FRANKENSTEIN

divinity of my love is depicted, in receding temperature of my body, with the rising count of your footsteps, as they take you away. the enamel coated kernel of a machine called “you”, may hide, inside your steel-made ribcage, and while it remains invisible, i can tell: it is square, unlike humans’, with no curves,…

Come along

Come to me, crickets chirp the calling song, Run into my arms, stay here all night long, Hide in me, the world is waiting for a dawn, Kiss in glee, when I open my mouth to yawn, Hug my vibrations, in the courting rhythm, Stick to me, strengthen our magnetism, Cuddle in rhyme, this is…

supernova, i needed.

detonated she, as if catapulted, aimed in my eyes, broke the dreams, i kept, preserved. detonated i, as if ignited, like supernova, found the fire, i knew not, but needed. Want me to read your post? Click here and leave a link for me. Image by: RobynPhotography

LIBRATION | A TECHNICALLY SQUARE POEM

ROWS: Libration of lost traveler, Has his persistence diluted. Been deserted, certainly his Limited intellect shrunk wit. COLUMNS: Libration has been limited, Of his deserted intellect, Lost persistence certainly shrunk; Traveler diluted his wit. I intended to make it a square poem. As you notice, each row and column has 4 words and 8 syllables….

YOU DON’T TAME A PISCEAN

Sitting at the turf of my precipice, I see grievance in the faces of eels, and I try to eat them raw, as if they are waxen desserts. We moved out from our kitchen, an hour ago. Ah, the correction: She kicked us out, from where all the spice and smile cooked. I’m slowly forgetting…

THE LESS IMPORTANT THINGS

Over the years I’ve got habitual of watching you With your face hanging Upside down Between my thighs, Your eyes penetrating mine As your tongue rested Inside the fortress of your jaw After penetrating me And your mouth looking messed up With my elements on it. Despite of communicating Nothing but heavy sighs, We understood each…

JEALOUSY

His hands are way too big Like chimpanzees When you walk beside him You seem his detainee He holds your face You struggle to breathe I’m afraid: a little jolt Can get you beheaded You’re a tiny frail bird So light-weighted Do you wanna die In his small-heart-cage I’m sure it ain’t that big Not…

PILE OF IMAGINATION

Imagining you On the pile of dry autumn leaves Imagining us Crushing them to death And they find it tough to breathe ‘Cause when we transfer the weight Of your naked-selves On each other We become heavier on gravity. I know leaves don’t breathe But what if they do I’m just saying, The friction between us…

CANVAS OF DESIRES

Wet his fingers Walk on her lips Making them wet even more Dry they reach at her eyes Wipe the moisture They should glitter He makes sure Caressing her ears And her neck He assures That her hair falls Little over her breasts He touches them around Rubbing for a glow And grunts Saturating his…

ADDICTION (5 HAIKUS)

Stampede in my veins Insects’ Olympiad, you Eat my psyche. Love! … Asleep my lungs seek Aroma of her breathing CO2 faints me. … Hot steamed kiss puddings Peppermint flavored waistline Her tongue tastes like cheese. … Like it burns, I love, In gullet; drill me down in Vapor or in dust. … Gusto rushed…

ZEBRA-CROSSING

How long The road between us can stretch? How far My sweetheart can you go? Charcoal has its limit on elasticity Nothing can expand beyond its limit This much physics I know, But how do I cross this stretch Without the bridges of your eyes There are things beyond physics In this world too, When…

MONSTERS in GENERAL

Had I known: The rendezvous with this monster would be such life-altering if only I get a peep through the shamelessly hung-open hooks of her blouse that my mind will get molested but with the bang-bang, I’ll miraculously find strength in the middle of my legs in between the shaking knees and a wish for…

THE PROFESSIONAL

I’m not sure if she, Looking in my eyes, Saw what I was trying to hide: I was badly struggling To maintain a balance In between The professionalism and contumacious lust That it was way too tough For my mind to mind My own business Or concentrate on her waist While I kept walking On…

PAINT ME STONE

Burnish me black If I drivel to the fountain Life’s a performance, I can’t limp Remind me patience if I carp Vulnerability – such a shame, Stare me red Stare me blue But I can discern: Ancestors told us very few There’s no letter coming my way Sciamachy is an act of caitiff Like trusting…