Shaken

My feathers get sharper in hurricanes, but I create troubles for myself in my brain. I’m notorious for seclusion, but when it comes to passion I’ve earned myself some fame. I fly up to the moon and fall back in rain. I’m locked in paradox; I have no one to blame. I dream of you…

Creamy

I wake up from a nightmare with a violent pounding as if my heart swelled and consumed the hollow of my insides, beating everywhere all at once. My body pounds in a rhythm and I feel delicate like an egg that’s about to crack. I sit up cautiously so I don’t interrupt the mechanics of…

World upside down

She ran behind ducklings. She had a heart of pulp. She had a face of heart. She had a purple tongue. She was a work of art. She was the princess of her town. She saw the world upside down. She loved Motordrome. She loved looping cars. She often made her face. She smelled old…

The Idea of You – V

Hold your peachy face in my hands. Rub my thumbs a little around your blush. Kiss you just a little so we both shudder, and trace the anatomy of your jawline and ears. Squeeze a little your neck in my grasp. Feel your smooth skin hiding hard collarbones. Draw one broken heart on your chest,…

Dreams of rain

My words, I write them on a leaf, and eat back again. It hurts, so much I don’t want to sleep, and wake-up again. Sweet love, I wish to choke you in your sleep, or pop your brain. So numb, I want to stick a knife in my throat, and feel the pain. Enough, I…

Blood between lines

I’ve been missing your malevolent taunts. It’s been, darling, a long time. The way you would say always nasty things when often my words rhymed. You would make fun of it when you’re with your friends. It would break me down, but I smile; the cycle never ends. Then I would burn my poems, and…

A snippet from Together Never

It had been three days fighting the temptation. Despite normal handshakes, Neal didn’t touch Marisa, nor had an edgy conversation that could stir the allure and made him crawl toward her. The pain Marisa felt was not limited to her. It had also twirled around Neal’s abdomen. But unlike her, he had googled that it…

I’m fine

The tiny, half heart sizzles and burns on my wrist the other half of which you got erased. I think I’ll take some pills to sleep a little. I don’t remember when I last slept; must have been days. I stalk your photos on Instagram, I’m sorry, but the lilt and glee in your voice…

Introducing Lina

Lina is thin, like a supermodel who would go any length to maintain her waistline, like someone malnourished who would get barely one meal a day. I often tease, running my fingers down her ribs, counting those little speed-breakers, you are the prettiest skeleton I know, to annoy her a bit. Sometimes, she laughs on…

Unfinished – VI

A queen of sensational beginnings as if she walked with a background score. Her oomph pushed the ceilings, her stride shook the floor. She showed her skin, and died a little inside. She craved for a humble home beyond sparkling lights. Her roots withered; her chin hit the ground. No one heard her howls even…

Pleasure and Pain

Stepping out from bathroom after a hot shower, she asks widening her brown eyes at me “why does your writing have always a hint of sadness?” as she makes a half-hearted attempt to cover her naked body in bathrobe. “Why is it struggle and pain that seeps out even when we are happy?” Her impromptu…

Window

August 23rd. I see a mistress through my bedroom window. A limp architecture, garnished in sour grapes secret, lying beside the queen-size bed of her apartment. One hand little inside her underwear other on Mr. Mercedes sitting on her face. The faint sound of music from 80’s and smoke lifting from ashtray tells me she…

Unfinished – V

A disputed queen of destruction*  as if she were secretly mating with the hounds. Her eyes penetrated shadows. Her soul was vantablack abound. She chewed her buccal, shunned the appalling swines. Often she suffered but eventually turned out fine. Daunting damsel, she had a lot to offer other than howl, hunt, hurt or hiss. Haunted…

The Idea of You – II

The idea to push you off the cliff, and grab you just when you’re about to crash. Make you feel like shit, then help you discover your treasure outta that trash. You may be the apple of many eyes, but darling, they don’t see what makes you you. I am not the treasure hunter, hunting…

Nothing

An old wooden bridge. An abandoned boat under it. One fading sun. A weather getting slightly wet. We’ve found us with rumbling storm inside our heads. And hell lot of things to discuss. A classic romantic novel. A pack of bourbon cigarettes.  The ascending moon and happily chirping crickets. We’ve found us with heavy eyes…

Throwback

Halting, succumbing in my tracks. Falling down; widening my cracks. Approaching September-wind blows the gone distress. Seems like one heck of a throwback. The time got stiff; it doesn’t seem to bend. Failed all my attempts; left with no amendments. One moment, I’m patient like a tree. At another, a woodpecker so impatient. What is…

Thirty-Three

She was a fragile body, but the loud love in her heart had often made them sprint, in, then away in a split-second. She was not meant to be undressed for those who were oscitant. For ramming and rummaging her aroused body was not for the faint-hearted. And then her fascination for number thirty-three was…

Before Autumn Hits

Drinking on incomprehensible fantasies, Sinking, pondering upon what we can be, Been busy stretching out my heartstrings, Wrung out, craving for an unfeasible beginning. Like I’ve been like this for ages. Winter wind froze me to death; summer burned me in stages. Lost my sanity multiple times, Got back up nicely; had been really nice….

A season of cold

Your memories hang over Like some sticky patch of clouds, Dripping all over my face In slow, sore motions. Just like violet sky, Violent wind, Or hefty downpour feels on a shaky window, Thundering clouds rumble in my head, Thunderous heart Thinking Thousand things I gotta undo. But I can’t do. As I recall us…