make me.. whisper.. in thousand poppies/in the valley of wrath

I water my anger to the Virgin blest yclept a sun – ypointing eternally slept by brooding darkness myrth Then you, violence, my  fancy of itself of wrinkled care desires make me.. whisper.. in thousand poppies lost in sudden, turns damp to infusion brewed of the winding morning chalice hence  the frolic awakening of aContinue reading “make me.. whisper.. in thousand poppies/in the valley of wrath”

eurydice awakening

Eurydice awakened promulgate and live in a haunted room as in a haunted coast in the night underground far away he limps the evil God of Earth and Earths a quarantine-Hell-Constipation-Matrix Dead will declare you pious deceased submissive taken to the toilet quiet room or monastery Omega, Eyes silent for all aozy with an orgasmContinue reading “eurydice awakening”

Off the record – I am scared of my poetic responses

I’m an engaged woman one that’s still necking with sky I skip the fence, these are the bunches of bushes these are the lengths of the backbone (Does the soul have urges and gut?) I’m scared of my poetic responses I am hungry by being an everlasting land I seduce the heavens so that IContinue reading “Off the record – I am scared of my poetic responses”

Echoing Day

Echoing Day that awakens hand with others’ words real It’s comforting to be the surrender to the cruelty or mercy of stone The flames will open as dungeons of an imaginary eye through the dark walls with threatening asymmetry blind mind, sight .. resurrected valleys then exploded pits with a secret of men of howContinue reading “Echoing Day”

After the crime

The gun is not pointed at my head. ‘Give me money!’ is not a gaggle of snakes slithering in and biting me, crawling in my skin, not the place where plants breathe in fear. I feverishly dug in my imagination, looking for shelter with my fear-filled eye. Everyone will get together then. Dancers in circlesContinue reading “After the crime”

The fortunes in this life

Each day was supposed to be different then the day before it but it was not They were all the same. Sweaty ones, but not for one drop of golden sun but out of fear a solitary woman in a solitary confinement This is sweet stealing stench, with bewildering light stolen they did the grid,Continue reading “The fortunes in this life”

Non Believer

My poem Non Believer has no independent identity. It is tied with myself based on my sinister intentions of composing that poem. i.e per the intentions behind writing it. It meant to be tied with the audience too but due to the word-for-word translation ii e due to rendering of text from one language toContinue reading “Non Believer”

The confession of a prisoner

If, when walking this city B., while moonwalking in its inverted glory all I can see in my blinded sight is red fibre like the resplendent body of blood dawn the soil hardened overnight, teeth chattering, and great dark clouds ran across the threatening skyscrapers and piled on snow falling in the form of slosh.Continue reading “The confession of a prisoner”

Camera 22

– Sir, you’re scaring the children, step away!

– But they’re not children! – I lifted my camera again to see tiny monsters. I felt someone’s enormous hand on my shoulders. I jerked. It was Daldry.

I feverishly pointed the lens at him and saw, not without relief, that his face was his own. The only one, the only…

– My friend, please realize. These are not your friends.

My host fidgeted and looked at them with unease as they stepped away. A mother took her children staring at me with disgust and horror.

– Jack…

– This… – I did not even know how to say this to him. – These are not humans.

– If not, who are they?

Vanity on the fox’s trail, “The Darkness will understand”

Vanity on the fox’s trail Behold, a miracle! Supposedly one-sided at instants Suitable for a scrambled moment The martyr and her daughter who wash their feet Tasseled with nails instead of sandals Conversing silently. Anything but sough Shores and scrapings fantasizing Daughter do you wish the powder to slip you To disturb the onus, non-beingContinue reading “Vanity on the fox’s trail, “The Darkness will understand””

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