Streaming along the ziggy cracks
Crimson lines of hurtful tears
Oozing from her hallowed heart
Or what’s left of it.
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POETRY WEEKEND (Issue 1)
Disclaimer: Don’t get addicted, this is neither my real face nor a comeback… I’m merely flirting with words and I’ll surely leave you hanging again (Flirting 101: Seduce. Vilify. Ignore.). Should you be mad at me? Absolutely! But hey, I’ll be… Nevermind!
In the meantime, let’s all enjoy this rare weekend of poetry…
TITLE? No matter…
Aquarian
Everything Changes
Everything changes
The cacoon opens into a roach
And that larvae flies in alluring colours.
The Now
Found myself wide awake
In the middle of a cold night
Forced up by a spine chilling mare
Breathless and shivering.
I needed to calm my nerves
I reminded myself twas just a dream
It didn’t seem to help
But at least my pulse held.
Walk With Me
Walk with me
Down to the mew
Even when I still mewl
From the memory
Of our last meet.
Sanguine Ink
From a shrieking heart
Via the aorta
Comes sanguine words
Writhing in pain
As every syllable drips
Warm oxygenated blood.
How well to write each word
Than with true, native blood
Illuminating the levity of each line.
The syringe is my pen
My ink?
That should be obvious by now.
My five pints won’t suffice though
So I breathe my last words.
Side Dude
Hamstrung
I can’t seem to walk;
Only my head seems to work
With thoughts revolving like a clock
Culminating into a migrain stock.
The Princess
She rode a shiny horse
On an intricately petaled path
Waving effusively as only she could.
Aoi Bungaku
The seconds hand of the clock goes on an unending whir,
Each ‘tick-tock’ bouncing off my unpainted brick walls in a cacophony of depressing sounds.
The drab minutes merge into oblivious hours
And these hitherto count down slowly to days.
These days are heavy and insipid,
Dragging along misesteemed boredom.
I can’t even keep count anymore
Nor do the morphing days make any significant difference.
What have I done to deserve such uninspiring fate?
I’m Ready
Miss,
I’m set
To set sails
On your calm sea
With my turbulent sea boat.
The journey of a thousand miles
Indeed starts with an oar at sea…
Lady,
I’m ready
For your troubles-
I’ll go the miles
And clock in the extras.
It’s what you’ve always wanted right?
So here I am, at your mercy…
Blight, Fight And Light
The usual steps I took
So why am I in the hook?
I knew it should have been by the book,
But with that alluring look,
No one could blame me for hitting the nook.
EXCUSE MY FRENCH
It was a chilly evening,
The sun lazily finding it’s way beyond the horizon;
I was lazying around in my room too really,
Fresh from a decent nap.
It was the perfect day to fall in love.
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