misplaced and shattered, aimlessly wandering, lost the key, to your soul, destined to return, all your belongings, a quarter bottle of shame, pinch of regrets, spoon full of disgust, three-fourth cup lost hope, half pint faded desire, gallon full of dismal days, four quarts dreary bits and moments, a recipe of hatred, unveiling, discarded belongings.
Ashamed of the recent incident of a boy murdered cold bloodedly in broad daylight. I bow my head in shame, YES, “shame”. I just saw the footage of a boy killed by Pakistani rangers in broad day light. It is not just one footage I am talking about, the Chechens a few days back were killed just […]
Put on a childish voice, act, your indifference is all a lie, spilling with anger, as I see, you are porous, and yet so absorbent, always hot, bubbling with lava, the sieves that run through your body, run a blood like fluid, yet, not blood itself, it is thinned with conceit, your pride has swelled your head, which […]
in a veil, she glided, flouncing the satin, lifting the hem, revealing, tempting, alluring, drawing in her breath, fanning away the fire, adding heat, embodiment of the demon herself, a talisman, she seized hold of hearts, every youthful august, her soul devoured, and left no traces, of frail in faith, prone to evil, and laugh […]
soft murmurs, on the lips, sweeter than honey, rosier than roses, drowned in a tranquil, sweet slumber, lies, a fair maiden, her dainty feet, tuck’d underneath, slender fingers, curled,, clasping one another the sun kisses tenderly, the locks, that curldown, the wind that caresses, and leaves, whispers your name, in every willow, and yet oblivious, […]
of the days gone by never more did the wish arose to mourn languished love hollow words ready lies mocking pinching with more smiles came more knavery concealing basic principles of forbearance relinquishing smiles and tears surrendering all claims to mortality to soul
like a broken toy i carry with me the remains of what use to be a simple joy faith that the heart nursed absurdly sweet buffoonish the wind tossed me brutally and rigorously unmasking the crudeness the materiality i stand alone with barren hands gaping wide dreams slipping away one by one bewlidered now lost […]
don’t read too much, into my plainspoken expression, I often misqquote myself, underrate my cognitive process, verbalize sharp wordedly, articulating unseasonably, of what is left, in an interrupted, lamentable excuse for a conversation, never bridging the void, intensifying futile endeavours, of reaching out, attaining delusive outcome, where the anima merges, into obscurity , only breaking […]
wide eyed and artless, as a fawn in wilderness, I miss the skills of enshrouding, the warmth and ardour that emanates, unwillingly I flow into ethereal currents of faith and reliance, I may not recognize my deep nestled ambition, only that I reach out for arcs of colours in the skies, and promises of beguiling […]