…Parted mirage…

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the lonely shadow
stood barefoot
in the muddied grass,
looking forlornly
at the looming paved ways
in front of his
blurring vision

frustration building up
like mutating cells,
fuelled his barren thoughts
with rage

grabbing thin air
in progression,
his fists curled inward
holding all the words
the tongue couldn’t
spit out

windswept hair
still circled,
unsure, which way to move
to shelter themselves
from the ire within

but…

minutes later,
silently,
his lips parted to
paint a deep sigh
into the cloudless sky
and he chooses to close his eyes
as he move forth

for the crossroad
directions
didn’t help him either.

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••• silver sanity •••

 

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the doors to my cathedral
were open with haunting symphony
echoing in between
galaxies and hallucinations

I bathe in silver beam
as the sun spits out monochromatic
drool of endless summer

but

the sweet divination
of the moon
in between cold burst of silent synergy
had me gasping
underneath myriad of stars;
surfacing
with a new wave of energy

…another dawns breaks into her hair, bleeding nothingness…

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you ever heard
of that annoying click
of a wacky keyboard
at three in the morning
where a forlorn ghost
tries to knock
on the barren wall
for umpteenth time;

yet, the backspace
giggles as she race
down the words
into large pile of trash,
making clean white lines;
which needles of a bored clock
snort
converting… prose

ii

midnight
is for lovers
that make love to rattling silence
as each held a cigarette
with its white horse
marrying the dust-
settling over life
of the just breathing mannequins;

and the eyes of the painter
smoothens smudges
created by her own careless
blotches of mascara,
sighing into nothingness
smashing butt of the smoke
into palette
of misspelled promises

iii

the hour speaks
less of a story tale
as the cast of her brain’s charade
falls dead
into her bare arms

with a broken bit of charcoal
and endless wit of a dirty coffee mug

iv

her sigh sent chills down the hallway
like an echo

as she collects monochrome
to paint a happy smile
over the rich tones
of another unhappy
dawn

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Writing after so long…. So damn long…. Too far away from good! but I am keeping this for now.

Faded

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there is a poem
inside my bones,
wriggling
to let go…
the metaphors
plays a master plot,
in water coloring the secrets
on my skin;

I feel the waves
crashing inside my ribcage
as I search
the direction where your footprints faded

for eons
I held my breath
and now that you cut off the string;
I was let go
like an untied balloon.

blackened blankness

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glass floor
crack as I waltz with the moonbeams
singing songs of
broken wings and fire

the age of growing up
receded, leaving me breathless
with no dreams

barren, I
wake up with charcoal stains on my face
and run-down crimson welts

a pretty distraught sight
to greet morning to

yet,
the morning song
remains the same,

with punctured lyrics
and dismantled refrains

a song
too lethargic to wake
me up

Depths

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for the longer minutes
of holding my breath in,
the images swirl past like tornado

the burn in lungs,
fogging senses
and the deep state of fear
surpassing all.

the feeling of cloistered thoughts,
repeatedly bashing
and the purged memories,
resurfacing with a vengeance-
the dip feels eternal
and the bathtub
a bottomless ocean

my fingers find a pulse
in the depth of tangled veins,
beating faintly
like a drowning poetry
taking its last swig of burning air

the time slows down
to a point where the brain hears the tick
loudly enough to trigger a migraine,
the cluster behind the eye
painfully dragging pointers
of how worthless and shameful I am

the truth
holding its agenda like a banner
to my face
of how… insignificant my life
is in existence

the years on my span
mockingly, whispering my wrinkles
are the failed attempt of me
trying to pick myself up

I feel like the silence
is poisoning me
yet, the light from somewhere afar,
urge me to remain strong

but, the pull towards abyss is stronger
than the push of myself to wake up,
just to breathe…

everything around
just dulls and greys
and I am just
mindlessly tiring myself out by sighing too loudly

The tears have stopped ever since…

Life got in and I forgot to be completing my National Poetry Month writings in, now its June… So, Imma skip that out and post something that I wrote recently 🙂

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and when the wind
slowly caress my cheeks
in precision strokes
like that of an artist, I sit still
lamenting to the halfway

moon-
hidden behind laced clouds
like a shy bride

the dreams painted on my
charred diary, blurs,
as I pluck feathers from the
dream catchers

the metaphors clogged
up inside my trajectory veins,
send waves upon fear
as I wait in rain
for the music to stop

and the words,
they haunt inside sleep
and laughter; waiting to be released
from the turbulent storm.

but when they emerge;
they spread like ink bloats
spilled from an overfilled pen

I sit naked to the stars
that twinkle in defiance;

I no longer
contemplate if their actions
fall under my
weighted scales.