Dear Pain, Thank You……………….. For holding me in your soft hands when the mundane world ditched me, For caressing my untouched soul when the crooked world shot poison leaded arrows at me, For standing with me and facing the brunt when the betrayer world stabbed me with a hundred daggers, For rendering my eyes to cry an ocean full of tears when the dark world deserted me, For soothing my wounds when the relentless world left me with all hurt and humiliation For being an ear to my untold story when the deaf world had no time to listen to me….. Thank You Pain for being a part of me, for lying somewhere deep in the corner of my heart and every time I die, you whisper, “You are not done yet” and then reviving me to face this damn world with a renewed spirit and strength…… Thank You Pain for being a mirror through which I can see you and myself.
Like a snowfox it stampedes. A mass panic of legs after the flame festival. Language moves like a landslide, without vocabulary. A love sperm will not go into the test tube. Baby was waiting, looking for mother. The wetland was
A golden bullet will bite the adolescence for the sake of prudence. Inebriated everybody wanted to go in a state of bliss. It was a targeted killing of a dream. Redolent of a prophet who will not answer the call
Like a double edged knife That cuts deep and rife Like a cold winter breeze That makes everything freeze Like the sting of a bee Excruciating it would be Like a hot summer heat Unbearable it could be Like an
Behind your face was cleaver releasing past poem. The sensual milk flows from the palm into your lake. Grieving for the torn wings of pink light. Cruising on thighs with eyes closed death utters a shriek. The eternal flame closes