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…

Doomsday Fantasy

Caught in a doomsday fantasy as fear grabs me a little tighter a sweet twinge of pleasure turns death into a doting sweetheart. Prayers suck the air of my lungs, all hopes shake and wither, infected lover awaits at the door as I gasp and choke in my home. I cover my ears from his…

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…

Static

It is 2 am, drenched in whisky and loneliness I sit at the rooftop. Fragments of our past pass through me, shattering the interior at molecular level. I feel like a satellite that got hit by a parade of solar-dust particles and cannot help but consume the impact and spin in frenzy circles as the…

Loner

Outside my living room’s wall-size window, there is a flock of pigeons, gathered on a telephone wire. They are cooing in broken chorus, like an endless chattering of immature, careless teenagers about their Instagram profiles. There is no pattern, no synchronization. Every pigeon has its own song, its own rhythm. I’m no expert but I…

Bad Timing

I saw you struggling making your way through the day as if you were put on a planet where being beautiful and nice was like plague, and expecting love in return that you carried in your own heart was the most sinister thing to do. Neatly dressed and walking around elegantly, carrying out a battle…

Plastic Queen

A queen of unread poetry scribbled within the white spaces of old newspapers. She collected plastic from garbage and tiny pieces of discarded pencils. Her bright eyes turned yellow, reading anything she could under kerosene-lit lamp. A fire burning inside her heart wasn’t enough to light-up her home between roads. She barely got enough sleep….

The Lab Rat

She asks same question over and over: “do you love me?” like interrogation, as if trying to find a pattern, an anomaly in my response. Every time she does this, her pupils grow bigger covering most of the iris of her eyes, her expressions tense and her grip tight on my arm. Then when I…

Intricacies

I watch her. Sitting on a bench. Slowly finger-coiling a strand of her hair. Slant-eyes looking way too deep in the sky, as if locating an exoplanet undiscovered yet. A stack of ash tilting from the edge of her cigarette. She doesn’t smoke but likes to light So, she can watch it choke and die…

Galactic Chaos

I’m not in sync with the frequencies of my mind. I cannot follow where I’m going. The universe seems to have lost its patience with me. As if tetchy, it’s been berserk flashing its messages in my ears. I’ve gone color-blind with all the sounds. I cannot taste the shades of any synchronicity. I’ve lost…

About me

I am an ordinary person. I rub my shoulders with you often, and when you step on my feet, I step aside without saying a word, assuming it was unintentional. I prefer to give people the benefit of the doubt they deserve and for same reason I’m often disappointed to invest my thoughts on many…

Full Circle

Life has come to a full circle in this city of dreams. A year, gone in a moment, feels like a lifetime. Trapped in shackles of routine, I often rebel for the memories I’d made and cherish which I couldn’t in time. Isn’t it funny we all act often too late? Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow…

Resemblance

Universe. Observing you. Showing you signs on every step you take. Wanting you to follow your path it designed for you. But never really telling what it is you must do. Universe. It must be a woman. .

The Idea Of You – IV

The idea to loop you in my head like Pythagoras’ theorem I never forget. Sting you with constant sarcasm because that’s what you get. Invite you to sleep-over and roll you in the sheets so you cannot move. Push you to the edge, make you topple from bed because I’m really mad. Watch you scream…

Game

Let us play an innocent game. I’ll start with calling you dumbo. You can call me any name. Send me texts. Ask me anything. I’ll read but won’t reply. Don’t ask why. Wish me birthday. Send me flowers. Then watch me online for hours. I can be busy, try to understand. Get offended but don’t…

Mutant

I carry sculptures of the lovers upon my lips. Like a looping song inside my head whose penultimate lines I cannot recall. Like writing on the wall. No one could mend me when they really tried. I changed when they opted to go and I let them. They thought I was cold like a serpent….

Discrete

I walk counting pebbles. I’m discrete so my shadow is not strangled. I’m not really a fan of locking eyes. When I do, I end-up locking horns. No one has the capacity to dismantle me. My own expectations are enough. I’m cursed for I see-through. I’m cursed for I say truth. I’m doomed for no…

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…

All of us

Sometimes we do things for people we like them to do for us like a soft signal of what we enjoy and really want them do back. Then sometimes we lose our fucking minds and do stuffs we hate happening to ourselves just because things didn’t happen as we’d planned. In all of this we…

Yin/Yang

I’m your best friend. I’m your worst enemy. I’m your trump card. I’m your lost bet. I’m scrambled pages. I’m smudged ink. I’m your best poem you threw in the trash. I’m the story you’ve forgotten about. I am the idea yet to be born in your head. I’m dead sea. I’m a rogue meteoroid….