#worshipping
it's like a fog that creeps in very quietly.
a smoke that climbs up the walls like greedy vines
takes over the whole room beat by beat
it licks at my feet and in the next second it nips at my neck,
seizes up around my throat,
gets its way in:
it's hunger.
it's pure, raw, bare and violent hunger.
cravings that tear and scream at my fingers
true desire that claws its way up my thighs,
leaves harsh marks and bruises.
it's knocking at my brain, these thoughts
thoughts so red, like thick blood dripping through my lips,
thoughts of those eyes of yours,
that look you give
when you know it's me,
that i am the one for your fire
and you are my smoke.
it's something i want to taste more than the forbidden apple:
(i put that to shame,
i make the serpent jealous)
my hunger is so vicious,
it blocks my vision and numbs my conscience.
it is so true it is an explosion,
a burst of stars and little flames,
that ignores the entirety of time and space,
flows through it so fast it feels slow,
and i get lost in it, i turn drunk and hazy-eyed.
it is everything i need;
and if this smoke suffocates me, then so be it:
my lungs will say praise nonetheless,
they'll worship their own killer
without a hint of shame.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC
i suppose,
you are the divine,
freshwater.
pure,
elegant,
radiant,
you captivate them all with your luscious charms.
your hair,
smoother than silk itself.
i tangle my hands in it,
and it never fails to slip through the cracks of my fingers.
your skin,
albeit riddled with battle scars,
looks so perfectly carved and shaped on you.
a perfect flush too.
your eyes,
outshine even the sun.
with its different shades of brown and blue,
i drown in your expressive pools.
and your lips,
the perfect bow placed upon your face
supple, pink,
and so very delectable.
i shudder at your beauty.
(i shouldn't have met you.)
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 10:20 PM UTC
It was raining very torridly that day,
The cold was so frigid here in Karnal.
A pregnant lady was rushed to the hospital,
The Antichrist was born that evening.
Sceptic of old traditions the boy grew,
Not feeling the justification of religion.
Though I know about the good things in books,
But still I am that irreligious man now.
Always approving of the creator God,
That almighty remains unquestionable.
Not He Himself had dictated things to anybody,
I denounce the need for money in faith.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC