How have you been lately?
The poo of the pooh'
Don't you just give me
an 'okay' or a 'Fine'
For I wonder..
Are we even ever das ?
Fine as the chiffon-cotton *****..
gliding through the blues.
Or like the waves somersaulting over the shores.
Or like these...
Oh! The ether hasnot stopped pouring
for days and days now
and You might have abhored the moon so far..
but | DON'T |
Oh ! Ruler of the sad sad sea.
Calmest of them all.
Don’t be sorry.
Don’t you be sad.
you are nowhere near the blameworthy .
Oh ! Guiltless listener .
You should nowhere be near this cyclone :
such abrupt but obvious..
This self-forge crater.
That is why
An enforced hiatus is must
Shifting random mind positions
Carving steps out of de' labyrinth.
Away and away
Oh! Dark matter
I must .
Words theyv been feeble
Waves much unstable
Wallowing on the spectrum
Of overruling phantasm:
And eye have become...
Nothing but an oddball-
| Certifiable |
| Socially unacceptable |
Day by day getting more and more..
And All these Stoicism
All those optimism
Now have been
Swamped away by the skepticism
While every destructive mechanism -
The throat level
( choking )
And It is all inescapable
For them Crus are Tethered
Catatonic and unfeathered
That I swallow
For this pond is
Way too shallow.
Gone past hours,
Rooftop and midnight blues..
till the smoke mingled with stars
Till sky flooded without clues..
I stole my grandpa's whiskey for breakfast
And refilled my crippled caffiene glass
Ohh!! must I get over this -
For in no time'
I could pick a stranger new
Only to abandon the ephemeral love tonight
Must i get over with muddy waters
Ohhh!! Must I with bukka white.
and the absenteeism
flits me winding up..
Counting the preumbra of Columba livia
on those marmalade hue of maudlin chillness..
As it commixes up onto wafting airborne:
drifting over the scattered cumulonimbus.
Far flocking flappers .
80° collateral to peeking atomic number 10.
Oh crystalline form of pure carbon..
All mighty massif .
All parallel to 180°.
99 sometimes .
69 and 36 degree.
minus the 13, it sways...
the oscillating stripes.
And the vivid blazing heap of splitting cotton-***** ..
metamorphosing into some voodoo like
Magical. magnetic. amethyst horizon
Devouring the fading dodger wide blue .
Then restoration again.
The alter coequal to dreary cawing
And these paranoiac utterance...
skidding off-track the reality.
Detaining every grasp of it.
Tornado of Boiling waves
birling within the bolted cranium
Hungry and chained
Falling Marks on skin
red and blue and noir sun..shine
Sinking dribbles on skin..
Pale and brackish. the anaemic sun..shine
Buds on broken branches
Thirsty and dolorous
But the sun shines gloomy
The sun shines crestfallen !
These frail mane still smells of coffin nail.
Hands..Struggling with metacarpus to trade the manus ..
stretch. scratch. Twirl.
Orbs: wide and wrathful:
Fluctuating the pupils
left and right
| Mad mad |
Concerntating on these screams..
screams into le noir lughole .
I grasp your fluttering wings.
Oh you flutterer !
fluttering on C.
Fluttering hushed ..
fluttering to strive for nooks and blood.
Oh you flutterer!
erroneous target thee choosed.
now ease into mine ichor palms.
Death is inevitable. But somes, they are meant for it...THE EXTIRPATION
Possessing these few
On my fingers and My Toes
not much but e-nough
surged into the abyss of
synthetic shrug off .
******* in-to voids
I: enigma machine
-- A Confusion cirque.
Such A paranoid
frailty to indulge
Even with the countable
Please no more strangers
For throng furnishes
Nothing but suffocation
So rather eye lurk
Within the truest fondness : My :
__ imagination !
Wrapped in a pair of in-commensurable clothing
covered under this thick layers of condemn
they crack ! zoom !
soon shalt it be
whacked ? cleaved ?
possessed by these insecurities..
" you dont have sufficient defenses to avoid me "
" you dont have enough exit to ******* escape me "
just because i dont own some 3.5 inches hanging between my thighs
just to extend itself to some 6.5 inches
when it needs to be..
feeded ! shaked !
yes i have been concealed..
enslaved by this hypotrical rapid advanced state of moral decay
not to ever break the treaty..
the treaty ..they chocked me with
all long the genesis
when the sawbones miserably proclaimed " oh its a girl "
but never did she declared how many .
trip over each
hold onto the other
between the mania and back
i am left with a zilch
hollow ! sunken !
nothing but these several Me's.
nothing but these fabricated decorum.
but these everything :
Shifting the cloud shapes
its either walls or ether
_ staring and staring.
i am quite a gazer..i like to gaze at the stars and predict shapes of cotton *****..or may be simply gaze at them wide blue or my pale ceiling perhaps. i relish gazing at the oscillation-- as the trees sway east and west: sometimes north ..most time anywhere the zephyr roars.
What its like to be a segment of salacious commodity ?
OH YOU! beautiful fragment of fabricated chimera :
enclosed ! trapped !
inside these avaricious periphery of pseudo rim..
The frangible bedizen of synthetic praxises..
What is the sentiment of being a trade off legacy ?
while the legitimate corroboration of the quid pro quo cant be found:
yet to this lethal covenant of undesired commingle you are to be bound..
For have they hold the confinement
so do they decide the Nemesis:
To succumb your esse to the dread of
your ultimating youthful ****** pulp.
And just like a marionette..
there are thee:
concurring to cede for the felicity of those progenitors..
Immolating your notions and aspirations.
vanquished by the fidelity..
Just to commence the relinquish.
Just to cease the sentient.
Just .another ...abiding flesh .
Just. Another....forlorn bride.
I am from a country where talking to a stranger is considered an immoral act meanwhile if you marry the same stranger but hand-picked by your parents then you are a virtuous woman with a right upbringing. WOW society!
Snatched in betwixt'
All midst the alters..
The hasty cyclone..
The Rapid cycling..
One after other
All these emotions'
The loquacious episodes..
The floating. dripping.salty..rampage.
amid all frantic..
all the chaos..
this effete voidness..
Gleaning selves up'
unhanding 'em again
Gleaning And unhanding .
Over and over
— The End —