Something Random.

I am not sure why I begin this blog entry. Sometimes someone needs to release something, ei? 😉 But, the good thing is that I was able to read my notifications in the app! I am not sure why the admin didn’t reply to my plea for help!

Anyway, i am glad I was able to read my notifications in the app. Thank you fallen alone… aka ari… I followed your advice gorgeous.

 

I hate somewhere’s.

Somewhere inside calloused knees,
a voice gyrates
slowly murmuring holy scriptures
emanating inside caged ribs
caged by ivory promises and skeletal reminisces.

emerged from somewhere deep
was a round egg
cracked to the horizon;
only to sizzle up wavy patterns
of yellowish pus
looking too cool in the aftermath
of an explosion.
I raised my hands devouring all the exclamations
later constipated by trendy syllables;
yet, I stared at my knees
decorated with too many vowels
all having an interesting story to narrate,
embarrassing me.

the apparitions of medieval history
gagged me, by the colorfulness;
I was bound to black and gray
traveling back to antiquity
somewhere I belong.

somewhere inside a coliseum
build upon anagram
shuffled to the word trust
I stood barefoot
enjoying the coldness
bathing my foot with prickles
later to sting with numbness,
but I stood still
blanketed with Goosebumps;
yet, I never got what I wanted
I don’t know what I want.

slim and prim were the actor
hiding behind thick shades of blue,
peeking in and out
like it’s hiding from me.
a lone star encourages the pregnant moon
to come out and shine
but, her fingers are wrapped upon invisible guilt
of having the burden
within her
and she is at last everyone’s milky queen.
but she feels bad
for pushing out her outward belly;
only in a days time, to collect them back.
I am like her,
how, I don’t know.

I am eaten up by moth
crawling from the books;
by the size of the moth
my mom scolds me, it’s because two days
is the max I take to complete
a four hundred page novel.
You can’t blame me, to feel incompetent,
I complain.
she shakes her head in defeat
and by the end of my umpteenth snickers bar,
I lost count of the book that smells fresh,
like me after a bath.
I am indispensable;

am I?

glass slippers are so old school,
so I custom made
from silverware,
and folded my clothes
with golden threads.
Alas,
I can only shape
what I can
with my hands; others are just
forbidden fruit.

City Silhouette

 

dusty pendulums

craft unhinged rhythm,

scattering seams of tarnished jokes

and level headed gossips

through thick glasses,

resting on top of his

shining egg;

boiling with perfection

in the heat of morning news

and crisp bacon

 

broken bottles narrate a forlorn tale

as kids with mountain on their head

and pant skidding below the waist line

bubble up with anticipation

screaming profanities

to the street lamp, flickering.

 

a dog slowly meander

through the many rivulets of garbage

lining the sidewalk

where a man with ragged clothes

and heavy breath

leisurely rests with smoke

spiraling out like white serpents

with vengeance

 

traffic lights chase speeding cars

puffing dark poison

through pipes of exhaustion,

as they run impetuously

through the many degrees of life.

 

the blanket is pulled on and off

as the sky switches day and night

rapidly.

 

the wind pulls leaves out

and hem of their clothes

as they sway in harmony

and hoarse breaths

 

a coffee rests

on top of the red benches facing the scattering

crowds;

the smoke swirls

mimicking ballerinas

as they narrate the tale

of this sleepless town

 

pen whisks images

on papers as the morning lark

sings indolently

to the hot Monday morning.

I’m not a mourner you know!

i.

I listened;
waiting for shackled breaths
to billow out whispers,
deflating reminders
of our 4am’s phantom kisses.

With chain-linked apologies,
I watched you
fold nostalgia
into sun-burnt smiles
and wipe away the
translucent intentions
like it were the
ashes of our memories
that needed dusting.

ii

plastering dead breaths
upon cold walls of
waxed glances
I etch bamboo tattoos
from flowerpot daydreams
onto your skin

only to remind me
of the front-porch gossip;
and then your perfume
clogged me once again.

iii

Coined regrets
wrapped references
and my milkshakes melted
upon tabletops
waiting to dissolve
the two-stepping answers;
and sluice off the mess
that ruptured my heart.

iv.

Braiding days afresh
away from cremated memories
was strenuous
yet, my seat-belted pride
folded memories
and haunting scars
into paper wishes
deflating them into ether;

erasing decadent persuasions
of a poisoned tongue,
I smiled to the back-alley handshakes
which promised me new inception.

Hey yo!!!

Hello people,

I just want to let you know that… I have started my writing expedition in yet another wonderful site…WATTPAD! I guess most of you might know about it and most of you will be there penning your works.. so, this is just to let you know that… I am there and I want to cross my fingers with you there in another social site and take our writing to a whole new level… whohooo! 🙂

Please do inform me, if you are there in wattpad, cause I am…and I cant wait to friend you 🙂

 

heere, this is me! 😀 https://www.wattpad.com/user/LostIn2Sight