A fantasy land

We live in a world inside a giant cucumber. We love-fight each other so much, even in our slumber. She travels in a pancake-spaceship, hunting my variants. I’m huge and dumb, and helpless, and naked, in a tie. She comes at the speed of light, but in slow motion, (hehe).   She pulls my Rockstar…

Same old love

Fixated by your existence I use you as a benchmark for anyone new I meet. It’s bit too much obsession I know ‘cause connections always take time to materialize. But I’m a little harsh when it comes to compromises, like a mountain I stand, my hands stretched, in my own path, demanding that I drop…

Nothing but foolishness

Layers and layers of wind ruffle across my face as I smell dry earth through the window of my apartment. It feels like the lovers who come strong, kiss strong and leave briskly before you realize their presence. It all feels same–different layers of wind–but I can tell the difference. Just like you can differentiate…

Hopeless good luck

  Our nerves entwined; you pull away to go. You do this, you make me stretch on my toes. These strings are strong till we both invest. So, I moan on your undies lest you lose interest.   Edges of your heart I cannot touch like your hips. Or if you allow me a moment…

Till you love me too

Some day when our paths will cross, things mightn’t be same. I’ll recount the days since we spilt, you’ll try to recall my name. Seeing you chewing on your lip, I’ll hold my breath. There might still be warmth in your heart, but for me no flame. I’ll look away to a boring billboard for…

Meh

This season I’ll be a little bit off the grid.From afar I may seem solid, but I’ll be liquid.You always say meh when I get enthusiastic.So, I’ll be trying hard containing all hydraulic fluid. Wires in my head tangle, they entwinewhen I look at your picture, I think of wine.I’m maybe a time-bound scratch-card,never will…

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 you on Instagram, I’m sorry, but the lilt and glee in your stories I…

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…