in a matter of seconds

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evening fades into my eyelids
as I close another chapter
with torrid metaphors
scalding the inner walls of
my sacred tomb

and the wings are being ripped out
by the scavengers
with eyes the shade of my
darkest fear

listen,
this silence is beating against
my ribcage
and I am being pulled by
her nightmares again

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…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.

••• 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.

Clouds.

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a shift-
in the isometric projection
of yet another cloudy morning;
alerted me,
from sipping too many
caffeinated melancholy.

I,
in the backyard of another
unwanted lyric,
forgotten in the aftermath
of too many saturated sunrise drinks;
watched mesmerizingly,
the puffy smokes
braiding with each other-
to form a masterpiece
in the canvas
of everything mundane and bleak.

the cryptic calenture
of my ecstasy
was shoved out through the window
like used tissues,

but my imaginations
soared into galaxies;
and for a minute
I was convinced
that my Lord above was entertaining me.

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