Swollen Emotions

Be patient  wait till the sky turns red  before you confess your feelings wait till it enhances your beauty to a limit that it’s almost translucent and sacred It’s important to be seen through,  takes courage to be vulnerable towards something so spontaneous  Become one with every inch of that distance you’ve pulled back drop

Tiny Rooms

People build houses, by rearranging bricks, coating it with cement,  People owning these buildings, and the little houses with tiny rooms Placing the furnitures, curtains guarding the house from being peeked into People building dreams of a life in these rooms, for children and grandchildren or their absence Watching the walls swell and colours fade, 

Minute

I feel minute tinier than a grain of sand  in this cosmic neighbourhood  I’m putting all this effort into. I am weaving myself into a sweater  worn only when  a world dies somewhere  in between my words mispronounced  and corrected I always find the wrong people to correct me But maybe that’s not the problem 

when I look at what I look like

when I look at what I look like, I see my parents, I see you and I see a little bit of sunshine hidden away behind my mom’s silk curtains. Sometimes, it’s so hard to cry that I feel my soul slipping away from the only dear thing I hold too close, bones over bones

I’m disappearing

I’m disappearing into moist infertile land can you imagine how long it took me  to grow into this being I have despised all along?  Can you grow me a summer?  or maybe a little plant with pretty pink flowers  the kids would dismissively pluck from?  I don’t want to hear another poem about beauty,  or

Clouds

If you don’t read how will you learn to  see a new sky everyday  Name a cloud  that contained your tears. Let a rainbow pass through it. Your heart jumping up and down across shades of blush hue and you cast your essence out of your body drenched in the same wholesome water that wrecked

It’s only fair that way

I’m not sure if i am capable of holding hands in public. My heart won’t skip a beat the next time I hear a sound pulling me out of tonight’s hypnosis. I’ve been addicted before, to people, to alcohol, drugs. And I wore it with harmony. And now there’s just melting of every muscle in

Madhouse

I fell in love in a madhousewhere they look at me like I’m being strangled by my own desiresto escape somedaythey say it’s the same out there I agree. But isn’t it much simpler to live like that?You walk away whenever you want to Like how they show in moviessomebody would be left on the bridgeIn this fancy part

Welcome to my deceased forest

I’m listening to dark piano thinking about this Archfiend’s templeI wasted my sermons on.I even dressed in blackColoured my hair pink, red, blue and greenGot pointed eyebrows High bootsAccessories around my neck, Choking.An medieval attitude towards sexHolding gothic novelsScared away pigeons Burried a crowGrew a gardenOf netted melons and dandelions Watched it turn into a diseased forest,growing cannabis!

Mental Breakdown

As these different coping mechanisms are skilfully juxtaposed by the fauvists on walls I’ll pose next toand have my pictures taken one day;and the society that never stops howling in your ears,So loud, that you wouldn’t beg for it to stop.So loud, that you feel you’re hallucinating again. Always trying to decrypt the messagesfrom my head directing my