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Kavya Mukhija Sep 2018
i. The world is burning.
A little above the place that
Seeks the greatest blessing of the sun,
It is burning with grenades and bombs
Flying around like table tennis *****
With children sleeping to the lullaby
Of their parents'cries.

ii. The world is burning.
A little far away from my house
Around the nook of the street
A group of humans are fighting
They're burning and getting burnt
The fire consumes their body
And the ego their soul.

iii. So when I asked mom to
Go to that nook that reeks of fire crackers
To buy the ice cream blue lagoon,
She kept staring at me
The way she would whenever I'd ask for too much.
I showed her the red colour thread that she had forcefully tied around my neck
Because she had said that it would protect me all the time
I kept waiting for her to utter a word
But she didn't say anything
And I didn't go
To the place that was burning.

iv. I saw on TV the flames that hugged the top of the houses
And danced on scooters
Making them blacker than charcoal,
Near my house at the corner of the street.
There were bodies on the street,
Frozen like sleeping statues.
They had those threads
Wound around their hands and necks
Not one but tens of them.

v. It's night time now.
I sleep hugging her
As tightly as my fragile muscles permitted.
The coldness of her body tingles my fingertips
And the roughness stings.
There are noises of people arguing
In the background.
But I,
I don't care.
Because they're burning the world
And my world is already burnt.

- Kavya Mukhija
MicMag Jul 2018
I want to go out
You just want to go to sleep
Love you anyway
Bored.
Frustrated.
Content.
I killed someone you see...... He's who I used to be
The people I used to know are strangers today.
They no longer stay much to my dismay.
I try to make amends, but it still comes to an end.
Even as reality bends into my nightmare.
I stay aware of the moves I make choices I take.
The truth I know doesn't change even as estranged faces come into my view to start anew.
But the roads the same I seem insane. Hopefully the line won't fade......... I guess that's what I said previously the lines faded now jaded perspectives clash my protective walls crash....I stress it again as I hope to regain purity.
I became distant from a lot of friends
Kewayne Wadley Jun 2018
I just wanna rock with you.
If your down let's find a place to go.
The stars are out.
In an honest world the clouds have no say so.
To deny the vibe you give.
Light, airy.
They'd all run from you.
The clouds that unreasonably linger about.
The arms of your galaxy infinitely stretched.
Kindled in rotation.
The dynamics a simple smile can make.
A sort of religious happening.
Expanding with time.
Let's find a place to go.
Nothing but space
In the cosmos of you.
The hint twinkles.
We spiral in orbit.
Inhaling bright hue.
The analogy of aesthetics.
All together in vibe.
Asteroids appearing at the right time.
Sincerely running towards you.
Another galaxy that mimics the millennium of fantasy.
Alone in the blink of an eye.
Starstruck in the center of the universe.
Her universe.
In the galaxy of her arms,
We clash.
Colliding in bright hue
Blanche Feb 2018
Our fate was written in the
folds of your mother and grandmother's saris, beautifully
intertwined with the gold patterns on
the long sheets of fabric.
It was written in the
hem of my father's hockey jersey, patriotic
to our love just as my father
is to his team and city.

And yet, not even the promises we made to
each other could hide the fact that a bindi does
not belong on my forehead, and that
you belong in a cricket field, not an arena.
BD Rohrer Jan 2018
the sun
the sun
praise the sun
dance in the moonlight
the devil called me his son
the girl
the girl
she controls the world
because she is my girl
we dine
we dine
sun and moon clash
on humans
we dine
IPM Sep 2017
How did I end up here
in this gruesome clash,
threatened with a gun
by this human trash?

I don't know for sure
but for one I'm certain,
as the trigger pulls
down drops my curtain.

Back slams on the ground
now I'm left for dead,
blood spills from me
painting the concrete red.

As the pain numbs down
and my heartbeat slows,
all my lifelong dreams
leave my body cold.

****...is this the end?
Is this the end of me?
I wish someone was here
just to remember me...
and I wake up.
mjad Sep 2017
I wish my tongue was not a dagger
I wish my brain was not a sword
If only I could keep my tongue and mind from clashing
If only they would say the same words
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