SPINE

I slide down your throat, breaking the clock into a frozen minute;Kiss the whisper tangled in my skin When my hands are wrapped into flowersYou blossom your way into me,There’s blood in my nails and in your mouth Lick the shiver laughing on my belly Our bodies are webs,Heaving, Rising and unfolding;The sex in myContinue reading “SPINE”

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Pain (#15)

Before I lose any more time Here is a sight that would not lose you amidst a crowded loneliness Because it sees you, beyond the clouds covering your haunted visage It’s the beating of a heart going berserk Each minute is a dreadful wailing of an infant dragging its frail body as fast as itContinue reading “Pain (#15)”

Demise (#15)

I am a flower pot Tumbling down the table, I still shatter in your palms As you try to catch me; Now we’re both bleeding world’s sucking our tongues while the galaxies around us burst open into nothingness My mouth is a sex fluttering like the butterfly in your belly It crawls down your abdomenContinue reading “Demise (#15)”

Lovers (#12)

We share the sins that bind us. The tip of my tongue is the sun melting in your eyes. You see it clearly, you let it burn your throat while coughing lava on the plain white walls.

The Gardner

The Gardner – that made me, you and the bellowing universe amidst a poetry of Creation, a scream of magnificence.

Of Silly Ruminations

I want to be an openness bending at the tip of the sunlight falling on my back. But I’m also afraid of burning in my own fire. I carry my hostilities like a poet who adores perspiring on a hot sunny afternoon in the arms of an old monument that houses some grand secrets onlyContinue reading “Of Silly Ruminations”

A Melting Tangerine (#8)

It’s a touch I recognise and swallow – a strawberry taste/ a bathing tide/ a summer scream.

Wonder (#7)

I remain a sinner seeking heaven – an irony dodging misery only to write poems on it.

Of Summer Sighs & Wishful Graves

Her mouth is a language you know all too well, but beneath it is a forest that gardens its own warmth, a hope that eats itself because it has never been fed.

Epidermis (#5)

But I’m deranged in places that don’t exist loud enough.