Lament)
The blossoms bleed no honey,
only sharp air and bitter light.
I circle fields of glass,
my wings thrumming a dying song.
The wind tastes of metal…
a scent too cold to follow.
Petals close like whispered lies,
offering only empty cups.
The queen’s throne is empty…
a silence heavier than dust.
I am a ghost in a cage of petals,
lost to a world that forgot me.
Once, my wings carried gold,
now they hum a hollow tune.
I chase a memory too distant…
a song swallowed by poisoned skies.
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 12:49 PM UTC
The drab
brown butterfly
sits on a white blossom
incautiously drinking honeyed
poison.
Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 9:29 AM UTC
भूकम्प, झरी भन्दा आजकाल
सरकारसँग डराउनु पर्छ हामी
विषादी प्रसाद खाऊ भन्छ
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 11:24 AM UTC
Tonight is one of those nights
When it’s dark and I sense all this pain
So I lay here and wait
For the thoughts to flood my brain
Too far away from light; it seems miles gone
Drifting into levitation with fragments of madness
Darkness throughout; sitting here withdrawn
It’s not just a human it’s an unwelcome sadness
Gone but not forgotten; falling and not stoppin’
Waiting for an idea to catch
My stomach and heart; won’t stop droppin’
I may as well start my scratch
Sometimes I want to cry
I shake my head
Instead I let out a sigh
And say “I want to be dead”
When everything becomes an issue
This feeling I need to question
I whisper that I miss you
Am I the only one feeling depression?
These moments that make me ache and stain
The thoughts I cannot hide
Like a white canvas that looks too plain
I feel so empty on the inside
I don’t want to vent about
Whether I should go through with suicide
But I feel like I’ve been wiped out
By a pesticide
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 3:34 AM UTC