Parasite Poems

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Parasite

Parasite short poem

Knock! Knock, Are you there ?. Tell me! Tell me !, Are you even breathing?. Suffering horror!, Are you afraid of the torture?. Tension! Tension!, Don’t you even mention. Panic! Panic!, All over prevailing. Killing ! Killing!, Your lust is

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Who Is A Female?

Who Is A Female? short poem

Who is a female? A question that consistently ponders me. Is she a mere piece of flesh and bone? Is she a puppet to dance at the tunes of the males? Is she the one to earn and make the

Sanguine Fervour

Sanguine Fervour prose poem

You’re welcome in! I’ve seen you…. In my dreams, as in life, echoing the velvet onyx abyss of your soulless heart, And sweetly enshrouded with the eternal stench of history’s charm. The doors, portcullis to my chamber, lay stark wide,

The Unborn

The Unborn short poem

He was left inside me, still living but not born. One dark night when bodies heated up, love flourished in the form of lust he was dropped inside carelessly, by that indecent lover. He survived but was not meant to

Call Me Medusa

Call Me Medusa prose poem

These sleazy intentions seem to kill more than those so-called “reported” serial orgasms. To say, -off the record- that you give me both… feels very disturbingly corrupt yet thats not why you see me blushing. can this burning betrayal flesh

The Mirror

The Mirror long poem

As she sat and watched at the castle Beautiful and lavish as it may seem It had three doors and three doors it had As She walked towards the first door Heart racing, feet trembling She opened it, with all

Nothing

Nothing prose poem

I, the most perfect syllable in the world. It encapsulates me and all that is mine And all that I perceive or have perceived, All that I encountered or experienced, the Totality of my existence and its meaning To me

Dedicated To Scott Weiland

Dedicated To Scott Weiland short poem

Arrest this lament this false flag of endeavor star eyes at elsewhere parachute of the midnight aplomb splendor soils christened by an exorama defouled by a parasite cancel who are you in the liturgy of night? nameless index of heathen

The Dawning Of The Moon Light

The Dawning Of The Moon Light short poem

The woeful world; Is transforming itself to a pale shadow of my dusking life Bright as a shimmering sunlight My homeless soul is withering with the rising moonlight. I see the gloominess of ice that surrounds my feeble unfair world

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Moments

Moments short poem

There are moments, of sudden pain… Of anguish, and love, that went in vain..! But these moments, Don’t last too long… I’ve made myself learn, To undo my wrong..!! Those moments, Flood me over again… In fragments and continuity, Binding

In Inward alonenss

In Inward alonenss short poem

One by one leaves had gone, several and many times. Lone tree, standing naked in dry wind was ready to walk. In inward aloneness to know the roots. You look straight into the eyes of primeval suffering. Under a cramped

Boxed People

Boxed People short poem prose poem

During one of my procrastinating sessions, I stumbled upon the similarity of people and boxes. They all come in various forms, shapes, sizes, colours and textures. The large ones, the small ones, the fat ones the tall ones, the clay

Serendipity

Serendipity short poem

An act of wilfulness, and deliberate sustenance, towards the immaculate. Searching for the known the one that’s ‘unknown’ to the senses – too naive. Pushing towards that unsubstantial substance, does it truly exist? Focused solely on the gain, not minding

Feathered Engineer

Feathered Engineer short poem

There is a chilbil tree near our grandmother’s house, Full of weaver bird’s nest in monsoon season, God has created everything for a reason. The grassy strands are woven into cosy, Intricate nests for their spouse. The male baya painstakingly

The Dawn

The Dawn short poem

The dusk of that evening; The tears that were rolling; The darkest night of the decade; Still clear in my eyes and can never fade. I am sad for the destiny tumbling upon me; I will fight with God for

The Whimsical Female Egg!

The Whimsical Female Egg! short poem

A world where I can take birth And I will not be killed in the womb Or dumped into a dumpster Or just thrown like that on the pile of waste on the road Where my limbs will be pulled

*Return Journey

*Return Journey short poem

I forgot, was it me in a body pile draped in dust, still hot, bruised, burnt, a mad megalomaniac starting a civil war, creating suicide bombers, young virgins inhaling death? This journey under the guns, displacing hapless thousands, will reach

Bird Song

Bird Song ode

I disappeared into the looking a birdsong I had stepped off the brick path and was kneeling in the dirt circumscribed in time and space kindness burning indifferent to my bliss the night full of clouds in the morning the

As I Walked Down…

As I Walked Down... long poem

Do you know…I am already dressed in my shimmery trail of flow, I am already adorned with the gold and shine, tip to toe. My mother just put the red glittery shine vale on my head, Shyly I stole my

