Love is in the air

Poets are not hankeringto paint the paper black We try to touch the pinkish RoseBut what you see Is the thorn ripping our skin apart. You can espy us standing still unheard Amidst a thousands of voices around usBut what we heed is to the silence in chaos They say ,Love is in airMaybe that’s because we’re struggling hard to breathe….

Why are you so quiet?

Why are you quiet? They askChewing a pile of blank thoughtsI turn around slowly. Tipping from a puffy cloudto another, they conceiveBut,I walk on a shoe in which a pebble is stuck between my toes Yes, it hurtsfor every step I takeNeither it leaves me. Maybe I chaw silence for every meal and quaff numbnessThat’s why most…

Perfectly imperfect

The screeching sound of the rusting door, Is the old enviable memories. Yet I see the opening door. Getting squeezed in a thronged train And losing my ring, I am stumbling to look down and search for it Neither to blame someone. Where I’m obligated to get down perplexed. The few seconds of rain bedeweding…

The stinking cadaver

Hands flunked to correctthe drifting hair across my face The bleeding body’s odor reeked all around meSlowly slowly the blood frozeSo my pain vitiated A wolf far away saw me bleeding which walked towards megasping the smellit started lapping my naked body I hated every touch of it’s tongue on mebut it didn’t hear my…

The first time

Sitting erect in classA tiny ball chappedMoving to and fro A galling fluid started egressingWith a pungent reekSullied my skirt andUrged me to loo Drop by drop dribbled along my thigh to kneeA voice screamed in my mindOh no! from which hole is it coming from? Cancer? No!Some unpronounceable disease? No! I officially became a…