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…

Ink and me

PC-GoogleEdited by- Naren 🙂 My pen started bleeding blueIt stained the paperJust like a hand Which starts searching for the candle in darknessI tried to touch the rusted memories Garnering all my courage A few words slopped from my nibAnd a few from my eyesThe egressed drops bedewed the paperIt smudged allover The ink and the tears blemished Yes,…

The two hearts..

OS:The rainbow which I tried to hitchAnd tinct on my cheek started belittling. Sushma:Words gulped poison of silence And feelings widowed Dreams without desire and willingness Ocean without waves and tidesEyes stopped over at emptinessSun rays died in it’s own sky OS:The undulating river knows thatthe train above the bridge passes Though it shudders and changes it’s path sometimes….