Little Gray Men

Little Gray Men long poem

I took an unfamiliar trail Through a forest that wasn’t there Green sky, red trees and all But at least I wore my wing tips And as I studied the blue dirt Tiny footprints appeared They did But I was

Poor Ruhani

Poor Ruhani long poem

She was a normal girl with dreams and ambitions, Used to find happiness in God’s every creation, She was happily living with her small family, Never she had thought of being a part of such tragedy…. Suddenly she got missing

Realize

Realize ode

Like seasons, friendship too changes, As it varies from different ranges. All of a sudden it is bleak, As if it has lost its magic streak. With the passage of time, And this drift at its prime; Has indeed led

A Living Soul

A Living Soul short poem

Anxiety was touching the mime I cannot hold a reality. We were playing with each other. The creation and hunger of living takes you to unknown fields I am, what I am not. Always bluffing, puffing on the road, counting

Dot The I

Dot The I short poem

It is your birthday. I wish you well. In my humble soul you will always dwell. I dried my memories, I answered my ”why” With my silence I dot the i. What is a birthday? Joy or a tear? A

The Hiding Place

The Hiding Place short poem

Deep into the night, I can hear the hiding place calling. Its canopy soaring high into the clouds, And its green carpet spreads from horizon to horizon. It is where many mysteries hide. It allows a child’s imagination to create

Who’s The Best

Whos The Best prose poem

Again I’ve been listening to people boast, you can’t miss it cause it’s on T.V. radio and now coast to coast. More and more people with their chests stuck out, bragging I am the best all for me and to

Bone Of The Soul

Bone Of The Soul short poem

earthy, dark, below ground. no crystals here no cave, no tight spaces we have a freedom I cannot see. it takes a child to show to me . talk of sea spray early years, and price of food these days

Blossom Of Love

Blossom Of Love short poem

Who can question flower’s beauty That in exquisite splendour Blossoms of life’s passion A sign of grace and pride Worth a thousand words. With  a pure innocence Opens to the flirtatious butterfly Gazing in intense admiration Enamored by its presence

Venom and loneliness

Venom and loneliness short poem

A creepy crawling snake wrapped around a twig slithering its way up the rotten branch.. Remnants of a tree trunk after termites had there way the branch snaps the snake falls down… Creepy crawly snake the vicious venomous snake it

Devaki, Destiny’s Forgotten Daughter

Devaki, Destiny’s Forgotten Daughter prose poem

Tattered clothes that were barely there Her tortured soul was threadbare too. She mirrored our impotent helplessness In the face of destiny’s dire performance As we watched her bizarre life played out. Every time I saw her writhe and squirm,

In Your Hermitage

In Your Hermitage short poem

Scared I was, entering an eave, Of holy hermitage, and pious naïve, To tumble down, from regal to rag, And love your attire, and delicately drag, Entwining a smile, gazing your chest, Dilemma of ardor, intimate of best, Your blissful

Yandere

Yandere short poem

Love’s a funny thing. The day I met him, I knew that he was the one, I knew that I wanted to be with him. I wanted to be with him. That’s where the problems started. Problems called “other girls”.

Reason Of A Stoic

Reason Of A Stoic short poem

If someone said to me: “I can’t waste my time just worried about my attitude (like you do), If I did I wouldn’t have my prestigious job, like you don’t; I wouldn’t own my huge expensive house or everything top-of-the-line,

Stupidity

Stupidity short poem

Doing Nothing doing something over and over with no result leaving an empty roll on the toilet paper roll forgetting to put the tooth cap back on the paste squatting for nothing without going to church buying hair products for

One Last Shot

One Last Shot long poem

The stains upon the bar tell of many sad tales of love, loss and tragic lives; and drink to drown out the wails. Another washed out soul seeks the solace of the glass, to wash away the memory of another

The Pressing

The Pressing prose poem

“HMS Trincomalee, British Man-O-War, sixty guns, one hundred gross tons was she, The Purser and Pressman am I, managing a pressgang in strict service of country and King. Her ships bell marking time; bosun pipes: Captain arrives! She’ll turn with

Happy People

Happy People long poem

There’s something about the feeling i get, when i’m lying on my shower floor slumped down, looking at the water travelling down my body as if the water will wash away my identity, my sins and insecurities that it is

Everlasting

Everlasting short poem

It only took a few months for them to truly understand. That life can end so quickly. So they now walk hand in hand. It only took a single glance for them to fall in love, But no one knows

The Independent Beauty

The Independent Beauty short poem

she looked like a spool of thread in a giant hand but she just liked to play in sand her eyes made the girl to trap her she was addicted by her soft fur the girl wanted to protect her

In The Quiet Of The Night

In The Quiet Of The Night short poem

In the quiet of the night they sleep so lost and unaware of time and place and who they are life can be unfair their days once filled with work and play with love and all it’s thrills is now